Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: Underneath My Clothes

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.

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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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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Underneath My Clothes

"Underneath my clothes, there's an endless story..." is what Shakira once sang a fews ago in her hit song of the same name.

Sure, there's a story underneath mine for revealing, too, but I'd much rather reveal me wearing something from Letters of Marque, a new line of vintage-inspired lingerie from Stacey Dash.

And oui, oui -- it's the same Stacey Dash who played Dionne next to Alicia Silverstone's Cher.

Along with Jennifer Issa, the actress/designer has created a beautiful, romantic collection of undergarments, inspired by one of her ancestors who was, apparently, a Dutch pirate. The original Letter of Marque was a document given to pirates, allowing them the right to pillage whatever they invaded. Pillage...booty...lingerie...makes sense, no?

The underthings really are quite breathtaking, made from French and English Leavers lace and fashioned into vintage silhouettes -- Dash and Issa's "Muse" collection should be in every woman's boudoir drawer.

Writing about fashion while wearing Letters of Marque is so Sex and Vancity.

I'm Lovin' it: I cannot wait to see the new Jason Wu and Alexander Wang collections from NY Fashion Week.

I'm Over it: Know when you have a craving to eat something and when you do, it's not at all as good as it normally is? I'd been wanting a burrito from Taco Shack on Cornwall for awhile, so yesterday I gave in. The boy with ADD who made my burrito put too much pico de gallo, had no rice to put in and didn't cook the onions properly on the grill. Have I ever mentioned my extreme detest for raw onions?? Anyway, the eating experience was not as pleasant as I hoped. And my breathe STILL smells like onions, despite multiple tooth brushings, flosses and gum.

Music of the Day: The auditory pleasure of Kid Sister, born Melissa Young of Chicago. If I were to describe her music, I'd say it's Girl Talk, M.I.A., Lady Sovereign and DJ A-Trak all in one, but with her doing all the rapping. Oh wait, A-Track also happens to be her boyfriend and Kanye West's DJ, which explains why Mister West did his own version of her track "Pro Nails". Booty-shaking, electro shizz.