Monday, March 20, 2006

Doing The "Deb"

How do I know that Rewind 1987 show I saw two Fridays ago has somehow got under my skin and seeped into my fashion sense?

Because I've been wearing my hair in a (low) side ponytail for the past two days.

Yesterday it was wavy and big. Today it's straight and sleek. Tomorrow...well, you'll just have to see!

Whoever thought 80s hair (of all things!) would make a comeback or that I'd be influenced by Tina Majorina aka. Deb from Napolean Dynamite?

Yup, I was an 80s kid fer sure. Now to find my old jelly shoes...

I'm Lovin' it: Borba Water. Yeah yeah, it tastes like arse -- especially the Skin Balance Clarifying Pomegranate flavor. It promotes "Healthy Skin From Within", but let me tell you clear skin does not come cheap. The cost is $35 for a 14 pack, but there are no carbs, no calories, no aspartame, and no sodium. A flawlessly epidermis-ed skinny minnie...wunderbar!

I'm Over it: Searching for the perfect apartment. Rental gods, puh-leeeze put me and my friends out of our misery!

Track of the Day: "Saying Sorry" by Hawthorne Heights. Because those two words are so often the hardest to say. Besides the three word phrase "I love you." For some people anyway.

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Thursday, March 16, 2006

Matteo Marzotto = My Husband

He's second-in-command at the conglomerate that is Valentino, just a half step behind Valentino Garavani himself.

Matteo Marzotto -- Chief Operating Officer for Valentino S.p.A. -- was not only a key component in the buy-out of the fashion house for $210 million in 2002, under his watchful eye the company has increased in sales by nearly $94 million since then. Super hot, no?

MENSA-intelligent, beyond handsome, impeccable taste, avid race car, driver helicopter owner, sexy accent, and unlimited access to Valentino archives old and new.

Now if I can only find a way to smack his on-and-off flame Naomi Campbell with a cellphone over the edge of his red yacht, he'll be all mine.

With all his credentials, Matteo just might de-throne Tom Ford as the sexiest man in the fashion industry.

Fashion Observation of the Day: UGG-ly

Does anyone else notice that when fashion critics write or speak about horrible, despicable trends they always, always, always refer to the UGG boot?

Gee, I wonder why?!? (*cue sarcastic tone here)

(Check out the hard proof in paragraph #1 of NY Times fashion writer Guy Trebay's newest article:

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Rewinding Back to 1987

These days, it's all about reliving the 80s.

Remember the feathered bangs, white ankle socks with stilettos, guys sporting Axl Rose hair, acid wash jeans, the Brat Pack of Demi-Emilio-Molly-Judd-Ally-and-Anthony, Mister T, scrunchies, jelly shoes, Madonna circa "Like A Virgin", air guitar, The Smurfs, Jem and the Holograms, and a baby-faced Patrick Dempsey? Owning a Donna Karan powersuit was the fashion nirvana for every working girl channeling Melanie Griffith, and nothing -- I repeat, nothing -- beat a pair of front row tickets to the Bon Jovi concert.

For those Generation X-ers and Y-ers who long to live the good old days, you're in luck. Drop by The Larchmont on Melrose to attend the most rockin' interactive homecoming party Rewind 1987, directed by Joel Thielke and set at the fictional Southern Dam High's 1987 Homecoming Dance. You'll mingle with every high school clique and stereotype, played to perfection by a group of local actors, some veterans of the showbiz and some up-and-coming.

There's the catty, popular girls helmed by headcheerleader Amanda. Expect one of these divas (either Janet or Krissy) to stop by your table, inform you "you're not as pretty as her but here's a friendship bracelet anyway". Trust me, I got an orange one. Naturally, Amanda's boyfriend Jake is the resident half-wit jock, joined at the hip by his equally oafy sidekick, Hulk. Then you've got the ESL Japanese exchange students Suki and Taki, the latter practically a replica of Long Duck Dong. Dillard the nerd goes off on a scientific rant if you let him (ask him about his light), and Coach Wormer attempts to get you on the dance floor to do an 80s boogie with him. Jerry is the overzealous (and slightly gender ambiguous) drama kid and Sally is the shy girl who just can't stop crying about something. Cassie is the female version of Judd Nelson's "boy-from-the-wrong-side-of-the-tracks" Bender of The Breakfast Club (make sure to read the message on her hilarious tee-shirt) and Bobby Rock MC is the Guns ' n' Roses-influenced rocker dude. Rounding out the adult troupe is BJ King (a colorful, RuPaul-esque character) and Mrs. Bright. This ensemble cast will seriously keep you laughing all night with their memory-evoking antics.

Have a cold beer from the cash bar, sport your old crazy high school gear (including your leg warmers ladies!), mess around with the characters, get your free polaroid taken by the Homecoming Photo Booth Geek, and "Rock The Casbah" to the best 80s hits at Rewind 1987.

It beats a 10-year high school reunion any day.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Event-ful Night

Tonight is an important one.

My company TP&C -- go try figuring that one out, y'all! -- is hosting a big event at one of our client's Los Angeles flagship boutique on Rodeo Drive. This means one thing: high stress for all involved.

There's going to be great music (thanks to the DJ Tony O. who regularly spins the jams for Ellen G. show), yummy nibbles (thanks to David S.) and good company -- all going toward a fantastic non-profit organization.

Music, food, socio-generosity, and friends. Sounds like a friggin' great night to me, no?

I'm Lovin' it: My boss just bought the cutest "Dacey" linen flat peeptoe ballet flats from Banana Republic that are an absolute must for any spring/summer outfits. And $78 is a fabulous investment for an entire warm season...and next year's.

I'm Over it: Steve-O of Jackass fame. He's such a fool and complete a waste of periodic elements that could possibly make up a nice, sane person. But Wee Man (nee Jason) the midget -- who my friend E. and I had the pleasure of meeting over the weekend -- is a pretty pleasant fella. But just a little bit short for our taste.

Artist of the Day: I'm giving my sister props for introducing me to Her Space Holiday (headed up by Marc Bianchi), who I am now completely hooked on. Check out "My Girlfriend's Boyfriend" and "Japanese Gum" from HSH's last record Young Machines. Guaranteed after you hear them, you'll be on eBay trying to bid on all the Her Space Holiday albums available. You just have to outbid me first.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


How excited am I!?

Lululemon Athletica, the super-hip and trendy yoga wear company has already hit it big below the 49 and toward the right coast. The company was born in my hometown of Vancouver and is the brainchild of Westbeach guru Chip Wilson -- Lululemon is no longer just a brand, it's a lifestyle.

And they're having a HUGE warehouse sale in Hollywood this weekend.

Practically lived in my black wide-leg Lululemon pants when I was still a Kitsilano (that's the Vancity equivalent to Santa Monica, Americanos) girl. They went from the gym to the supermarket to shopping trips to nights lounging in front of the TV. And they still look like a million dollars.


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Monday, March 06, 2006

I Wear My Sunglasses At Night

Sunglasses have become a nouveau status symbol.

Dior, Chanel, Prada, Cavalli, Versace, Police, Tom Ford, Oliver Peoples, Spy, Oakley -- there's a set to suit your every mood.

I bought myself two pairs of sunglasses in the span of 21 days. No, no. They're not of the $400 variety, but a stylish lady never reveals the real price of her shades. In the first pair I bought, I've been told I look like a molester. FYI, mirrored shades do not always equate molester status, thank you very much. In the second set, I basically look like a bug. My friend L. told me with them on, I'm just sunglasses and teeth. But they are so fanabulous and were such a steal, I don't care if I look like the long lost relative of Cousin It. I feel like a friggin' celebutante in them. Not that I should be bragging about that really.

The old adage may say a girl can never have too many shoes, but in this day and age of equality and excessive luxury consumerism, a girl or guy can never, ever have enough sunglasses.