Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: My Name Is Gladiator

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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Monday, April 06, 2009

My Name Is Gladiator

Russell Crowe in Body of Lies: yikes.

Russell Crowe in Gladiator: yum.

BCBG price tags: yikes.

BCBG Studded Wedge Gladiator Sandal: double yum.

Saritz and I cruised around town on foot for nearly five hours yesterday, basking in the glorious sunshine and basically being tourists in our own city.

Before heading back to my neighborhood post-walk, we made a little stop in BCBG, where I saw these amazing sand-colored gladiator wedge sandals (which came in a heeled version, too) and promptly had visions of summer dresses, tanned legs, and patio evenings dancing Sugar Plum-style in my head.

My name might not be Gladiator -- and it's certainly not Maximus -- but it can be, if it means having these for Summer '09.

I'm Lovin' it: Two Saturdays ago, my girls Ovitch, Steph A., Berry and I crashed the Gibson Guitar soiree that was going down a block and a half away from my apartment. Not only did we rock out to a pretty good cover band, we also got a pretty nicely stocked gift bag on the way out (so rockers apparently like MAC lip color?). But the most amazing thing in the bag -- beside the gourmet brownies that lasted about ten seconds in my possession -- was a golden olive oil face serum from Tval. Just a few drops and your skin is baby smooth. And it works on all skin types. Who knew Gibson Guitar would have a hand in giving me perfect skin?

I'm Over it: Uh, it's already April. That means my birthday is two days less than a month away as of today. Old bag I am. Sigh sigh sigh.

Music of the Day: Please buy the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs album It's Blitz!. It's a start to finish piece of work, and "Skeletons" is almost half the reason why it needs your immediate ownership. Oh, Karen O. Such a pretty voice.