Lover's Spit.

Friday, July 2, 2010

THE Bag

You are the one I have been waiting for.

Paris Two Ways from Ilemi

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Ok, am I the only person that was immediately FREAKED OUT by how young the Valentino Resort 2011 poster baby looks? I know that it is simply an industry standard but this little girl just exudes "someone's child". I'm so distracted by it that I can't even concentrate on the collection (though what I did note seems oddly 90's; mint green lace?). I recently read an awesome Jezebel article on a sort of make-shift campaign both Anna Wintour and Michael Kors are on to get more healthy, adult, models on the run way. "Girls dressed up in their mother's clothes? Guess what, it's not attractive," Michael Kors quipped in an interview. I guess no one over at Valentino got the memo?

Everyday Opulence

Chanel Bocce Set at Chanel, $?

Luis Vuitton Beach Blanket at Luis Vuitton, $1,090

Chanel leather pillow at 1stdibs, $?

Martha Stewart for Kitchenaid, about $600 at Ebay (I NEED THIS.)

Hermes Beach Towels at Bluefly, $477

I am currently obsessed with things that are needlessly extravagant. It's so easy to be wooed by superfluity in fashion; it mocks itself with a seamlessly straight face. Luckily, my boyfriend is intrigued by the concept as well, so my constant dithering about how badly we need a Chanel bocce ball has yet to phase him. Part of the allure of such things is that they're so absurd they feel taboo, I think. My father would probably cry into his callused hands were I to express my dreams of owning a lawn bowling set that costs as much as a semester in college. But tra-la-la! It's the internet and the internet was made for dreaming. For more insanity, scour Chanel's website; you can get everything from a logo snowboard to fishing pole!

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Baby Haute

These little nuggets over at the uber-stylish Caramel Baby & Child are the epitome of my desired progeny. In about eight years, I will have my own little pouty lipped turban heads. I'm totally one of those people that ascribes to the fact that children are just smaller people and therefore don't want to be dressed like stoned clowns or walking billboards (AHEM DISNEY CORPORATION). Just because your person can't speak English very well doesn't mean they want to wear a bright pink Christmas tree skirt and a bow wobbling questionably on the top of her little bald head. Treat that babe with some respect!

Now, I know I'm (hopefully) a good 5-10 years away from procreation and ease and expense will come in to play and blah blah blah, but I think even then I will stick to my guns on this one. This doesn't mean I'll be nazi-fashion-mama; if my nuggets need weird squeeky light up shoes to fulfill their preschool fantasies, we'll talk about it. Until then, I'm picturing linen frocks sans pudding stains and blue eyed babes in bowler hats. Swoon.