Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: Hot Shots

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, January 14, 2008

Hot Shots

I love Bill Cunningham photos from The New York Times.

He recently did a series of shots of women in NYC wearing ankle booties.

There two are my absolute faves.

The first shot is of the hottest yummy mummy I've ever seen -- please god, let me look as cool and stylish as this woman after my first baby (her tot is apparently wearing baby Oakleys or something -- very cute)!

The second shot of two chic women in the Big Apple is so endearing because the one on the left has childishly rolled out her ankles in much the same way a toddler might, blissfully unaware her picture is getting taken as she waits for a cab. You know that I know she wouldn't have rolled out her ankles if Cunningham took the picture head-on. There's something really innocent about the shot. Loves it.