To Start

"I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. " -Joan Didion

Assorted

I guess the article really shook me to my core, as today I am sure to be fired over wardrobe choices. I'm wearing nude fishnets, 40s-style t-straps, a (fake) Burberry plaid tulip skirt and fitted black mock turtleneck, with a vintage 40s white full slip on top, and a black grosgrain ribbon in my hair. I'm only cursing myself for never having acquired a black snood.

I dont think I slept a minute last night with non-stop dreaming and a neighbor's dog barking most of the early morning. I dreamt that my mom and I went to a tanning salon where I had a screaming match with one of the workers. Later, a group of us evaluated my parents' home (the one I grew up in) for places where a robber might enter, then went to a Wizards game with a friend and her uncle. I know you are freaking about the tanning salon bit, but rest-assured that it was for the application of a spray-on tan. No tanning beds allowed, even in dreams.

Do you still apply wallpapers to your desktop? If so, I'm fond of the monthly calendars at French Vogue. You have to be careful though, as some months are not so work-appropriate.

Here's an interesting article on a team of photographers tasked with shooting the Karl Lagerfeld runway show and creating a dvd of promotional materials within 90 minutes to distribute to the editors and reporters in the audience.

Blood Boiling

Argh. This post about fashion in DC has me on fire. I have so much to say, but history tells me that when I post on such sites I only make myself angrier. So I will tell it to you instead.

First of all, people complaining about fashion are always ridiculous because I'm fairly certain that they would not be considered fashion-forward (or even "current") in any city they chose to live. Second, an abundance of stores does not create fashionable people. Third, fashion can be expensive, but style is not related to price. Fourth, style is completely relative to time of day, location, etc. Stylish in the office could mean a sharp suit with a scandalous sheer blouse hidden underneath. Sylish at the gym could be a futuristic silver sports bra and a tennis skirt. If you have a job in an accounting firm, when you dress for work, you will never be as stylish as the girl heading to work at Commander Salamander. There's nothing to lament, because at 5pm you can pretend that you work at Commander Salamander. Occasionally, dressing shocking or fashionable gets boring, so it can be a nice change to completely WASP yourself up in a polo and loafers. Be sure to order a wine spritzer in that. I think being fashionable means keeping yourself out of a rut (though I could also argue in favor of the the chicness of a uniform), occasionally taking risks and looking ridiculous, but it's only fashion.