So versatile. Thanks French Vogue!
This cute H Chalayan Aphrodite dress totally reminds me of Michelle's Jason Wu. It's kind of like a diet version, and it would look so amazing this spring with metallic flats, no? Plus it's on sale at La Garconne today ($160 down from $534), so you kind of have to buy it.
Speaking of the recession (and on a slightly lighter note), are objects like say, pet "accessories" and designer passport covers rendered obsolete when the economy goes south? I mean, even if you're lucky enough to have the extra cash to blow, flaunting outrageously expendable crap reeks of conspicuous consumption when so many people are out of work. 
Pourquoi!? Today Conde Nast folded their darling shelter mag, Domino. So sad on so many levels, (and on a personal one, a close friend works there and I feel so bad for her and the rest of the staffers--it truly sucks). I guess I get it. Times are tough. People aren't exactly in redecorating mode right now. But still, I wish they would at least keep the site up. Too lame.
In the mood for something dirty? Go check out artist Catherine Chalmers' "American Cockroach." It's brilliant.
I know it's not March 1st yet, or um, even Feb. for that matter, but if it was, I would hightail it to Tarjay. Not since the Comme des Garcons for H&M moment have I been so excited for one of these "fashion for everyone!" collaborations. Some of you know I'm a real jumpsuit junkie--I've been wearing them since I idolized vintage Bianca Jagger in high school and now own about 14 of them--and this hot little number will definitely (I guess I mean, hopefully), be my next acquisition.
From Chris Suave, the graphic design genius who brought you the infamous "Save Anna" t-shirts, it's the Rachel Zoe-inspired version. 
Okay, much to my boy's chagrin, I finally succeeded in dragging him to see Darren Lynn Bousman's self-described "Rocky Horror-meets-Bladerunner rock opera," which just now made it out to one indie theater in Tucson. Make no mistake, I knew the film was gonna be crappy, but I had fairly high hopes that it would be so very tasteless that it might be kind of awesome in a Trader Joe's frozen mini-taco kind of way. The verdict: Yeah, it's retarded (though, I guess not completely without merit), but from a socio-beauty perspective, it's a somewhat deft commentary on plastic surgery's role in our society now and in the future.
The reason I haven't been posting much lately is that I've been away on possibly one of the best vacations ever in Tulum, Mexico. Sadly, Tulum is most likely on a collision course to becoming the next Cancun (spring break! whoo-hooooo!), but in the meantime, it remains one of the loveliest, most low-key Yucatan destinations. Instead of concrete McResorts, Hard Rock Cafe's and topless, drunk sorority girls, the crazy gorgeous beach is populated by small b&b's and ahem, "eco-chic" Swiss Family Robinson-style huts. Last year, Shya and I stayed at Parayso, which, while we're not exactly picky types, walked on the rather weird side of the plank. Not so much this year: We lucked out and ended up renting a private home and adjoining casita where we comfortably housed our party of nine. 
According to Perez, Karolina was deemed too um, "wholesome" for general purveyance in the Victoria's Secret show by the Brazilian press. I have two words for the esteemed journalists involved in that most offensive judgement call:
Here's hoping you weren't too hungover today. Personally, I watched an unbelievably crappy Comedy Central movie marathon which included but was not limited to: Bachelor Party starring a young Tom Hanks, National Lampoon's Van Wilder (wildly underrated!), Duplex (the chemistry between Ben Stiller and Drew Barrymore is so palpable) and My Boss's Daughter with Ashton Kutcher. Two of these films starred Tara Reid. A most eventful, auspicious way to bring in 2009, no?
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