So...I'm finally 24. Which is 58 in Gay years. I feel numb about being 24 but hopefully after a few hours, I will feel better about it. So I am not real keen on having parties...but I do like gifts. LOL!
Let's put it this way, I am in dire need of specs. I'm being real ya'll! And I have been craving for these glasses for a while and with your help, I can get them. And with your help, you can turn this fabuleux girl into a FABOOSH GIR. If 5 of my friends donated $20, you can help this poor little boy get his dream sunglasses. Yes, $100 is all I need to cop em. I am not asking for $20 really. Even $1 will help! I don't have a sugar daddy to depend on at the moment. But if ya'll help out, I can pretned you my sugar daddy and I'll blow you. Kidding...Kinda...Maybe...
I wish to give up inconsistency for Lent. Let's bring this back. My friend, Jaime, pretty much opened my eyes and told me that I got too big for this blog. Sadly, kinda true. This is my opportunity to share to the world what I can give! And by the looks of it...I can give...
Most of my readers know Anna Wintour. And most would have watched the Devil Wears Prada and how both women (Miranda Pirestly & Wintour) are the power of the magazine. The diety. But what about the rest of the people? The Nigels? Sally Singer works for Vogue and believe she is the text backbone of the magazine. She inspires, she provokes thought and she also pisses people off. This video contains Sally being interviewed in the Commonwealth Club and she breaks down everything that happens in Vogue. The interview is VERY inspirational. She has really broke it down to where anyone can understand how Vogue magazine works. There are so many good quotes I am definitely going to live by but one just stood out because I can definitely relate when I was beginning to learn about myself.
The video shows the first ten minutes but I suggest you click on the "WATCH FULL PROGRAM" button on the screen. You can skip and select scenes for those who have a time crunch! Trust me, it'll open your eyes and maybe even respect this buisness. "Fashion is about, fashion and personal style is not about excluding people, it's about taking people who feel like they're on the downside (sic) and giving them tools by which they can project another self.... freedom or just the ability to change.
You look at Marc Jacobs, you look at Alber Elbaz, you look at the top people working in the business... these are not people who grew up comfortable in themselves. These people who realized early on that if they dressed a certain way, they could project another image to the world. An image that might be true to them... it allowed them a fabulosity that the world was denying them. If you look great your whole life, wear whatever. Who cares, you know? Fashion is about allowing you to be someone that you think you can create. It's so many more tools. I never understood why people find it to be such an imposition in their lives. It should be a pleasurable thing to do."
Fashion gays are definitely the group of gays that are hard to understand and be comfortable with in love and relationships. Marc Jacobs and his hot piece Lorenzo gives me hope. So cute!
A fashion house should know they are great when an adrodgynous princess like me enjoys both womenswear and menswear! I still can't believe I have yet to invest one of Riccardo Tisci's Givenchy pieces. The menswear is AMAZING! The print is outlandish and at the same time wearable for any type of man. Mariacarla Boscono and Natalia Vodianova looks perfect with the men. I need to save up. Givenchy, you are my pick for Spring's inspiration!
So I took a power nap and woke up with a debate about a picture of me that a friend posted on Facebook. ENTICING! This pretty much sums up how people view me.
OHH HERE COMES MY SPEECH! EVA PERON, WHO?!
One last note: I know I can be gaudy but I never try to put myself in any danger where I can be emotionally and physically harmed. To me, the worse thing I can do to myself is to make my family worried about me when I go out. Even at work, I never walk alone...day or night. If it so happens that I do, I have my Swarovski Crystal Chanel-logo pepper spray with me in handy. Boo Yah.
During the Spring 2010 season, Loic Prigent, director of documentaries Marc Jacobs & Louis Vuitton, Signe Chanel, and The Day Before, and French TV personality Mademoiselle Agnes teamed up to film Habillees, chronicling the search for the next French design talent. The Sundance Channel uploaded the six Habillees webisodes this week, and the hour's worth of content features everyone from John Galliano taking his runway bow to Karl Lagerfeld waltzing to Nicholas Ghesquiere saying of his work: "Wearing Balenciaga is a choice. These clothes aren't easy to wear. They're not meant to be easy to wear."
When Pierre Berge, former partner of Yves Saint Laurent and president of ANDAM, which annually bestows 160,000 euros to designers under 40 seeking to expand their businesses in France — most recently awarded were Giles Deacon for 2009 and Gareth Pugh for 2008 — was asked by Mademoiselle Agnes who the next big French talent is, he replied: "No one."
But perhaps best of all are the scenes with Anna Wintour, who is shown exiting the Rochas show flanked by two bodyguards, one who brusquely nudges a woman out of the way. Just after, as Anna descends a set of stairs, the other bodyguard turns a flashlight on her feet so she can walk without fear of tripping in her heels. Later, Agnes catches up with Anna before the Balmain show to ask her how important she thinks it is to support young designers. Notice the subtle dig at Carine Roitfeld in Anna's response:
"I think it's totally important for all of us in the American fashion industry to support the young designers, and I think that's why New York's become such a vibrant fashion center, because people go there not only to see the Donna Karans of the world but a whole new generation. I'm just so sorry that there isn't something like that in Paris that's similar. I think that they should look for the younger generation here [in Paris] as well. Not only New York but London really supports their young talent; Franca Sozzani at Italian Vogue supports the young Italian designers, and I think when France is so known for its fashion industry — for them not to be reaching out to help younger people today is really a shame. [Agnes: "And there's space in your pages for them."] There's space in everybody's pages.
This pretty much sums up my life. It's an excerpt from the great classic movie, "The Devil Wears Prada":
Andrea: My personal life is falling apart.
Nigel: That's what happens when you start doing well at work. Let me know when your entire life goes up in smoke: then it's time for a promotion.
Problem is: both my personal and work life is falling apart. Does that mean I will find a $1million bill on the floor? Doubt it. It's all a connective thread. You're miserable at work, yo come home miserable. You don't feel like doing anything so you don't go out and socialize, so you eat. You eat and watch cheap novelas, you get fat. You get fat, you're out of the GAY SOCIAL LOOP! It's a trickle down effect. I'm afraid I'm a Chanel who evolved into a Bargain Bin Buyout!
I've heard it before: I'm non-confrontational and I run away from my problems. Not at all. The thing is, I don't feel the need to explain or use my energy on anger and frustrations. I would like to use that energy on something positive...like a dance floor. Or Sunday outdoor shopping!
One problem is that I always go back to bad addictions: food, bumming it, past relationships. And when those come back, I find my temporary happiness which fuels the bad part in my life. I have to say, in a whole, my personal life was a tragic roller coaster of events. Sadly, lot's of "shouldas". I mean, since I'm down and out right now, it can only get better right? I'm doing my best to patch it up: I got a new hair doo, I weeded out the "acquaintances" and kept my positive friends and friends who can make me laugh, and I started to eat less again! HURRAH! Okay about the weight, I understand...people say that I'm already skinny but today, a friend of mine put it in a way that I totally agree: "I know you're skinyn but I understand you need to be in a certain level of being skinny so I totally support you." It's true. I just need to tone up. NO MORE SUBWAY TUNA SUBS!
I suppose this venting is actually an affirmation that next year will be better.
This is the first Thanksgiving where I will lose weight rather than gain it. Yes, I'm sick with the flu. No, not the Swine. But that won't stop me from eating a little bit. What else would a bitch like me eat than some...
It's very upsetting to know a model (especially a model of color) has passed away before her prime. She was totally fierce. I hope Saint Gianni and Coco takes care of you in fashion heaven.
A few days ago, I told my friend that I will kneel, put on my Balmain and pray to fashion heaven and to the saints like Gianni and Poiret so he may be successful in his trip.
I believe heaven will be a place you want it to be. If that's the case, I will die in Dior Haute Couture (meaning I will have a long ass fashion life) and I will be welcomed into the gates, which will look like a VH1 Divas special. Riri, Gaga, Mimi and all the Divas will be there...yes including WhitWhit. And of course, Beyonce will sing Halo while she puts on my....you guessed it....halo. And Tyra comes out and puts my huge Victoria's Secret angel wings on and I strut my shit into the pearly gates, hanging out with Gianni, Yves, and Coco.
Anyways, a glimpse of a fashion angel can be seen in the Alexander McQueen F/W '07 show. I guess that's how I want to float into the sky. P.S. McQueen will never fail to make me cry and appreciate fashion not as materialistic but wearable art and self-expression.
This blog consist of semi-pessemistic, politically incorrect and fully fierce comments posted by one Fabuleux, Runway-stomping, Couture wearing Gaysian.
No, I'm not Bobby Trendy. He wishes.
Anyways this blog is used to talk about anything important in my life. I also post photos of fabuleux strangers in L.A. that posseses great style in a crappy-aesthetic city.
