First impressions come and go with everyone we meet, but some of those impressions last longer than others some may probably even be unforgetable. Yesterday three of the fashion industry’s most influential bloggers attended Fashion Camp NYC at LIM (@fashioncampNYC.) The bloggers consisted of Elysia Mann (@fashion_fille) the eighteen year old founder and blogger of FashionFille- I have to say I got the opportunity to personally meet this Penn State sophomore, and let me say she is the most down to earth girl you could ever meet. Also attending was the night life photography queen Katya Moorman (@katya_nyc) you will definitely fall in love with her trademark signature style who in my opinion reminds me of a wicked Aggy Deyn with a twist of a modern day Twiggy. Lastly who could forget ENVY’s very own Daniel Saynt (@fashionindie) who of course had one or two bitchismz up his sleeve here and there.The LIM Fashion Camp student’s were young, curious, and definitely glitter veined born. I saw a lot of ambition and amazing outfits. We all heard alot of inspirational words from these three innovators, I’m sure their impressions are going to be around for many years to come and here to last.

You can check out more details and videos of the fashionista bloggers:

http://www.fashioncampnyc.com/blog/

LINK LOVE:"Silent contributors mean nothing in this world." – words of wisdom by Daniel Saynt.

by Daniel Saynt The boys get dirty for fashion. Outfitted by Kim Johnsson in a mix of vintage and contemporary pieces from Pudel.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “When I Was Young” featuring Parker Hurley by Dima Hohlov

by Daniel Saynt The boys get dirty for fashion. Outfitted by Kim Johnsson in a mix of vintage and contemporary pieces from Pudel.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “When I Was Young” featuring Parker Hurley by Dima Hohlov

by Daniel Saynt The boys get dirty for fashion. Outfitted by Kim Johnsson in a mix of vintage and contemporary pieces from Pudel.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “When I Was Young” featuring Parker Hurley by Dima Hohlov

by Daniel Saynt The boys get dirty for fashion. Outfitted by Kim Johnsson in a mix of vintage and contemporary pieces from Pudel.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “When I Was Young” featuring Parker Hurley by Dima Hohlov

by Daniel Saynt The boys get dirty for fashion. Outfitted by Kim Johnsson in a mix of vintage and contemporary pieces from Pudel.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “When I Was Young” featuring Parker Hurley by Dima Hohlov

by Daniel Saynt The boys get dirty for fashion. Outfitted by Kim Johnsson in a mix of vintage and contemporary pieces from Pudel.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “When I Was Young” featuring Parker Hurley by Dima Hohlov

by Daniel Saynt The boys get dirty for fashion. Outfitted by Kim Johnsson in a mix of vintage and contemporary pieces from Pudel.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “When I Was Young” featuring Parker Hurley by Dima Hohlov

by Daniel Saynt Marlon Teixeira plays the urban marlboro man in this spread for issue one of Seventh Man. Lone Legend was photographed by Matteo Zini and styled by Julie Ragolia.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “Lone Legend” Marlon Teixeira for Seventh Man

by Daniel Saynt Marlon Teixeira plays the urban marlboro man in this spread for issue one of Seventh Man. Lone Legend was photographed by Matteo Zini and styled by Julie Ragolia.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “Lone Legend” Marlon Teixeira for Seventh Man

by Daniel Saynt Marlon Teixeira plays the urban marlboro man in this spread for issue one of Seventh Man. Lone Legend was photographed by Matteo Zini and styled by Julie Ragolia.

LINK LOVE:SPREAD: “Lone Legend” Marlon Teixeira for Seventh Man

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:Christian Aguilera in The Blondes

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:Eva Mendes in Stella McCartney

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:Amanda Seyfried in Stella McCartney

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:Jessica Alba In Louise Goldin

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:Christina Aguilera in Atelier Versace

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:Jessica Biel in Giambattista Valli

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:Lindsay Lohan in Pamella Roland

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:Whitney Port in Yigal Azrouël

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:Anna Kendrick in Zac Posen

by Daniel Saynt

LINK LOVE:ScarJo in Dolce & Gabbana

aleXsandro Palombo has managed to capture yours truly and a number of other fashion celebrities including Lorenzo Martone, Marc Jacobs, Amy Odell (New York Magazine Editor), Bee Shaffer and others taking to the toilet’s with their favorite magazines. Mine’s of course is Forbidden Dreams. Check out the rest of the toilet humor after the jump.

Last night, Kirby’s feeties were killing her, so I attempting giving her a piggyback ride. Then god shone upon us his most illustrious light and we were blessed with a baby stroller that smelled like it belonged to parents with a serious pot addiction. So, we stole it and had Kirby jump in. That’s right it’s Kirby… in a baby stroller.

Diesel, we’ve taken your advice to heart and are getting 100% stupid.

Daniel Saynt has given away his seats during fashion week to be auctioned off on CharityBuzz.com, donations will go directly to benefit Haiti. Designers include Marc Jacobs, Donna Karen, Adam Lippes, Nicole Miller and more…

Bid on tickets for:

Ports 1961

Nicole Miller

ADAM

DKNY

Marc by Marc Jacobs

Before I even get into this, I want to inform you that I am only posting this due to prior “conversations” with the illustrious Daniel Saynt and a certain feisty Saks accessories buyer friend. It was a few weeks ago in LA when Mr. Saynt hastily brought up the idea of watches being a failing technology over a (disproportionately) shared bottle of vodka. As lines where drawn in the virus infested hotel carpet, Daniel took the side of watches turning into wrist equipped smart watches (ie image above) and our Mighty Mouse-esque Saks companion, Daniel’s loving wife Rebecca, and myself defended our classic “tick and tock” type watches.

While Daniel may be right that the watch is evolving, I stand my ground with my opinions. This watch is rediculous and doesn’t look very cool either. So shall we hold a vote? This Blackberry watch or a Cartier? You tell me, I’m with the old school!

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Last night I dreamed about an orgy party featuring The Satorialist. It was weird.

I swear to Google, I’m a total workaholic. I hit the midnight superhighway with various tasks to better Fashion Indie and bring you, our faithful readers, a little more of the best content we can find. Lately though, my work has been breaching my waking hours and invading my dreams.

Case in point, the Satorialist orgy party that I dreamed about last night. Here’s how it went down…

For some reason, it was 1971. I think that’s because that number has been in my head since seeing the new collection of Reiss denim which surprisingly is called, 1971. We were at someones house, I’m thinking it was the home Maryanne lived in when Tara first met her, some crazy mansion that was featured in True Blood that sort of looks like a Southern Plantation Era mansion ala Gone With The Wind. Anyways, there’s a party and The Satorialist dude, Scott Schuman is there, except he isn’t taking pictures of peoples style, he’s taking pictures of them nude, oh wait, did I mention that everyone was naked, cause they were. (I definitely watch too much True Blood).

Anyways, Scott was running around the party in a pair of Calvin Klein tighties, telling everyone he’s the next Terry Richardson and trying to convince people he’s good he is in bed. It would be creepy that this is what I dream about, except he has been saying exactly that in interviews lately, so I’m not just making this shit up, he really believes he’s good in bed (until I hear reports from Garance though, this is still a fact to be checked. That’s just good journalism folks.).

While this scene is unfolding I find myself in a bubbling hot tub with Becks, talking about the difference between Butterscotch, Carmel and Dolce de Leche (yes, I’m a total foodict in my dreams as well). Becks thinks they are all the same, I know they are completely different. We continue on our battle as Scott makes his way over. We fail to notice his approach cause he’s barely breaking 2 feet!!! (I know that’s not his real height, he’s got to at least be a few inches taller.) He then starts kicking water in our faces to get our attention.

When I finally carry my glaze over to him his head is doing that crazy thing Saddam Hussein’s head does in South Park. Actually, he kind of sounds like Saddam in South Park as well, high-pitched and screaming. He asks to take our picture. I don’t take pictures so I kindly refuse. He then asks again. I once again refuse.

He then starts snapping away. I become annoyed, not because this is bothering me, but because Becks still isn’t convinced that carmel is very different from butterscotch. I step out of the pool and realize that I’m not nude at all, but instead I’m wearing a Superman costume (which even in my dreams is not so flattering) and I have a camera around my neck. I counteract Scott’s attacks by snapping photos of him, each shot makes him taller, while each one he takes of me makes me shorter. After a few shots, he’s about 100 feet and I’m the size of a garden gnome, still shooting, still shrinking. The Satorialist takes one last shot and I’m the size of an ant. Scott then takes a step forward and his gimorngous foot comes down at me. I SCREAM and wake up, in a chilled sweat, freaking the flip out.

Don’t know what any of this means, but I’m definitely gonna spend less time scouting style blogs and more time talking to my therapist (his name is Jack Daniels and he often consults with his colleague Mike who makes a mean Lemonade). Any thoughts?!?

The folks at Lookbooks.com just interviewed me about the joys of Fashion Indie. Read it.

the news of my death has been greatly exaggerated.

i will not be leaving fashionindie media anytime soon and my last post regarding my potential exit was mearly the ramblings of an exasperated blogger sharing his frustration. i have no intention of shipping out anytime soon, our investors (we actually don’t have any, yet. self funded, holla!!!) aren’t trying to kick me out, and no i’m not taking off to elle (although we are working on a bit of a partnership with a large fashion publication).

basically, i’m here to stay so all you haters out there, quit clinking your glasses, the bitch is back and you’re all on watch.

i guess i’ve just been a little discouraged lately. there were ownership disputes with my business partner that was holding us back a bit (finally resolved, everyones happy, good day in indie world. we recently lost one of our better sales people/client representatives. and we’ve been doing a lot of soul searching/hunkering down to get this little beast we created to the level we imagine it could be at.

so i guess i was just distraught and was finally considering an exit strategy. promise it will be the last time i do that. so enough therapy, here’s what i really wanted to share with you. as i type we’re hard at work on a new project which will let a number of our readers share in the support of fashionindie thru microfinancing or social funding. it’s all very exciting and very cool so i’ll keep you posted. either way, just remember that i will always and forever heart fashion indie, and you should too.

Um, so, I decided to design a Michael Jackson tribute tee. Let the hate mail commence…

Uberly excited that I’m meeting with Abbey Doneger of The Doneger Group today. The group has defined trends for years and we’re really hoping to figure out a way to be the next “trend” they introduce to the fashion world.

Wish me luck indies.