Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: Turn The Lights Down Low

Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic

The daily chronicle of a fashion-and-beauty obsessed, style-writing, pseudo-Angeleno who made her way from the Great White North to La-La Land -- otherwise known as Los Angeles, California -- and back again. Till the next big city calls out her name, that is.

: Name: Haute Hippie; Location: Everywhere and anywhere

I'm a Vancouverite who moonlighted as an Angeleno. My momma is the best in the entire world, and I'll argue you hoarse on that one. I've been in love only once in my life. The East Coast calls me but the West Coast is in my blood. Social butterflies -- and party animals -- are a great species. Fashion and writing will be the death of me, but what a way to go. Carine Roitfeld is fabulous. I would die a painful death if art, design, photography, fashion, music and dancing did not exist. Always kind of wondered why Smurfette was the only girl in town. I can't draw. Absolutely believe everything happens for a reason. I feel so lucky to have the girlfriends that I do. I'm a total sun baby. Think I might be a workaholic. I may have slight road rage. Ice cream and hockey are religions. I buy too many glossy magazines. Nothing beats someone with a killer sense of humor. Chivalry is really not dead. I'm a victim of minor vertigo and a serious lead foot. Always up for meeting people from paths different than mine and crossing paths with old friends. At the very end of it all, I want to be able to look back and say: Yeah, I sure lived a damn good life.

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Saturday, February 25, 2006

Turn The Lights Down Low

Ah, yet another successful good time at Busby's (www.busbysonline.com) in Santa Monica tonight. And of course, GTs were had with me in my new nautically-inspired outfit.

A few of my work friends bailed on the outing, but the usual crew -- plus some new members -- were in full force, representing till close.

My new friend S. made a good point as the clock rolled around to about 1:15 pm and the ugly lights began getting a little bit brighter: guys gets incredibly desperate around this time and will do/say anything to get you to come home with them. Like tonight some dude told me to come to San Diego and he'd teach me to surf. And how would I be paying for these lessons?? We know they're not gratis. Uh, yeah. No thanks.

Big ups to our favorite triad of BS, GS, and Joel (respectively!) below, for always making our trips to Busby's such a pleasureable experience.