A Jezebel writer blames gays for ruining fashion. Feminism might be going a bit too far, eh?

So here’s the brief. A Jezebel writer, Tracie Egan, decided to bash gays on her blog, blaming them for “many of the problems in the fashion industry” (though according to the New York Observer that’s me). Actually, she wasn’t really blaming gays as much as being pissy at Perez Hilton for attempting to enter the world of high fashion with CocoPerez, but that’s a different story that requires me to address Perez as a fashion blogger, something I’d rather die than do. Anyways The Cut and The Frisky got their knickers in a bit of a bunch and are now attacking the Tracie saying she’s drinking some major hateraid.

Here’s the quote:

“I think that gay men are actually the most to blame for many of the problems in the fashion industry, like the absence of womanly curves on the runway, and the hideous, figure-assaulting trend that is the tent dress, which no women who have tits, and no straight men who have an appreciation for tits, have any use for.”

Numero Uno Tracie. Many gay men LOVE TITS!!! Seriously, they love grabbing them and fondling them and acting straight in order to convince women to let them grope them. Honestly, on any given night at least 10 – 15 gays will have gravitated to Becks tatas for a little nuzzle

Numero Two Perez isn’t gay. He’s a faggot. And you’re right, faggots have no clue as to what fashion is so he should probably just shut the fuck up and continue wearing his Ed Hardy everything. Ick, I hope he’s not at Fashion Week. He just makes the tents smell like failed actor, bad gay porn and Jergens.

P.S. Everyone has stopped shopping The Gap, right?

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Sugar, IMAN, is a fashion ICON and even SHE hasn’t put out a line……..so puh-lease, remove yourself from the race……you’re racing with a square wheel anyways.

Everything looks cheap to me, no sign of elegance or even a cohesive direction. I mean the prints and shapes aren’t anything special((I’ve seen the lookbook)) and I know that you and ‘them peoples’ over at Opening Ceremony are gonna charge college tuition-like prices for a some cheap tank top that won’t hold up under the strain of the delicate cycle and a heavy dousin’ of Woolite. Girl please!!!

What’s really cookin’ my bacon((turkey bacon, cuz pigs are filthy…..but sooo delicious)) is these people that put out a line just cuz they want to be seen as a fashionista or to make some money and instead of them giving the fashion community something fresh and new or at least their honest point of view, they do some crap and slap their name on it in for the wannabes who will buy it in hopes of being FASHION FORWARD. I mean you can have my cash if you give me something that will be an asset to my wardrobe, C’mon!!!

WHY! is it that every little actress with an eating disorder that makes a movie and has that disheveled “I don’t bathe” look, is automatically put on some pedestal as if she’s the second coming of Twiggy. ‘BISH’ PLEASE. My great grandmother rocks her duds better than you………and that ol’ girl is dead and gone, sippin that Pina Colada with Jesus.

Though we here at Fashion Indie are not pleased with Chloe’s venture into fashion, we don’t hate her………….THESE PEOPLE HOWEVER DESPISE HER EXISTENCE http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/chloe_sevigny/

-Z’maji The Glam’rist

Souja Boy Shoes – The Video

I can’t understand a thing he says but he’s now the second riches teen in the world (second only to Miley Cyrus). Really, a Souja Boy sneaker. I can’t even comment. I pray every one buys these so that I know who to make fun of on the subway.

His look says “I’m a fat and useless tool.”

I cannot stress enough my complete dislike for the distasteful style of gossip blogger, Perez Hilton. I’ve tried long and hard to find some redeeming factors of Perez but I am just unable to find it. His blatant disregard for any sort of aesthetically sound apparel and continued exploitation of my pupils with his ultra violet hair has pushed me beyond the limit. It’s too late to turn back, cause this chico is getting bashed.

I really did try to like him. Honestly. I’ve met the portly computer monkey on more than one occassion, most recently a the MAC Trendspot at Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week where the lard ass was blogging, wait for it, ABOUT FASHION!!! DO NOT THINK YOU CAN INVADE ON THE TERRITORY OF FASHION BLOGGERS PEREZ!!! We fashion bloggers are a very dedicated bunch of writers and most of us hold ourselves in respectable positions in which our opinions reach out to discerning readers. We don’t play etch-a-sketch with photos and pride ourselves on how idiotic we can look. Enough is enough Mr. Hilton. I refuse to endorse any fashion brand or beauty product that chooses to endorse the long lost love child of Rainbow Bright and Cheif Wiggums from the Simpsons.

If you have any love of fashion (or if you’re just looking to hate on someone) please join me on my fight against Perez Hilton’s foray into fashion. BOYCOTT ANY FASHION OR BEAUTY COMPANIES THAT ENDORSE THIS MANCHILD.

Perez, you can have the Britney’s and Winehouse’s of the world, just leave Kate Moss to us.

Perez Hilton

February 9, 2008. Day 1, post Fashion Week, and the parties continue. Tenjune is considered one of the hottest clubs in NYC (P. Diddy hosting his after party on Friday and Paris Hilton making out with Elijah Dushku) so stopping by on a Saturday night after a week of celebrating the most fabulous people that embody the city that is NY, should not be a disappointment by any means. After standing in the cold and screaming “Alex,” to anyone that would respond (the infamous door guy), we entered the mecca that is…Tenjune, unzipped our coats, showed off the ‘girls,’ and looked around.

Step one: find “brother” Jimmy and his table of cheap champaign and water bottles posing as liquor. Step two: take shelter next to 1 of 8 jersey girls who wear v-neck poly-blended sweaters as dresses and play arts and crafts with sequins and nylon to create “bras” for their saggy grandma tits that they think is some kind of asset to score some ass. I first met a pro football jock right out of college wearing a baseball cap, t-shirt, and ripped up jeans. While trying to comprehend the pronounciation of my name, he checked out the leggings on jersey girl no. 1. and the fake nails on jersey girl no. 2. He was pretty cool. I obviously had no game. I guess my outfit just didn’t scream easy, cheap slut enough.

Jersey Chicks over 30 + Dudes Who Still Think their Varsity Football Stats Matter + Over-priced, Watered Down Drinks = Saturday Nights at Tenjune

Amid the 30 something blonde in cow print boots and her cousin 5 ft away in a matching cow print dress, we start to scope the scene away from our table (god forbid we leave). We danced, laughed, and checked out the unattractive, undesirable species that surrounded us. How could such a hotspot breed all of this synthetic trash?Isn’t the sourpuss guy at the door (Alex) supposed to be in control of this department?

About one painful hour into our “exclusive” experience, the party actually started to take flight. The DJ was exceptionally talented given the unfortunate circumstances of a lame, ego enduced crowd. A false eye seemed to spot Will-I-Am looking for his posse, only to find the first of a handful of style coming through the door. The cool people meter starts fluctuating with socialites making a non-dramatic entrance into the club and then fading into the crowd just as fast. The few post-fashion week stragglers still struggling to make it out one more night are sporting off the shoulder, paisley print dresses, fedora hats, skinny ties with vests, and a plethora of skin.

For some brief fleeting moments our hopes lifted and the night didn’t seem like a total waste, our only saving grace seemed to hit the repeat button as more and more potentially interesting people tricked in, but then the music turned sour and so did the scene. It was time to call it a night and take on the identity of a cow (seems fitting at this point) in a heard of cattle to retrieve our coats.

Pretentious nerds, sleezy promoters, and sequins galore, we pondered the previous 2 hours. Finally, we came to 3 fair and rational conclusions: 1. a new promotional idea – “Saturday: all from across the Hudson welcome!” 2. find out the name the DJ and become his #1 fan 3. next time just go to The Box.

Author: A dear friend who chose to remain anonymous

These young, waif like creatures that grace the runways of Milan, New York, and Paris and the covers of every magazine, these little gems are often seen as the ultimate prize, a trophy to hold for the rich and beautiful. These pretty tiny things with their size 0 waists. These recessed faced, no assed, pale beings. These thin, vapid, uninteresting, can’t hold a conversation beauties. These tall, shapeless wasps. These disassociated clothes hangers. These models. Yeah, they aren’t that special.

No dude (unless he’s completely insecure) wants to end up with a professional runway model. Yeah, the Victoria Secret girls are a major exceptions, but when it comes to the Gemma’s, the Cole’s, and the Moss’s of the world, the “runway girls” and “supermodels”, there is not enough substance or beauty to support the normal mans interest level. Give me some meat on them bones. Give me a booty and a side of breasts. Flat-chested, pancake bottomed skeleton bags need not apply. Personally, I need some insecurity, some body issues, some real people problems in my girls. Insecurities aren’t sexy, but they are very refreshing when compared to the attitudes of todays “I’m better than thou” catwalkers. Their image of beauty of unattainable, their devotion to their addiction of thinness or proposed “beauty” is unrealistic. And don’t get me started on their downwardly spiraling age. A 16 year old should not be on the runway. Give me real women, don’t sell me the image of a child.

Men don’t want models or at least this one doesn’t. Disagree or agree, I want to hear what you all think?

Carrie discovers that none of her outfits work in the real world, so she becomes a Scientologist and wants for her transport to Xanadu.

Coming to the sad realization that they are no longer “hot, young things” the girls actually wait in line to go to a club. Samantha’s attempt to “blow” the door man fails when her dentures fall out.

Carrie goes brown, then red, then blonde all in an attempt to steal her girlfriends men, by stealing their hair color! Miranda realizes what’s going on a dyes her hair neon green before she tries stealing her stud muffin Steve.

In an desperate attempt to be married before 50, Carrie buys a wedding dress and tells Big, Adian, Burger, and the Russian to all come and meet her at the roof of her home. She stands on the ledge of her building and threatens to jump unless someone proposes. Miranda steps in and claims her love for her pint sized friend. They live happily ever after, except Samantha is no longer their friend cause she went “dyke” years ago, and felt these two we’re stealing her thunder.

With Samantha gone the girls quickly realize how tame their lives seem with out a hot older woman to guide them on their sexual adventures. No ones having sex, everyone’s married, and it’s all a happy ending, until [insert dramatic music here] Big decides he actually loves Carrie’s … long lost daughter. In a scene out of the final season of Ally McBeal, Carrie discovers one of the eggs she froze when she was 20 is now a full grown woman with a thing for older men. Big and Carrie 2.0 marry. Carrie 1.0 buys her first cat. Can’t wait for the sequal “Menopause in the City”.

P.S. Thank the lord for Gossip Girls!!! If we had to keep taking fashion cues from the over 30 set I might have to die.

(All Photos: People.com)

Once tauted as the “don’t miss” party of fashion week, this event seemed to miss the target and was a who’s nobody of bad fashion and good boredom. The “scenesters” tried their best to make a scene but at the end of the day the massiveness of the Hall and the disinterested attitude of everyone in attendance made it a blah spot in which even the most “nose-candy” happy folks couldn’t seem to awaken from. Here are some “highlights”.

Wait are you from LA. No way. How did I know that? I must be psychic or maybe you’re just a douche.

Cobra Snake & Cory Kennedy The real reason Netflix beat Blockbuster.

Totally look ridiculous together but this is the “scenester” equivalent of Barbara Walters interviewing Elizabeth Taylor.

“Oh my god, you know what’s so much fun!”

“What”

“Not caring.”

“Oh my god yes, that’s like my favorite thing to do.”

“Yeah, totally”

opening ceremony chloe sevigny

Thinking about boys. Lot and lots of boys.

Page 34. Iqons Magazine.

Interview with Christopher Kane.

Tammy (his sister): I was thinking about our beautiful view from the apartment in Paris.

Christopher Kane: Boys after boys after boys!! (Wait. Boys or men? What floats your boat buddy?)

T: So many boys! Young, hot teenage boys [laughter]. There must be an art school nearby or something. (HOT TEENAGE BOYS. Euwy, well maybe they are of age.)

C: They were all on their mopeds ……

T: From 13 years old up. (ILL. OH, MY GOD!!! CHRISTOPHER KANE IS A CREEPY PEDOPHILE!!!)

C : Young, fresh … Why are we talking about boys now??

Why exactly?!? What’s up Christopher Kane? Your boylust is a bit too much. I am so over your collection.

Gucci Loves NY, but they must really hate New York Fashion Bloggers.

The seemingly heartfelt brand decided to launch a site celebrating their new Fifth Ave flagship store, which is slated to open February 8th. In order to celebrate (and connect themselves to the “hip” market) they got five fashion bloggers to tout their favorite New York spots. Of course, NON OF THE BLOGGERS ARE NEW YORKERS!!!

Cory Kennedy (not a fashion blogger, officially on my BASH list and from LA), Tomoki Sukezane of Openers (Japanese Blogger), Susie Bubble of Style Bubble (UK Blogger who I actually am hearts for), La Coquette (Paris Blogger) and Fashion Is Spinach (D.C. Blogger) were chosen as their panel of experts on New York City.

What the f*ck GUCCI, you couldn’t choose at least one local fashion blogger to be on your list. Considering that Brooklyn is now the bloggiest city in the world (and the place that Fashion Indie calls home) this seems like a bit of a spit in the face to New York Fashion and the powerful little monopoly us professional bloggers have built in our fair city.

Gucci, you are officially on my BASH list (even if I do love your current Resort Collection) for ignoring New York bloggers.

You can get back on if you include at least one NYC blogger (present company included) onto your list.

P.S. You can also get off my list if you send me your current resort collection. Pants -36, Shirts – XL – (Yes even we can be bought)