Hot Fashion Passion
I’m not gonna lie to you… I am a bitch’s bitch when it comes to style and in my genuinely bitchy fashion, I despise, loathe, frown upon, look down on, and can’t help but rip on all of those try-hard wannabe fashionistas out there. I can’t hate the girl next door for not getting the cerulean blue scene from The Devil Wears Prada. Oh, wait… yes, I can, but it’s only half the fun to be cruel to a clueless fashion hazard than a wannabe hipster whose outfit shattered a mirror before leaving the house. There’s bad style everywhere, and I don’t mean the “so bad that it’s good” kind, or the kind that makes you realize that the world would be boring if we all liked the same things. I’m talking about people with money that can’t buy taste (even though they CAN afford a personal stylist), or people without money trying to fake it till they make it with their cheap knock-offs and tacky trends. I’m here to help those in need to decipher the good from the ugly, so stay tuned for some hot fashion tips.
March 23rd, 2008 at 3:25 pm
[...] Utterly disappointed by yet another sad state of affairs at the Mercedes-Benz Fashion week, I’ve been uninspired to post. The usual display of bad taste left me speechless. The Pussy Cat Dolls? Come on. No wonder it’s the joke of the industry. Again. I am embarrassed for the design-challenged LA. It feels like a reflection on me since I live here. The best part is that there IS good design out here, the worst part is that it’s not buddies with Barrymore or cousins with Coppola. And all the good ones (ahem, Jeremy Scott, Rick Owens…) leave just as magically as they appeared and head off to Europe where fashion is not a rehearsal but a lifestyle. What’s it gonna take to shake up some real (and unfortunately dormant) talent in this town? Cos I know it’s there. Wake up LA, wake up! Show em yo grills. And help me shed my cerulean blues. [...]