As you know, it’s menswear fashion week in Milan. Although all of my favourite papi chulos are white, I cannot help but wonder where the ethnics are. During the Spring 2008 women’s show season, lots of people cried foul because of the lack of coloured folk on the runways. Where are the nig nogs? Where are the ching chong china man people? Where are the Maria Guadalupe Lupita Al-Habeeb Al-Jazeera Patels? Well, I know for a fact that menswear is actually more aryan nation compared to women’s wear but whatevs. Let’s do a recap of yesterday’s MAJOR shows, shall we?
Because I’m still sick and bedridden, I have lots of time to spare. OMG YOU GUYS ARE SO GONNA DIE WITH MY DISCOVERIES. I EVEN FOUND AN INDIAN/BANGLADESHI/PAKISTANI/I’M NOT REALLY SURE MALE MODEL. IN MILAN. YES IN MILAN. YES! YES! YES! Click click click!
OMG! You would *never* believe what happened to me today. The third world postal system is clearly one of the most disgusting government entity on the face of the planet. You think corruption only exists at the top? Please. The bottom-feeders who work at the post office should be shot at the back of their skulls.
So basically, I sent someone to pick up my packages from eBay at the post office. I bought all sorts of cheap shit from belts and hats to shoes and bracelets. Loads of accessories. Anyway, on one of the auctions, I won this lot of nine (9) bracelets however, when my messenger arrived, I only saw 3 bracelets in the package.
I was going to write this long scathing email how I got scammed by the seller only to be told by my messenger that the post office took 6 of my bracelets — the one with spikes. Apparently they think of it as a dangerous threat/weapons and the lady had to confirm it with her boss whether or not they’re gonna release them and they’ll notify me by phone.
What the hell? How can these bracelets be deemed dangerous? I honestly don’t get it. And the whores had the nerve to charge me $40 in duties and taxes for this lot, twice the amount I paid for.
I’m telling y’all, the fuckers at Las Pinas post office should be shot. I don’t even understand why that post office handles our packages when there’s another post office nearby (Alabang) who should be handling our packages. God damn I loathe them damn minimum waging corrupt peasants. I really do.
You know, this sort of shit never happens in other countries. In fact, packages are delivered right in people’s doorstep too. You simply don’t go to the post office to claim your packages. Ugh.
So there I was, reading an article about Banksy on the Time.com website and then I saw some banner ad for Louis Vuitton. I clicked clicked clicked the ad, got redirected to their site and lo and behold I found this on the landing page.
Marc Jacobs has a lot of explaining to do. How come Rachel was absent at the Marc Jacobs AND Louis Vuitton Spring 2008 shows? I suppose that’s ok since girl_friend got the campaign anyway. This is seriously major! Hahaha! Yeehaw! Congrats congrats congrats!
This video is soo fucking fierce. Well, Natasha Poly is SO fucking fierce. Jesus, look at her face — and her AMAZING bone structure. The jaws, the cheekbones, the face, the hair, the eyes, the gaze, the stares, the arms, the looks, the way the clothes look/move on her. PERFECTION!
And this is why I love Gucci’s 2008 Cruise collection. I got a shitload of flak from the Tom Ford fans when I wrote about it earlier this year but whatevs. :)
The duo behind the infamous Socialite Rank scandale that rocked NYC’s high society earlier this year, my long-lost Russian siblings Valentine and Olga Rei, emailed me a couple of pics from the recent V Magazine Halloween Party. I’m sure y’all know that these guys are responsible for propelling Oliva Palermo into the spotlight. I LOOOOVE!!!!!
I love exotics. I really do. I found someone who specializes in beautiful exotic leathers such as crocodile and ostrich a few weeks ago. I can’t give out the name (for now at least) until I receive the bag. No it’s not Hermès. Do I look like I can afford to buy an ostrich or croc Hermès bag? Not in this lifetime! I know I could sell my mangina and soul to Satan but the devil himself will tell me he doesn’t accept used goods. Anyway, I
want to make sure their product meets my expectations before I tell
the world about it so let’s keep it a secret for now. I want to get a massive nifty tote, custom-made in sumptuous ostrich leather but I can’t decide which colour… there’s so many to chose from! Here’s their colour chart.
My top picks: clemaris, iris blue or mouse. African Violet is also nice. So so so rich!
I love In Style. I really do. In my opinion, it’s the only "fashion" magazine allowed to have celebrities on the cover. It’s their turf and celebrities are what they do best. Hollywood "glamour", Hollywood fashion, Hollywood chu chu bells. Want to keep up with celebrity fashion? Grab a copy of In Style. Not ___. Not ___. Not ___ ____. Anyway, the only time I read In Style is whenever I go to salons. It’s one of those things that *YOU* have to do, come hell or high water, whenever you get your hair or your nails done: flip through the pages of In Style.
Lookie lookie at what I found:
You have GOT to be kidding me. Handwash cashmere sweaters? Use shampoo? Outrageous! I don’t know about you but even our maid knows that YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO HANDWASH CASHMERE SWEATERS BECAUSE OF A THING CALLED SHRINKAGE. Last time the help pulled this shit on me, my precious Lucien Pellat-Finet sweater ended up as DOGWEAR, as in I ended up giving it to the dog because it shrank.
I’m sorry but that’s just irresponsible advice. Cashmere = dry clean only. If you have moths in your house then houston, you have a problem. CALL PEST CONTROL!
Look at what I found (amongst other things) and guess what’s coming to mama over the next few days: a pair of white Marc Jacobs Collection gladiator boots! I know everyone’s done the whole gladiator trend this year and thanks to Balenciaga’s spring 2008 collection, y’all will get a time extension on this trend. Anyway, I’ve been searching all summer for these shoes — I’m quite surprised how they appeared at Net-a-porter considering they’re sold out everywhere in America! I couldn’t wait any longer so I ordered a pair in white – for now at least. I think I can sleep tonight knowing the white pair has been paid for and they should be able to ship it asap. LOL.
Oh my god. Who is the big black tranny beside Caroline Murphy on the latest cover of Vogue Paris? Look at those damn fine legs — no, not Caroline Murphy but Andre’s, one of the stylists who work for Patricia Field! Andre and Carolyn Murphy – Vogue Paris November 2007
Photo by Bruce Weber
Isn’t that cover fucking fabulous? I love it! Oh my god I fucking love it! The hair! The limp wrists! The legs! The outfit! The facial expressions! The bling! Carolyn Murphy! A model! I don’t know about you but if memory serves me right, I have never seen male to female gender bender fender on the cover of Vogue. Have you? Is this hysterical historical or what?
This is why Carine Roitfeld is truly the most chica fashion editor-in-chief in the entire world. She knows how to surprise people. She never fails to deliver the unexpected. She’s spontaneous. She knows how to laugh. She has a sense of humor. She just knows. Period. American magazines with the exception of V, are you reading this? Please take note.
Anyway, who is Andre? Click click click to find out his pictures in real life. YES HE HAS A BEARD!!!!!