Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: Um, Hi Shoe.

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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Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Um, Hi Shoe.

A little pit stop into Misch yesterday led me to discover these Loeffler Randall heels.

It's like an incredibly incredible Mary Jane, only with a thick, latticed basket band spanning the top of your foot instead of a simple skinny strap. Plus, they were ultra-comfortable. Pinkie swear, I could probably run a marathon in them.

Oh, and it has a zippered back.

No, Loeffler Randall isn't particularly recession-friendly, especially this number, which calculates somewhere in and around eight bills.

But the silver lining for those who are budget-conscious is that either Steve Madden, Forever 21, Nine West or Aldo will knock off a less luxe version within a couple of months.

I'm not condoning knock-offs, I'm really just calling it like it is.

I'm Lovin' it: I know this is a few-days-old news, but Gisele Bundchen and Tom Brady got hitched. Can't wait to see the infant perfection that will be Baby Bundchen-Brady.

I'm Over it: I must have ADD or something. Went to put my laundry in the dryer, stopped after taking out only my wet denim and sat down to blog instead. Yeah, the rest of my soaking wares are still in the washer. Better finish the task I originally started.

Music of the Day: Atmosphere is rolling into town in May! And so is M83, again!! Only the latter will be at a better venue this time. Ticket lockdown is in progress. And anyway, who wouldn't love seeing Slug -- who called his last album When Life Hands You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold -- rhymesay with his Rhymesayers? I'll be enjoying your lyrics live real soon, Slug. (Note: the second YouTube video has explicit lyrics, so proceed with caution if you're at work)