The Best Dress From the McQueen for Target Collection

You know, I was so dang excited, but now that McQ for Tarjay is here on the real tip it's kind of meh. For one the ads are everywhere, so everyone is going to be wearing a little piece of it, and on second glance the whole collection reads very, very young. (Ah, to be an early 20-something again; and yes I am aware that this blog sounds like it is written by a 12-year old.) The one redeeming factor: This silk dress is so pretty and drape-y, and now it's the only piece I want. O fickle heart! Of course, wouldn't cha know it's already sold out everywhere and people are selling it on Ebay for a kagillion dollars (originally $70). Oh well. Next. Still, slightly sad to look forward to something so much and have it disappoint. I wonder if that's what it's like quitting smoking for a year and finally sneaking a puff at a party and it tastes like shit and you're all like, huh.

I leave you then with an image that embodies my feelings of emptiness and despair:

I need you tonight: The Rachel Zoe shirt

From Chris Suave, the graphic design genius who brought you the infamous "Save Anna" t-shirts, it's the Rachel Zoe-inspired version. 

I die. Bananas. 

Amazing. Get 'em at Seven New York. (Too spendy? They'll have a fab Ebay resale value (much like these amazing Comme des Garcons pants. Trust.)

Would you wear these pants?

I know this is kind of a few months ago, but since I'm currently on hiatus from NYC-and I can assure those of you who always suspected as much, the rest of the nation really doesn't operate on Manhattan's schedule-need to discuss anyway. I have a talent for buying el weirdo pants online, and these Comme des Garcons for H&M jammers I picked up on Ebay kind of epitomize that predilection. The fact is, I think they're kind of chic, albeit in a really gay, avant garde way. (They look great with heels! Groovy with ninja slippers!) Still, I'm also aware that people, even the not-so-entrenched in real life folks like fashion editors, think these are the stupidest trousers in the entire world. I mean, my boyfriend refers to them as the "poopy pants." Apparently, even that precocious fashion kid hates 'em. Well, okay, she bought them, but after closer inspection, returned them.

So far I've worn them once. To a run-down Best Western karaoke bar in Tucson, Arizona. So right for the moment.

Question is, since I'm headed back to the city in a couple weeks to find a new job: Are they interview appropriate?