Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: Manic Monday

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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Monday, October 01, 2007

Manic Monday

Sorry for the lack of postage.

Haute Hippie is currently without a phone number -- due to some "technical" difficulties -- and is trying to get a local Vancity number ASAP. I found this all out at about 7:15 pm tonight.

It's the universe telling me it's about time I get a local phone, I'm sure much to the relief of all my pals up here who are still calling/texting me long distance when I live in town.

So you can imagine I'm not really thinking about fashion right now, but instead thinking about just how isolated I feel from everyone and how I can rectify this immediately! I'll be back on track tomorrow.

Good-bye, L.A. digits...you were good times.

I'm Lovin' it: The hot fuzz that caught me going thirty over the speed limit today on Great Northern Way and let me go without so much as breaking out his ticket writer. Whew, that would've made my day reeeeaaaaally bad.

I'm Over it: Uh, no phone. Obviously.

Art of the Day: Anything by the Parisian graff artist Fafi (her followers are called "Fafinettes"). Born in Toulouse, France, Fafi made her mark back in 1994 and eventually grew her art empire to include exhibitions, artwork in music videos, coffee table books and collaborations in the fash industry. Her work is kind of like Miss Van, but less dark and more dreamy -- and slightly more sexual. I've totally become a Fafinette, yo.