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Im in love
With this songSo just hush baby shut up
Heard enough
Is it just me, or are Ke$ha and Lady Gaga actually going down the same exact path of building a successful career based on confusing lyrics? Dress Ke$ha up in designer apparel by Alexander Wang paired with some epic, Vogue inspired Reeboks and you have yourself another fashion icon. Sometimes I wonder what their personal style was pre-celebrity status. Although, it would shatter my world knowing Charlotte Russe was in Gaga's wardrobe.
Fish nets. You know, the hooker black grids that you drape across your legs for style, since we all know those things don't keep you warm. They serve no purpose besides turning you from classy to trashy (or trashy to complete nast). I don't care what fad you're chasing, they are never stylish. Might as well wear them with a denim skirt from A&F and call it a day. But the new trend of lacy tights = acceptable. Giddy up.
Favorite part of my weekend:
(sitting in the Coterie booth in NYC)
(old man stops and stares at collection)
"So which one of you is this Betsey Johnson?"
"None of us! Here's a picture."
(show cover of line sheets with image of designer)
"Oh that's not Betsey, that's Gaga!"
(casually walks away with his cane)
Not only does randomness make my life, but a comic relief in the midst of a twelve hour day.
Betsey Johnson. I'm absolutely biased due to the year-long internship I had with her company and didn't think twice about it being unpaid. To be quite honest, I thought nothing could top her Betsey Crocker's Kitchen, but her recent Wild Wild West runway show has me second guessing. From the red booties to a skinny throne of hay, yeeee haw!
One wish. I want to be ridiculously cool and fabulous at almost 70 years of age. Betsey not only makes that seem so simple, but she'll make you feel naked without wearing red lipstick morning, noon, and night.
The Pipettes. The British pop girl group who's music reminds me of none other than Betsey Johnson. Check out "Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me" and today's blog post title. Not only will you feel as if you're in a time warp, but you'll wish I started blogging earlier in life. There's not a doubt in my mind they support Betsey by shopping pink.
Let's take a hot moment to speak of something random:Can someone please explain why watching Tyra Banks pick out the next top model is almost as addicting as a freshly open jar of nutella? I'll be the voice of everyone: we can't stand her, yet we fuel her guilty pleasure and promote the existence of her egotistical shows. Tough love.
Lady Gaga. She might not appear to be the role model you wish upon anyone, but she's become successful due to a distinguishable personality and ridiculous sense of style. As one of today's greatest pop music icons, Lady G paraded to the top and not once looked back.
Learn. She poked her face, just danced in the dark, became a monster: all for the fame. Anyone could have done it. I don't just idolize her dream, but her intense desire that got her there.
First post. Why the title? It seems as if I didn't get the Tiffany's jewels or surprise bouquet of a hundred red roses I was dying for from Mr. Perfect just two days ago, but false. I'm letting go of college. Who am I kidding? I was mentally checked-out about 4 months ago.
My blog will just be my reflections on how to make sense of the fashion and music scene around us. I speak the truth and tend not to sugar coat anything but my Starbucks soy lattes. As a soon-to-be college graduate, I will be launched into the New York scene with all the big lights, extreme level of entertainment, temptations of couture shopping, and beggers draped on the street corners.
I'm ready.
