catching up

after a lackluster spring (and yet another lackluster spring to follow (thus far)) fall has knocked me on my ass as far as amazing shit that is out there that i need in my life now. a sampling of the list:

david wyatt maypole shoes. i love the shape and the color. i've never been known to kick a whimsical shoe out of bed


so these nina ricci boots are the closest thing i will ever come to the heel-less runway versions. i think i need to give my chloe boots a day off and try these babies out for size


i want to live right there in this 1960s kitchen. i want to be that woman that serves chocolate icebox cake right next to the carousel horses and candy striped stools. AMAZING


if i were a 1940s film noir movie star, or a person that makes more money than your average 16 year old, i would glady wear this vintage crepe gown with spiderweb bead detailing to death. i am more willing to drop a little extra money on amazing vintage just because i know im not going to find it for 80% off at the barneys warehouse sale at the end of the season


why hellllooo charlotte olympia wedges. these behemoth wedges look straight out of a tim burton movie. im actively working on losing my tan. once i turn a satisfactory shade of alabaster, maybe ill reward myself with this masterpiece


Thea cadabra shoes. i would be hesitant to even refer to these gems as shoes. more like wearable art. the difficult decision now is to decide which one to order. there is the fabulous rain storm shoe


bat shoes

ice cream shoes

how have these shoes flown under my radar for so long?

also, i would like to own these diamante bow chloe shoes. let it be said, though, that the salesgirls at chloe are in their own league of cuntliness. they make the too-cool-to-live salespeople at marc by marc jacobs seem almost human

these chanel shoes that i never saw in stores, but only saw in a size 10 on bluefly. it's like my michelin man meets mary quant fantasy mmmmm



that's it.. for today anyway. also, how lame are the spring shows shaping up to be? Danielle Scutt and Basso & Brooke have been the only ones whose shows i've loved. at least ill be able to give my credit cards a break next season. that is only if paris and milan are a let down too!

welcome back

the ebay gods have been smiling down upon me as of late. after an endless string of disappointments, much like my life, things are finally turning around. things i want from topshop end up in my order (that NEVER happens!) so you know im operating on some serious luck here. my closet has never been better! example:



comme des garcons fall 2007 3-d hand skirt. who needs the warm embrace of a boyfriend when my hips can be embraced by disembodied pepto bismol pink stuffed hands?



finally, after what seems like decades, i got the damn miu miu teacup shoes. even more glorious than i had imagined. when i put them on, it's like i'm straight out of one of lewis carroll's pyschotic cocaine dazes and thrust into the not-so-magical burbs of orange county.



topshop unique leotard. completely useless but now i can rest easy at night knowing it is safe within the confines of my closet. maybe i'll wear it to coachella? your options tend to be limited in 839045 degree weather.



another reason why i love etsy: it will bring me closer to my japanese horror rodarte dreams than the sad, stretched seafoam green metallic knits at nordstrom rack ever will. this fabulous etsyer knit them for me and although i haven't worn them out, just putting them on and prancing around the house has been satiating enough.



ok so i know i totally work at betsey johnson, and i should have enough betsey dresses in my arsenal to last me several lifetimes, i still troll the bay for amazing dresses i missed out on, e.g., this seashell print silk babydoll dress with smocking and a peter pan collar. it's practically begging to get the courtney love treatment, and i'm gonna be the one to give it to it.


yet, true to my gender's age-old afflictions, i remain unsatisfied. i still want:


a moschino gingerbread man clutch. i mean obvs, totally essential.



early 90s chanel pailette covered bra top. i would wear this with an oversized boyfriend blazer and silk/rayon blend harem pants, all while smoking benson & hedges cigarettes and watching melrose place re-runs.




chanel ice cream print dress. amazing, right? this happens to be one of the not-so-rare instances for me on ebay that the model is totally killing it for me (killing it in a bad way (not bad like 'dude, you are so bad!' but bad bad). did they really have to put this beautiful piece on a tranny built like one of the real housewives of orange county? ick. whatever, i still put a bid on it. eeeks!




a mickey mouse print vintage fur coat. amazing! and $1800?!?! dream on, japanese ebay seller, dream on. totally reminds me of the gypsies trying to sell $800 miu miu brocade coats even though they are like from ages ago, and refuse to answer my numerous messages about accepting my best offer. i hope ebay smites you with sky high relisting fees.



like this amazing miu miu dress from quite possibly the best collection ever, spring 2008. $741, dear british seller? shit i really want it, let's pray i can harass them into selling it to me for a more reasonable price.



normally, i would never endorse any product sold under the pseudonym "rockstar clothing," but in this instance, i must make an exception. case in point, pepe le pew t-shirt, as worn by slash in the use your illusion tour dvds. with my skinny leather topshop pants and this shirt, all i need is a gay cellphone holder clipped to my waistband, and i'm basically mr. hudson (don't think i didnt see that lame ass picture of slash with the cellphone clipped to his waistband. talk about killing the fantasy!)!.



with this coat, i'm straight out of 1988 london. all i need is my marc jacobs zippered boots and a really skinny boyfriend who sneers and spits a lot. it's coats like these that make me wish i had an accent. ughh.



marc jacobs fall 2007 jumpsuit. i would slick my hair back, wear ysl red lipstick, and take on many young lovers in this jazzy little number. pray i get my paws on this one- it's hard to come by!



i know, i know. totally quinceanera meets scarlett o'hara meets hallmark valentines day card, but im such a sucker for hearts, chiffon, tulle, bows, studs, or zippers. 3 out of the 6 accoutrements that usually determine whether or not i want something badly means i should definitely get it. imagine if anything, ANYTHING, were to come out with hearts, chiffon, tulle, bows, studs, and zippers, all at once?! i think i would immediately fall to the floor in a fit of seizures and totally blow a blood vessel in my brain.

that's it for now. my credit cards are quivering in fear.

sick

so this year, i expanded my vocabulary (yes!) but failed to curb my shopping habit (no!). i guess one out of two new years resolutions is decent. this coming may, me julia and gloria are going to london, spain, and most importantly, paris. every purchase since the hatching of our crackpot idea has me thinking "hmm, how will this look while i'm strolling down the champs elysees?" unfortunately for my bank account, more times than not, the answer is FABULOUS!

recent proof


spring 08 ysl sleeveless jersey blazer. with my high waisted leather skinny pants from topshop. channeling kate lanphear. mmmmm


speaking of kate, she is the sole reason i had to own these stella wedges. the picture of her weaing the black bootie versions haunted my days and nights. creepy.


my hats off to topshop for making the best bootlegs in the biz (take notes, ioffer with your nasty fake louboutins. eew) thanks for giving me a lucious piece of miu miu spring '08 without the $1250, calorie-laden price tag.


i promise, i will kick the topshop habit soon. high waisted, black denim hotpants with gold studs all over the sides. one would think i would look like a mexican or mayan warrior in this ensemble, but that one would think wrong. i look like the malnourished love child of carine and david lee roth.



and i've currently got my sights set on these bad boys


totally amazing sheer body con dress. kind of robert palmer video girl meets alexander wang's similar number.



i know i'm not gamine enough to pull off the jean seberg bullshit, but with this by malene birger top i might have to give it a go.




studded cross body leather bag from topshop, since my bat cross body bag so conveniently became a handheld clutch after both straps broke causing me to lo




so new wave romantic. it's like adam ant at a jazz club. just when you think it doesn't work, you're like, hey man, it totally makes sense.




there is nothing more i want from this world than to own some rodarte fall '08 deconstructed knits. unfortunately for me, nordstrom rack has like two seafoam green/sparkly cowl neck sleeveless jumpers for like $400 each. i think i'll pass and snatch up with homemade, seditionaries style jumper. aaannddd



some of the matching leggings too. my awesomeness would know no bounds.



i totally want these ysl boots from ebay too. i walk like a cave man, so may shoe choices are limited to wedges and boots. ok ok ok this boot in paris? insane!


i went to palm springs this weekend and had an amazing time. school starts next week (a little bit of my joy dies every time i think that), but it is my last semester!

2009 has the makings to be a very very good year!