Dear Richie,

Please STOP! Just STOP! You have no talent, your look is soo dated, and your overall attempt at a fashion show was the worst thing I’ve seen since Perez Hilton tried to design wearable garments. Your front row was a joke, making people wait an hour for you to arrive is just plain rude, and then to showcase what you call ‘clothes’ on those you consider ‘models’ on what you consider a ‘runway’ was more painful then it was fun to watch. Not only did I feel dirty and had to go home right away to change my contact lenses, I also got a weave thrown at me by one of your male models, the fear of getting lice made me scream! Eww!

Using Pamela Anderson as a way to get people to attend your ‘event’ is a cheap trick, since she is just as much a has been as you! Her strut down the runway made me want to puke, then I realized you were right behind her on rollerskates which gave way for more uncontrollable bodily functions as I puked a bit in my mouth. You are NOT a designer, or a celebrity at that, you are NOT important, and if you fell off the face of the planet today (as you should do from embarrassment of what you presented to the public last night) you will NOT be missed! And if you choose to continue doing what it is that you do, please take us of your list, as we never want to even hear about your events in the future.

As Daniel Tweeted last night: ‘The real reason McQueen committed suicide, for fear of accidentally catching a glimpse of this show.’

Regretsy is the newest member of the bash-things family..This user board prides itself in making fun of things they think are hideous on Etsy, and getting away with it by refusing to link to the original source…not like it’s hard to find custom Twilight painted converse…Google?

What do you guys think, is this funny, or just plain mean?

LINK LOVE: Jezebel

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We all survived the mini backpacks and see-through bags; but if 2009 means purses with built-in TVs, I’d sooner buy a time machine.

Available in a variety of colors and materials, the $400 BagTV has a 7-inch TV screen, DVD and MPEG player with USB connectivity and 2.5-hour battery life

My immediate thought was concern that people would get mugged for these. But I’m pretty sure even the hardest criminal would be ashamed to even touch this.

Even I am limited in my ability to capture perfection with words. So here are the best quotes from the BagTV website, which hyphenates “hand-bag:”

• “…enables the owner to literally watch Films/Videos…” (literally!!)
• “Use at night in bars, and clubs to show off your latest photos, or favourite videos.” (You’re going home alone tonight from said bar or club)
• “…doubles as a really useful bit of kit for the ladies to rival their boys toys!” (…bit of kit?)

From Style Frizz

Working to blend both comfort and cutting-edge designs, Josh Goot isn’t stopping for anything as he quickly climbs the ranks to the top. It’s clear through the wide range of the label’s designs that these are creations, which will appeal to a wide range of people. The summer and spring collections take a walk on the fun and flirty side with loosely-fitted dresses and bright colors. On the other hand, the fall and winter collections speak to the fierce and independent woman. Using bold colors such as blacks, it’s clear that your dealing with a confident and stylish consumer.  The great thing about Josh Goot designs are that they push the limits without breaking the wearable boundary. These aren’t designs that sit by themselves while people stare in awe, they’re worn on the streets while people do so. This is clearly a label capable of making outfits for a variety of occasions and people, so no matter where you’re going or what you’re doing, go get one!

Naturally distressed Converse sneakers are almost as sentimental as great grandma’s baked macaroni recipe passed down through several generations. The thing I love about seeing someone sporting a nice beat up pair of these kicks are the stories behind them…the tragic bleach spill at the laundromat, the pit bull who mistook the chucks for a steak, the mud pit at Lollapalooza. The stories are endlessly entertaining. So, why one earth would you buy Chucks that already have tears, stains and battered laces? Not only are you sacrificing the story behind the timeless sneaker, you resemble the loser who actually coughed up money for torn Abercrombie jeans! I despise this instant gratification era we live in and Converse is just feeding the flame by pre-beating their shoes. Really people, have some patience, take your time with a natural distressing process…Chucks aren’t going out of style anytime soon.

Thanks Arquivo Urbano!

People may poke fun at her style, saying she looks like an anorexic crack-head, but I love it. For some odd reason, the girl always looks disheveled, thrown together and homeless, but stunning, fashionable and worthy of Fashion Indie’s praise. I would like to consider Mary Kate the pioneer of the bohemian, mod-vintage look, a look that seems easy to pull off, but takes mastery that only this Olsen has. There is no denying that Mary Kate looks good in whatever she wears, with or without styled hair, rips or no rips, baggy or tight fitting. If only Mary Kate still attended NYU…I could hunt her down, grovel at her feet and ask her to teach me her ways. 

Correct me if I am wrong, but there is something terribly disturbing about celebrities who correct their unsuccessful past relationships by robbing the cradle. Madonna, like many others, has had her fair share of spotlight boyfriends and breakups, but I certainly hoped she wouldn’t fall into the Demi Moore trap of dating boys who should be doing keg stands at their respective college’s frat house. Apparently the celebrity world is a world where age is not an issue. Madonna is 50 and her new Brazilian model man candy Jesus Luz is 20. Easy math here. She was married to Sean Penn with a successful career when this kid was running around in diapers!

By all means, Madonna, he is quite the looker…if you can still attract sexy, foreign models even with your age, track record, wrinkles and menopausal symptoms riding on your back, all the power to you! However, if this is a mid-life crisis relationship for the tabloids, I would crucify what you have going with Jesus before the holy trinity spites your ass! 

Thanks NY Mag!

I think Christina Aguilera is going through a mid-career identity crisis. She started us off with a young, cherub-like genie-in-a-bottle before moving to the oh-so-fabulous pin-up stage where she stayed for some time. Then she gave birth and started to swing the drag queen look which didn’t sit so well in my stomach. Now, Aguilera apparently watched too much Gossip Girl. Does anyone else see the resemblance to Jenny Humphrey here? It’s the lumberjack-after-a-MGMT-rave-party Jenny Humphrey kind of look that I hope doesn’t stick around for too long. I guess if the singing career doesn’t pan out, you can always be an Urban Outfitters window model Christina.

Thanks Just Jared!

Is this really Donatella Versace?

Donatella’s battled her demons in the past and even spent some time in rehab for alcohol and cocaine addictions. It looks like she’s transferred those addictions, taking some unhealthy cues from daughter Allegra, or stayingout in the sun too long, or overbleaching her hair …. or all of the above.

Maybe St. Bart’s is just full of bad lighting.

Photo from The Daily Mail.

Nike has asked Nancy Wu to design a remix project for the brand. I have to say, the results disappoint me. Her illustrations and such are so adorable, but I can’t figure out how she came up with these. Gladiator sneakers… really? I don’t see how these serve a purpose, whether fashion or function wise. It looks like the pair of Goodwill sneakers I tried to make cutouts in a few years ago. FAIL.

Thanks Highsnobette!

I didn’t get the memo that dressing like robots was the new thing. Regardless, I’m not sure I’d want to jump on board. Jennifer Connelly is looking more awkward than usual in this Givenchy number. The dress doesn’t hug any parts of her body but rather hangs loosely as if draped on cold, hard steel. The cutouts hit all the wrong places, which gives the impression she is playing dress-up in mommy’s ill-fitting clothes. 

Thanks Fabulousness! 

The Golden Globe Awards, aka my favorite time to barf on everyone’s fashion parade. Jenna Dewan did an exceptionally nice job of giving me material to bash. Not only is the Herve Leger bandage dress so over-worn it makes me want to pull my own teeth, but it was not designed for chickens. I could snap poor Dewan in half over my knee. She needs to come over to my house and eat a nice Greek meal so she can fill out that dress like a woman instead of a 1st grader who was injured during a gym class dodgeball tournament. And the color? Bitch please. This is the perfect look for a burnt-out South Beach cougar.

Thanks Fabulousness! 

Rihanna, I love you, but your fashion sense as of late has been getting on my last nerve. Out of all the tops in all the world, you choose this ruffled, midriff-baring, tranny-mess of a number. And in Paris? Big mistake woman. What happened to your avant-garde, unique and fun style? Now you look like an extra from Clueless. I stopped dressing like Cher and Dion over a decade ago; now it’s your turn to follow suit. 

Thanks to Just Jared for the photos.

No this is not a joke, Burger King has released a body spray called Flame. Judging by the picture, I would have to guess that the scent is somewhere between a dumpster full of male stripper dicks and bacon grease. However, Burger describes more of “the scent of seduction” and “a hint of flame broiled-meat”. This is just a ploy to get people to eat more Burger King. If I smelled like Burger King all the time I would probably puke all over myself, I eat one fry from there and I feel dirty. Maybe if fat people sprayed this on their veggies they would lose weight! No? Just a thought. Well I’m going to spray myself down in cologne just to insure I don’t smell like this…ever! If for some stupid reason you would like to buy some of this death juice, check out the website, or head over to Ricky’s.

It’s Monday, and you know what that means, another week of the best bashes we can dream up. Monday usually seems to be the best day to get this stuff off my chest, especially after a weekend spent in the presence of trashy club people and dive bar wonders.

I spent most of this weekend finishing up Christmas shopping and dodging the tourists who are headed to town for the holidays. While on my 5 hour voyage all over Manhattan, I couldn’t help but notice more and more people over the age of 12 who were still rocking the Jansport backpack. I’m pretty sure it was a staple that as soon as you were out of junior high you had to ditch the Jansport. For all you steady Jansport users out there, how does it feel that the 35 year old video game designer, who still lives in his mom’s basement, with the ponytail knows better than to wear one of those? Oh and for all you anti-conformist douche bags out there who don’t want to get a messenger bag, there are plenty of other options that will suffice more than a Jansport bag. If this hasn’t been reason enough to get a new bag, maybe the high five you share with the kid in the picture above, after he sets the new high score on Pac-Man at the arcade will.

Le Trung’s social skills clearly suck it hard. So hard that he built himself a woman named, Aiko. I guess he got tired of getting those rejection letters from EHarmony. Robo-Hoe can clean the house, speak 13,000 sentences in English & Japanese and fend off your sexual advances………wait a minute, that sounds like a real woman to me! Her most impressive sentence is ‘I don’t like it when you touch my breasts’. I’ll be damned if an appliance tells me that I can’t have a little taste of the goods. That’s like my fridge telling me I can’t dry hump it on those drunk nights when I come home to a lonely apartment and need a little lovin’.

The most offensive thing is that he payed all this money and she looks like cheap trailer trash with paint by number pancake make-up from the “Cover-All” Ike Turner domestic abuse glamour kit. If I pay $20,000 for a woman she had better not only let me touch the breasts but also be the lay of my life. I better not be able to walk or form intelligent sentences for a week. Do you understand what that can buy? A new collection of Raf Simons footwear and a fatnin’ double meat double cheese to eat in front of the starving waifs down at Wilhelmina.

All I’m saying is, if you want to be rejected by a woman there’s no need to pay 20 large for that. That money could have been put to good use on cheap, eager hookers or paper for the girls down at Wilhelmina to eat or more warm vomit like sludge and sewer water beverage urine for the Kathie Lee sweat shop orphans down at the docks. Such a senseless waste.

- Z’maji of HauteBlogXOXO

There is something about fur on guys that never really looks right, and I think that unless it’s a rare occasion men in general shouldn’t be wearing fur. So when it comes to fur rimmed hoods I am beginning to form a deep hatred for the fashion statement. First and foremost the fur doesn’t even keep you warm, and to top it off 99% of the jackets with a fur rimmed hood aren’t even real fur. I think that the only appropriate time to wear a jacket like this is if you are performing in some sort of dog sled race or if you’re skiing, other than that there is no need for fur. I don’t think I need to continue my rant, but this is a trend that needs to just die.

When I saw Whitney Port’s Spring 2009 collection, I couldn’t help but laugh. Then, I got this funny feeling in my stomach and proceeded to vomit all over my keyboard. I initially thought that it couldn’t get much worse than the hideous jersey cocktail dresses of Lauren Conrad, but oh, I was so wrong. There is something very disheartening about tie-dyed cotton dresses and booty shorts alongside zip-up purple tanks and off the shoulder bohemian dresses. I remember seeing sorry excuses for fashion, almost identical to Port’s collection, at the Limited Too when I was six. 

The hysterical laughing, followed my vomiting, continued when I realized that one of Port’s dresses goes for $345. Yes, it’s the name you are paying for, but if you tell someone who has never seen The Hills, they will undoubtedly say, “Whitney who?” Why on earth would you pay for the awful design of a fashion senseless diva who probably made her claim to “fame” because daddy pulled a few strings. 

Forget presents this Christmas, all I want is for pathetic designers like Whitney Port to realize that they have no talent. 

Thanks Fabsugar! 

1.) The Ear Muff: There is no easier way to look like a Wall Street douche bag than ear muffs, especially the behind the head ones. Ear muffs are like the shitty stocking stuffer gift that your crazy Aunt Myrtle buys you for Christmas. The main selling point for these stupid things is that you can wear them with out messing up your hair. If you are that conscious about how you look you should know better than to wear something so stupid. 

Alternatives: Buy a nice knit hat that will keep your ears warm in the frigid weather. I recommend the Marc Jacobs one that is currently on my head. It’s $45 and it’s cashmere, it’s heaven.

2.) Cargo Pants: As Jonah Hill said in Superbad, “No one’s gotten a hand-job in cargo pants since Nam.” Enough said.

Alternatives: Anything with two leg holes and a reasonable number of pockets (5 or less).

3.) Face Mask: I really am blown away at how many people I see wearing these on a daily basis. There are so many different options that can make you look like you aren’t going to rob the Duane Reade on the corner. I can understand if your ugly, or you have a bit of clap residue on your lip from the stripper the night before, but come on Hannibal Lecter ditch the mask.

Alternatives: The easiest way to combat this stupidity is just pull your scarf up over your face. Grab a cool scarf from any retailer for like $20 and your all set. 

4.) The Bubble Jacket: In a society where being “fat” isn’t looked upon with too generous of an eye, why would you want a jacket that makes you look that much bigger? It never really gets that cold in the city where you would need a goose down jacket to brave the elements. If you are going to shoot a documentary on penguins in Alaska I’m all for it, but if you are walking five blocks to work there are other options that won’t have you looking like someone from a rap music video.

Alternatives: Any normal coat. For extra warmth try a thicker wool coat, possibly with a fur (or faux fur) lining. A bit of layering never hurt anyone either!

5.) The Leather Trench Coat: Hey Morpheus the leather trench coat is no longer acceptable in the Matrix either. I was blown away when I saw someone wearing one of these on the subway this morning. Ever wonder what happens to those cows that are slaughtered for McDonald’s burger? They just hose it off, cut arm holes in it and tie the tail around the waist, resulting in a beautiful leather trench coat. So if you continue to wear this coat I’m going to ask that you sit your robot ass in the corner next to the dude from Grandma’s Boy.

Alternatives: A normal length leather jacket, or a normal trench that isn’t leather. I’m a personal fan of the Surface to Air x Justice jackets.

Is this Lauren Conrad or Carmen Electra? Guess we’ll never know, due to the high amounts of photoshop.

Oh a side note, I want that playboy bunny garment (if you can call it that). I think it would go nicely with my Hugh Heffer blow up doll.

Thanks Scandalist for the pic

I actually have no issue with Beth Ditto’s weight, although I have a ‘huge’ issue with the ideas of matching your hair color with your shoe choice…

What do an ex daytime television diva and a woman that used to make expensive dirtiez to Donald Trumps crotch have in common? Both of them enjoy the fuzzy dead carcasses of woodland creatures. I personally think Ivana’s coat is made out of excess comb over sheddings from The Donald. She’s a very resourceful woman. I don’t know where Star got hers from but I’m sure she strangled and skinned the poor little defenseless rats all on her own-some cuz she’s a strong black woman. Don’t mess with Star-uh cuz you’se hoes might be next!

Don’t get me wrong, I hate PETA too…….I want them dead, I paid the people to destroy them but they haven’t finished the job, darn indecisive mormon terrorists! Heavy full on fur coats, however, ain’t cute so the 80′s IS pressing charges cuz they want their merchandise back. Fur is after all murder – FABULOUS MURDER *evil*! I know I personally want a fur coat made out of Brandy and Beyonce lace front wig weavins………….that’s only if anyone was wondering what to get me for ChrismaKwanzNukkah!

-Z’maji of HauteBlogXOXO

SoHo House New York

SoHo House New York is a private club and 24 bedroom hotel in Manhattan’s Meatpacking District. With odd luxurious style, a screening room, library, private dining room, restaurant and bar, steam rooms and rooftop pool, what else could you possibly want after a long day at the tents? Visit SoHo House New York here!

Ace Hotel

Street style in the comfort of a hotel room! Basically, the rooms look like the coolest apartment you will ever set foot in! Although Ace Hotel New York doesn’t open until January 2009, this is definitely a place to check out…or check into! Once again, an excellent in North Chelsea on Broadway between 28th and 29th. Check out Ace Hotel New York here!

Gild Hall

After sitting front row at Marc Jacobs and Zac Posen, kick back cash money style in the financial district at Gild Hall. With an interior designer by Jim Walrod, a design guru and past assistant art director for the Italian fashion house Fiorucci, there is no doubt that you’ll be staying at style at this Gold Street haven! Check out Gild Hall here!

6 Columbus

It may be located in the bopping Columbus Circle, but 6 Columbus is quite an urban retreat. Urban flare, recent renovation, decent rates and all room inclusive ‘shag-bag’ (yea, you know what’s inside!). Great area for night life and a nice quiet sanctuary for night time! Check out 6 Columbus here!

60 Thompson

Get away from the hustle and bustle of midtown and enjoy a sophisticated luxury sanctuary at 60 Thompson in the heart of SoHo. A gorgeous rooftop bar and lounge as well as exceptional service put the cherry atop this already delectable hotel. Check out 60 Thompson here!

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Remember back in the day when carrying a purse that looked like your dog Fifi was all the rage? Those days are dead. I saw a woman uptown last week carrying a bag that looked like a Scottish Terrier and I almost vomited. Well, let’s just say I shook my head in disgust Peter Jensen Horse Purse on Daniel Jenkins’ site. Yeah, it’s cute…for a six year old girl carrying her library books. Honestly, if I ever saw anyone over the age of, let’s say 14, sporting one of these horse purses, I’d think it was a joke. Over the age of 20, then they’re just plain special (and not in a gifted child prodigy kind of way…). Really people, this is almost as bad as those anime kids who insist on wearing cat ears 24/7. 

Thanks Bored and Beautiful! 

Seriously, the person who thought this was a good idea should be shot. Or at least impaled on that massive stinger of hers.  I hope scientists are ready to examine and continue breeding her brood of super bee humans, we really need to win this war of terror and I think she’s our only shot.

But compared to the full back sun tattoo (pictured above), I would rather have Playboy bunnies all over my face. Basically, this sun tattoo is accomplished by wearing a robe with cutout designs all over it. Tan for a few days and voila, you are now that idiot with the garden scene on your back. Hey, good news is if you get skin cancer, at least it will be in the shape of a flower!

Thanks Jezebel!

Every time I convince myself that I’m AM NOT going to talk about people no more, someone shows up and makes diarrhea all over my resolution. Dear, dear, sweet and virginal Pam Anderson showed up at Art Basel lookin a warm, moist, diseased mess. I’m so disappointed that this woman had reproduced……….I mean actual spawn from her vagina cavelet. I know I want to look in the tabloids and see my mothers cellulitus and pregnancy stretch marks. There’s a porno slut somewhere in a dumpster getting the business to the face saying, “Oh my God, Pam Anderson is so trashy! She has no shame.”

Y’know I never really cared when old dudes would get all sentimental about how hot Farrah Fawcett USED 2 WUZ, but now that Pam M’Lamb has gone from Baywatch scene stealer to resembling pulverized hooker puss, I can hear depression trying to break in my front door with a pair of scissors and a bottle of Oxycontin. Now I’m considering turning to hard drinking……………maybe motor oil or bleach.

- Z’maji of HauteBlogXOXO

Oooo Beyonce, you so dif’rent and stuffz! Here’s Beyonkey Donkey(I mean that with the utmost obsessive desire) gracing the cover of Elle in what has to be the most gangsta promotions blitz since Comb-Over Trump bulldogged his way onto every morning show to rip Rosie O’Donnell a gaping new birthin’ shoot. I wonder if Grace Jones knows that Beyonce challenging her swag? Clearly this new dark chapter in B-style is leading up to the looks that Thierry Mugler will be designing for her tour. Now THAT, Indies, makes me so happy, I’m having a happy ending right now………………..and you’ve all be a part of it…………Now Put A Ring On It!

I’m personally enjoying her departure from her signature, wholesome, southern pageant girl sparkles………………….of course I’d suck her putrid toes after she’d finished the New York marathon in air tight shoes and no socks on………..don’t judge me!
Yawl know Beyonce gets me to sweatin’ like some Las Vegas hos at a Baptist Virginity Declaration ceremony.

- Z’maji of HauteBlogXOXO

Magazine Scans courtesy of beyonceworld.net

Well I feel pretty butch right now. When a male child not even in the double digits is prettier than me, I just don’t know what to do with myself.

Nine-year-old Presley, son of Cindy Crawford, has his mom’s trademark mole, as well as an impeccable complexion, flowing golden locks, and perfectly shaped facial features.

Disregard the hairnet, though; this photo was snapped last week while the family was helping out at a Thanksgiving meal charity event for the LA Mission.

I’m going to go stare at myself in the mirror now.

Photos from The Daily Mail.

You know what really upsets me? People who take an awesome new trend and shit all over it. I was wearing headbands before the hippie wannabes came along, and now everyone in Ugg boots and their grandmothers have them. Remember owl necklaces? I got the coolest one at an old lady thrift store four years ago and wore it all the time. That is until they were mass produced, and I wished for a real one to eat my eyeballs.

…And now they are crapping all over hair pieces. What the hell were these ladies thinking with the hats? I feel the need to grab my knickers from the back of my closet, hire some backup dancers and perform “Yankee Doodle Dandy” in historic colonial Williamsburg, VA. Don’t get me wrong, I love hats. And I love feathers on hats. But turning a cute trend into a “Pirates of the Caribbean” remix is uncalled for.

Thanks Fabulousness

This seems like a bad idea, not to mention it will take you twice as long to get anywhere you’re trying to go. Kleen Stride are attachments for your shoes that help you clean while you walk. Why in the hell would you ever need this? It’s way easier to just not be lazy and get a shovel or broom out and take care of the situation. On top of all of that, you can’t actually wear these in public without someone possibly punching you in the face for being stupid, even if you are as old as the geriatric man on the box who was probably taken from him nursing home and tricked into being on the box. The poor guy probably has no idea those are on his feet.

Thanks LikeCool.

………..THEN BRING ME A DIDDY HEAD IN A KFC BOX. Not only is Diddly Bop raping us raw with new “product” with I Am King the fragrance, now we Bond movie aficionados have to prepare plans of retaliation at the thought of Diddy conning his way into being the next Bond. When I first viewed this abomination, I could have flown away to fashion purgatory with the KIDZ where Drags in polyester make everyone watch reworkings of Heatherette shows and sip tepid Appletinis before a sing-along of I’m Half The Man I Used To Be. No, wait, after I watched this video I wanted to do m’self a favor, snatch out my eyes and eat them on a soda cracker with Beluga so I wouldn’t have to see his face again. Wait, wait, I got more. After I watched this I wanted to send Diddy a ticking, smoking package that read “URGENT, OPEN IMMEDIATELY”…………I might have gone to far now!

I love to attention whore m’self to the masses just like any other manly diva, but at least I have the dignity to whore m’self for free………y’know like classy people……..like a lady! Have you ever wanted to kick yourself in the naughty bitz until you bled into your internal organs and went into septic shock and ended yourself? Well if not don’t watch this because the temptation is real.

-Z’maji of HauteBlogXOXO

Jade Jagger, Alice Dellal and Pixie Geldof showed at the 2008 British Fashion Awards looking like a trio of hot messes. I’m not exactly sure if Jagger is wearing an ill-fitting dress or an oversized silk coat. And the fake pearls aren’t working for me…it looks like a blind man threw them at you. I don’t exactly mind Alice Dellal’s outfit as much as I mind her half-shaved, half-hair-do. Pixie Geldof has resurrected the trashy clear-toed hooker heels and looks like she’s packing a lil’ sumthin-sumthin extra in her leggings. And is she wearing a metal top or a chain-link fence? Next time you attend a Fashion Award ceremony, you might want to try looking fashionable…

Thanks Fabulousness!

Step number one in raising a mature and sophisticated daughter is to disallow her from idolizing the ex-rock musician Courtney Love. If you couldn’t already tell by looking at the images above, Courtney Love basically defines “bad role model.” Not only will she teach your precious little Susie that it’s okay to take her top off on national television, dye her hair disgusting vomit-esque colors, appear drunk and unstable at the VMAs and have sexual relations with herpes infected men, she will also make Susie think anorexia is the cool thing to do with her upcoming shot in Elle UK January 2009. Oh, and to put the cherry on top of her little drugged up life, it seems as if Courtney Love prides herself on “[setting] the stage for Britney Spears.” Is that really what you want people to think…that you inspired Britney Spears to shave her head, load on the weight and completely fail as a responsible mother? As Love says in the next issue of Elle UK:

“I had a long, hard fall. I set the stage for Britney to crash and burn. I went through it all first.”

That’s basically like saying Love made “the shit show” look cool. Negative. Love made the shit show even shittier. 

Thanks Popcrunch!

The photo pictured above actually stirred up quite a bit of controversy, critics crying that the shot in the editorial wasn’t “original.” The original image was actually, shot by Philippe Halsman, a 20th century photographer and Salvador Dali inspired surrealist. Well original idea or not, I love this fashion inspired interpretation! Isn’t this what re-creation is all about? 

Thanks Wicked Halo!

I’m a die hard casual smoker. I picked up the habit in high school, chain smoked through college, gave it by the time I hit the real world, picked it back up, casually, when I hit 21 and started drinking (yeah, I graduated with a bachelors at 19).  Anywho, it’s one of my favorite vices and for good reason. It looks so fucking cool.

I hate to admit that I’ve been affected by the Joe Camel’s and Marlboro Men of the world and in all honesty I haven’t. I could care less about what a cartoon humper and an aging cowboy have to say (Ralph Lauren is excluded from this thought of course, his word is gospel). But I can’t deny that hot models wagging around cigarettes hasn’t made me miss the habit. 

As an adult I can comprehend what the imagery signifies. It’s sex in the form of puffs of smoke. Death and destruction at it’s most enticing. It makes the model seem dangerous, against the trend, saying who gives a fuck and then blowing white plumes of billowy menthol flavored clouds into your face. It’s erotic, sensual, and makes me want to head out and pick up a pack if only to be ready for when one of these lovely ladies arrive and ask me for a light. 

Yeah, it’s stupid, but I’m affected by the marketing bug.

 

Find more photos like this on Fashion Indie
 

Some argue that smoking needs to removed from spreads, that little girls read Elle and other fashion mags and can be affected by the images they see.  Personally, I feel emaciated models and unrealistic images of photoshopped beauty are more devastating to little girls than lighting up a smoke from time to time, but that’s just me.

I’d love to here your opinions on smoking. Is it worth all the fuss…

Thanks to Planet Chen for all the photos.

An oldie but a goodie, with 31 bashful comments. Check out the post here.

Thanks Spinach Stuff and Popgloss!

When I first heard that Rag & Bone was doing a spring footwear line, I was pretty excited. Honestly, what isn’t to love about tailored loafers, slipper-esque oxfords, and brogue-detailed ballerina flats, especially with spring trends heading back in time towards vintage basics? Well, the recently released peek at the slipper oxfords as well as the announcement of the price range completely eliminated my excitement. Sure, the designers Marcus Wainwright and David Neville might claim that the shoes are of “good value” and constructed for the frequent walkers of New York, but $330-$515 for such basic shoes? I think not, my dears! Grab a pair of canvas Keds, a can of metallic spray paint, and make these shoes for less than $20 yourself! Sorry Rag & Bone, these shoes aren’t worth my money or my freezing cold feet come March! 

Thanks Style and NY Mag!

Yeah, That's What's Happening...

I’m totally over this economy. Honestly it’s very taxing on me. Not only as a journalist who is required to write about the latest in fashion (not easy to do when the only news is bad news) but also as a business man who is in the process of creating a fashion empire that will rival Vogue. Now thinking that the current financial situation might make such mainstays tumble freaks me the fuck out and makes me wish for a better outcome than what’s undoubtingly going to happen.

To say we’re going to be affected is an understatement. This is going to rock the fashion world. Even the most posh designers and editors are going to shit their pants when this is all said and done. Fashion week will be the first showing of how effected the industry will be. You’ll have designers who just won’t show up to the party and some that will cut costs by showcasing videos or staging presentations with manaquins and then all these models will have reason not to eat, lack of income.

I’m one for oppulence. I live to talk about out of reason fashions and $15,000 Louis Vuitton luggage sets. I can’t take another second of this economy another minute in which my old designer friend calls me up to call it quits. I hope this passes quickly cause once you’ve donated your life to parties featuring rock stars and coked out trust funders it’s hard to turn back. So basically start spending cash again quick and be sure to buy local, I have a couple of buddies who have to fund their thread groupies drug addictions.

I would rather walk the snow and ice covered streets of New York barefoot then wear either of these awful boots. Honestly, I don’t care if I get frost bite and have to get my feet amputated, you will never catch me in primary color moon boots (even if they are Pucci…I’m no label whore) or velcro “running boots.” The last time I saw those was at Wal-Mart in 1995. If you’re a native New Yorker, suck it up, throw on the wool socks and actually wear fashionable boots. If you’re not a native and you just happen to be working some rinky-dink Wall St. job, quit missing your flip-flops and do the same. 

Thanks for the photos NYLON!

Two of these things are not like the others...

Here is a hypothetical situation…pretend you are Kate and Laura Mulleavy : you and your sister own a fashion label named after your mother’s maiden name. You started off small but almost immediately scored a spot in the big leagues because of your meticulous detail and downright fantastic taste in design. So, you recently won the annual Swiss Textile Award, presented by Marios Schwab, scoring yourselves 100,000 Euros (that’s over $125,00…) and what did you wear to accept this award? Matching frumpy black cardigans, matching ugly ballet flats, wrinkly Wal-Mart jeans and ill-fitted dress pants. Really…and you two call yourselves fashion designers? Why don’t you mirror your phenomenal designs, get yourselves a stylist, a haircut, some make-up and suck it up, wear some heels. 

Same cardigans, new sneakers. Vomit.

Thanks Dazed Digital!