First Time Failures

So…..yeah I’ve been out of town.  More on that later, but before I left a few friends and I went to New York and happened upon the All Saints store.  I went into a bit of a frenzy…….fell fast and hard for sure.  I’ve always adored All Saints, but have never seen any of their stuff up close.  Getting to do so was intensely satisfying.

The light in the fitting room.  I just thought it looked cool.  Rustic industrial.

I was intrigued by the leather harness back going on here.  You could get it as a top or as the back of a maxi dress.  

The top portion of this dress had a corset built into it that had surprisingly heavy boning, but was deliciously flattering.  I love corsets and have always had a strange obsession with them.

I am too short for this dress and probably need more boob-age in order to actually look good in it.  Yeah….that is all.

It took me forever to get this dress on and to this day I’m reasonably sure I wasn’t wearing it correctly at all.  But still I like how it looks.  Kind of quirky and sexy at the same time.  

LOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!  The parachute dress.  The volume! The draping!  The way it looks like you’r emerging from a cloud!  I put the dress on and felt like I was myself, but way more awesome.  

There’s no wrong way to wear this.  And there’s a ton of room for experimentation.  All of the ropes can be done up in different ways.  Think of the endless possibilities!  If I were not broke, I would own this dress right now and probably be typing this entry in it at this very moment.  And then I would hug myself and feel awesome.  

Here’s J, who was not broke and actually bought something instead of just trying stuff on!  The skirt she got was wonderfully voluminous and had a great dark print.  I really wish I had a better picture of it.  

This might seem weird, but YSl is one of those brands that I know exists (um….who doesn’t?), but don’t think about all that much.  Until this happened.  YSL, glorious YSL, ahead.

Funky luxe.  This dress was a great mix of funky design with really luxurious fabrics.  Love the velvet trim at the bottom.  

Amazing quilted bar jacket.

Stunning, awesome, i-want-it-please-please-please jacket.  The slanted pockets and laced rivets blow my mind.  

My friend and I.  We should never be allowed to go anywhere near designer goods together.  Never.  Ever.  Ok…maybe like once a year.  Biannually if we’re not broke??  

The real lesson of the day was that I should pay more attention to YSl, which I promise to start doing immediately.  So, until next time, where we’ll take a look at the emotional turmoil that was the Balenciaga outlet……..DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNNN  

As fashion week gets closer and closer, things get crazier and crazier.  There’s a chart out there documenting this, I’m sure of it.  You know how crazy it is right now that we’re less than a week away?

Leopard eating my legs crazy.  That’s how crazy.  If I wore this Jean-Charles de Castelbajac skirt to the office I wouldn’t get any work done though.  I’d be too busy making funny faces at my lap and pretending it was talking to me.  ”Look into my mesmerizing green eyes……”  In fact even just trying it on proved to be very distracting.  There may have been a bit of prancing in the fitting room.  Some “Rawr, I am leopard!” moments.  Then I snapped out of it and put the thing back on the hanger.  Damn mesmerizing eyes.

I feel like the skirt could be a potential DIY with the right bubble skirt.  It’s definitely a piece that I’d get a kick out of wearing and people would probably get a kick out of seeing.  Or they’d just think I was a weirdo.  People are definitely going to think I’m weird if I manage to complete my DIY plans for these shoes that I got at the PHI closing sale.  It involves metalwork.  I may lose an eye.

Things have been really, really crazy lately.  I don’t think I’ve ever been this busy in my life.  I’ve been working 7 days a weeks (3 at paid job, 4 at internship), trying to finish my law school apps, and trying to not fail at this writer thing I’m working on.  I also tried to go to the gym this morning.  That did not happen.  You know what else has not been happening?  Sleeping.  Not much of that going on around here at all.

Oddly enough I’m very content though.  Borderline blissful even, despite the major application fail that’s been going on.  Who’s not going to get her law school apps in on time?  This girl, that’s who.  Normally I’d be in clinically insane mode right now, but I’m not because I’m literally too (blissfully) exhausted to be.  Hopefully I’m not setting myself up for a huge crash though.

Even with everything that’s been going on, I still managed to visit the Madison Ave. Issey Miyake pop-up shop before they closed this week.  How could I not.  There were some really awesome bags that I couldn’t get pics of, but I did snap these.  Secretly.  In the fitting room, of course.

This cardigan had the coolest collar.  It was both pleated and draped.  I spent way too long in the fitting room draping it in different ways.

This was a total gem.  Gorgeous detailing.  Loved the color blocking and it’s made entirely of stretchy pleats.  You can wear it buttoned in front or open.  You can also wear it as a…….

HOT AIR BALLOON!  Yes, the dress, when laid flat, is in the shape of a hot air balloon.  The sales associate pointed it out to me and I knew I had to try it on.  I have been to the den of genius and I wore his hot air balloon dress.

Now I am off to do that sleeping thing that I haven’t done in all too long.

The story behind this picture is that I interviewed there this week for an internship…and then I turned them down.  See, the ending in tears part did come true after all!  What happened was that I had an interview before Marchesa and that interview went so ridiculously well that I knew I would love working with the company.  I’m normally terrible at interviews because I get nervous and then really awkward so for an interview to just flow naturally is a huge deal for me.  Plus the company works with Lane Crawford, which is awesome.  But back to Marchesa.  So I get to their studio and the woman interviewing me sits us down right next to the Marchesa dress Rihanna wore to the 2009 American Music Awards.

Yeah, this one.  I’m amazed she wanted to offer me a position since I was too busy staring at the dress to make eye contact with her.  Surprisingly, the interview went decently well, but it never hit the conversational stride the first one did.  Leaving the Marchesa studio was a little devastating.  I wanted to say good bye to all of the gorgeous, stunning, magnificent dresses I knew I was walking away from.  It undoubtedly would have been amazing to work there, but the internship I ended up taking seemed to fit better with me.  Still, it was a really hard decision to make because there’s just something so hypnotizing about a big brand name.

*Siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*  It wasn’t meant to be.

Here’s a blurry picture of the outfit I wore to the interviews and agonized over the night before.  Brown slacks.  Random blue top.  Rodarte for Target sheer top and Urban Outfitters Blazer.

I spent the rest of my day in the city consoling myself/celebrating by trying things on.  Awesome things.  Particularly the last one.

Katy Rodriguez jacket and skirt.  The skirt surprised me by being poofy and fun, but still formal.  When I put it on I had a glorious, “this was made for my body” moment.  It fit so perfectly.  Has that ever happened to you?  It never happens to me.  Especially not with pants.  Pants hate my waist, thighs, and ass combo.  Denim was my mortal enemy for a long time.  We’re on speaking terms now.

A Peter Pilotto skirt.  It was jewel/stone-encrusted, which I thought actually went very well with the print and draping.  It’s a lot together, but somehow manages not to be too much.  And in times of need it came be taken off and used as a weapon!  Seriously, it was sharp and heavy.  Perfect bludgeoning tool.

And lastly……….

A giraffe sweatshirt with built-in giraffe head puppet!!!!!!!!!!  There are not enough exclamation points in the world to express how excited I was to wear this thing.  Those close to me know that I have a weird obsession with giraffes.  And this sweatshirt symbolizes everything that is good in the world to me.  What’s really cool is that you can opt out of wearing your giraffe head mitten because there is a sleeve opening.  But I don’t know why you’d ever want to do that.  I could really take “talk to the hand” to new heights with this sweatshirt.  I’m just saying that if someone told me to talk to the hand and they were wearing this, I might actually be inclined to obey them.

“Heeey Mr. Giraffe Head” (imagine Buster’s voice here.  If you don’t know what that means, go watch Arrested Development)