Kate Moss: The Face of Fashion
I LOOOVE HER DRESS! SOOOO BEAUTIFUL!
I despise this woman. *NOT!* She’s the chicest son of a bitch on the face of the planet. Well… yeah. Carine Roitfeld, too. Anyway, Kate is *NEVER* wrong. I have never ever ever infinity ever seen her look terrible. Put her in the most hideous outfit ever and she can still pull it off. Feed her the most hardcore drugs and get her intoxicated and she’s still fucking fabulous. Nobody does it better than her. NO ONE! She’s just soooo preeeeeettyyy!
Pierre Hardy, Jeremy Laing, Jean Paul Gaultier, Henrik Vibskov, Chanel, Tony Duquette, Hermès, my god I’m getting dizzy already with all these names, names, names. What else do I have in store for you? Acne Jeans, Boucheron, D&G, Theo Fennell, Burfitt (Lovisa Burfitt), One Hit Wonder, Alexander McQueen and A. Lange & Söhne. Sugar daddies at ten paces bitch, it’s time to give those suckers a coronary!
Thanks to Joa from Sweden.
This photo made me laugh. For real. Thank god I’m already outre in real life. And bitch please, my fetish boots are fucking 7 or 8 inches high.
Unfortuntely, I’ve got nothing on the red pvc suit though.
OMFG Best idea ever!
Oh. My. God. I have the best idea ever for another business.
All I need is someone who knows how to sew to turn it into a reality.
Where can I find someone in the third world who knows how to sew fast, quick and cheap? Where are the fucking sweatshops when you need them most?
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Men’s Leggings Meggings at Marni!!
[ADDENDUM/UPDATE/EDIT - MARCH 26, 2007 - WHY SETTLE FOR MEGGINGS WHEN YOU CAN GO FOR MEN'S HIGH HEELS AKA MEELS!!!! CLICK HERE FOR THE LATEST UPDATE ON THIS SERIES. OH AND I LOST WEIGHT SINCE THEN. 15 MORE POUNDS TO GO! I WANNA BE 90!! HAHA!]
OH. MY. GOD. If there’s a reason to smoke crystal meth this year and go manorexic, it’s the leggings at Marni and the stirrups at Prada this Fall/Winter 2007. I’m telling y’all — men’s leggings are all the rage in Milan! It’s time for me to ditch my tights and go for leggings! I HATE MY MAN LEGS. THEY ARE SOO FUCKING GROTESQUE, HIDEOUS, DISGUSTING AND OBESE. They look as if they belong to either a cyclist or a gym bunny, or worse, to a fat person. They’re sooo not proportionate to the rest of my body and I have to deal with my thigs every fucking single day. Ignore the ski cap cause I can’t be bothered to fix my hair and put on makeup.
Jacket from Helmut Lang, asymmetrical shirt from Ann Demeulemeester, leggings from WeLoveColors.com, sunglasses from Valentino, ski cap from Louis Vuitton, shoes from Tod’s.
View From The Fourth Row
I know, I know. I haven’t really "blogged" properly in the past week. I’m kinda depressed (long story) but rest assured, things will go back to normal soon. Promise. I haven’t camwhored in a while for god’s sake and I know you aaaaallll want pictures of me gallivating around the cesspit of the third world.
By the meantime, check out my latest discovery, a blog entitled "View From The Fourth Row". It’s written by a Conde Nast staffer… absolutely hilarious and I fucking love it. My mother might well be a fuckin bovine but I know I can sleep at night the obese cow ain’t two-faced. Haha!
Keep in touch maggots! I’m here and I’m queer. I just need to compose myself. That’s all.
Christian Dior Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2007
I’ve been away from the computer because of my hypertension scare — my blood pressure literally went up to 184/98 on Saturday brunch because I binged on crispy, crunchy, fried pork (aka crispy pata) so I ended up taking my dad’s hypertension medicine before going to the doctors. They told me to stay in bed all weekend… it’s my fault though cause I’ve been starving myself recently but hey… I want to be thin. So there…. no more fried pork for me. What was I thinking eating a cup-full of toxic anyway? *sigh* Proof that food… good ol’ delicious food.. can KILL YOU!!!!!!!
Trust me, I’d rather be a fragile skeleton wearing some of the world’s most decadent and lavish dresses than be a bouncing, healthy fat boy in normal, boring clothes. Ugh. The current state of my body is hideous but whatevs. Enough health talk… why talk about health when there’s haute couture!!!!!
Top Twenty Tees
You can never have enough hats, gloves and shoes……… and tees! Shop, shop, shop!
24 is worth dying for.
I’m kidding. Hahaha! So tell me, what number can you see on this teeny tiny piece of leather?
Why stop at 24 when you can go for 21? I know I’m having this weird and crazy "get thin" phase (just a little blip on my "thing"… so don’t take it too seriously) and I’m already sounding like a broken record so from now on, I’m gonna avoid talking about my personal weight issues on this blog. For now at least.
Go to my weight loss blog, http://2468-diet.blogspot.com to read more about "24" and my 2468 diet.
On that note, I’m off to bed. I’ll update when I get up. I love you all!
27 Things I Want N-O-W!
Credit cards at ten paces boys and girls… get ready to shop, shop, shop (for meeeeeeeee)!!!!