Apparently Michelle Obama is getting heat for wearing sleeveless dresses. Apparently it’s a sin to bare your arms (how many editors wrote Michelle’s “Right to Bare Arms” today; it’s just too easy) in a)Congress b)Winter c)if you’re over 40? I totally understand the cold thing, but the lady is inside and she’s got some pretty nice arms. Actually inspired me to go to yoga today, but some are saying it’s just not kosher and even comparing her arms to Madonna's. That is crazy talk — I say whatever to them. “Oh my God,” Cindi Leive, Glamour editor, e-mailed the New York Times last night. “The First Lady has bare arms in Congress, in February, at night!”
My twin? Daniel thinks I look like this chick. I thought he was full of shit until I looked at this pic from last summer again. I guess it’s not so bad to look like the “Goddess of the Bullring.” Yes Conchita Cintrón was a matadorA, a bullfighter; she just died in Portugal at the age of 86. I have a tough ass doppelganger!
In 1949, Ms. Cintrón, who had fought in Mexico, Peru, Venezuela, Colombia, Ecuador, Portugal, Spain and France, declared she would give up bullfighting to get married if she should find a suitable man, an intellectual “who can dominate me,” she said in an interview with The New York Post. “All my professional life I have been dominating bulls, and I don’t want that to happen to the man I choose to marry.”
His administration will attempt to close the large fiscal gap even while starting a major health-care initiative intended to substantially extend coverage; to do so, it foresees increasing taxes on the wealthiest Americans and using revenue from a new program: selling carbon credits to manufacturers as part of a cap-and-trade plan meant to slow climate change.
Megan and I always get the same old lines when we introduce ourselves to new people together. Usually they say “that’s easy,” or reference the good old “Megan sandwich” (well I actually tend to use that one when necessary). But if it’s out there we’ve heard it — it's actually kind of depressing to see people’s lack of originality over and over again. My pseudonym Zoe Day even came from hearing these echoed reactions. But anyway, the other night at Glasslands Megan and I heard a response we had never come across before and I quite like it.
My dear friend Bryn has embarked on a new adventure and it’s not styling for some new hipster band or hitting up every European music festival known to man. Brynnie has gone back to her roots with Socked Animals by ABC. So very cute. I heard a rumor that she is in the midst of working on one with some serious tits and ass.
Fun for all ages and the perfect gift for St. Patrick’s Day, Passover or Easter. You can even special order them at email@example.com. I want a rhino!
Balloons are finding me now. Over the weekend I snapped this photo of this adorable brother and sister on the bus heading home from an obviously fun and tiring day. Don’t worry, their mom is somewhere behind the balloon bouquet.
Did you know that Nigeria has the third largest film industry in the world behind Hollywood and Bollywood — and naturally, it’s called Nollywood. I didn’t.
I came across this story in the New York Times and about a store in the West Bronx that is the largest and oldest retailer of these African films. “You get hooked on a really good story and you want to watch more,” said Ms. Tijani, who was born in Togo, in West Africa. “It’s like a soap opera.”
Shot using digital video rather than film, Nollywood’s products look like home movies. But starring in such a movie can catapult a Nigerian actor into instant celebrity.
“People invite the actors to New York for a vacation, and they come to my store for signings,” Mr. Mohammed said proudly. “Sometimes I have close to 200 people trying to get in here.”
Is it weird that I love Posh's Gothesque Oscar dress? I mean, I've always been a bit Adams Family; completely obsessed with Wednesday as a child. It's just those amazing shoulders and the nails. But from the actual red carpet I fell most hard for Marion Cotillard's tulle and sequin Haute Couture Dior gown. I liked her dress last year the best too. The girl takes risks. I really don't think anyone else did, but I do think Penelope Cruz, Anne Hathaway, Marisa Tomei and the chick from Slumdog Millionaire looked nice. But I was really not into Kate Winslet, Jennifer Aniston, Jessica Biel, Reese Witherspoon or Amy Adams.
Pleated leather shorts were all over the runway. I kind of love them — I mean I am really into my shorts and I like a little leather and I could definitely feel pleats making their way back into the fashion spotlight. Not sure I could pull it off quite as elegantly as this lady though. Maybe they are a little out of my league, but I will definitely keep my eye out at Salvy, where they are really down with the pleats.
So I was in the elevator this morning at work and there was a dude in there with four orange juices. He was with a co-worker and she asked what the deal was. I mean four is a lot. Maybe he was just really thirsty? Really hungover? Nope. Apparently the cafeteria only had O.J. blends — orange pineapple, orange strawberry banana, orange tangerine etc — but he really just wanted straight up orange. So because of the other fruits getting up in his juice, he had to buy four to get the equivalent amount of orange that he would have had in one. What the fuck?
I overslept (I’m tired!) and missed the Brian Reyes show this morning. Normally I would not care one bit but my boss, sitting by her lonely self, got to witness six models falling! You just can’t beat that — I know I sound like a terrible person — but you just can’t. Apparently all their six inch high (I can barely do more than four) Manolo Blahniks were too big for them and the girls fell right out of their shoes! And for the final walk they all just went barefoot, that’s cute. Damn tiredness, always salting my game.
Okay, tonight I am going to the Christian Siriano than I am done. I must celebrate and get drunk off champagne and dine on cucumber and celery slices. Don’t you wish you knew what I was wearing? I will tell you that tomorrow I am going to wear some jeans, some serious ones. I haven't worn a pair of jeans in over a week, bizarre.
So even though I still have two days of fashion week left and will still be searching my closet for the most fashionable and appropriately un-ripped and stain-free items (I have already had three buttons fall off this week — oh how I love vintage clothes) all the while throwing the rest of the items on my floor; I have decided that I would much rather look at photos of beautiful balloons (I feel a balloon obsession coming on) from Le Balloon Rouge than ones of myself in Bryant Park, and I believe you (my three readers) would too. So you have my word, THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER OUTFIT POSTING ON THIS BLOG AGAIN. I will still probably wear some cool ones occasionally (today’s is just absolutely fab), but I cannot give any more of my soul away...
I came so close to getting the day off from shows yesterday, and if so I would have been like this all day (and yes, those are Uggs.)
But no, I had to tread into the city (see how happy I look) to see the William Rast show. But it was all okay, it was actually not so bad once I got out of the house. And that Justin Timberlake is one good-looking man; so much so that it actually caught me a bit off-guard.
Spotted: this lonely boy at Grand Central Station. Seriously, just hours ago I snapped this photo. What do you think he was doing it for? Think he will be plastered all over the Internet tomorrow. Shit, am I just feeding into his Master plan?