Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

May 25, 2007

Why Yes, I am the center of the universe.


Why do you ask?

I test drove this today. I'm in love. Or lust. Somehow I can't find a way to justify the purchase but I brought a lot of pictures home with me. If I try hard enough I expect I'll fiture out a way to invent some elaborate justification.

It is sooooo much fun.

March 5, 2007

A Little Knitting

Even though this blog was supposed to combine all of my others, I still haven't managed to add the knitting/spinning/fiber stuff. I know those are specialized interests, but that isn't enough of a reason. I really didn't get it until I saw this. It isn't some trashy craft project from somebody in Dubuque.

It is from Jean-Paul Gautier's Fall-Winter 2007 collection via Style.com. Perhaps it keeps one safer in these dangerous times. Or it represents an effort at fusion fashion, combining a hat from the 1940s with a chador.

February 26, 2007

It's A Busy Day For Drag



Yes, what you can see now is the top of The Donald's head. You must click. And be patient.

How The Mighty Have Fallen

It really is David Hasselhoff.

Thanks to the great Manolo.

I Can't Decide Which Is The Worst



Faye Dunaway or Celine Dion.

Think, think, think ... nope. It's a tie.

February 25, 2007

Git Yer Kulchur Right Here

More Americana. I couldn't let you live in ignorance.

This item is described as

"Melon Scented Underwear Thong, Pink with Yellow Band. Melon scented underwear utilizes a new technology that weaves the same material from a drier sheet into the underwear fabric, creating a powder fresh scent that lasts for up to fifteen washes."


So for you women, and especially you men, who have been secretly longing for a coochie scented of melon, here's your chance. And. They are on sale at drugstore.com

January 18, 2007

Yes, I Am The Fashion Police



Why do you ask?

Which of these things is not like the other?

A thank you to Rue Rude came across Laura Bush, Cherie Blair, Ludmila Putin, the Queen of Sweden, and several other first ladies in Paris for a meeting at the invitation of Bernadette Chirac. How can so many American women, even those with more money than God, manage to look so dowdy and out of place? Ms. Laura is a sterling example. I won't begin to mention her mother-in-law.