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I haven’t left you, children. I’ve just been busy – fashionably busy.
Hmm. How did I get this great shot of the Luca Luca show? I sat front row. Which may make you want to cry yourself to sleep tonight, until I tell you that some catty PR girls whispered, just loud enough for me and several standers-by to hear, “Ugh. [insert hair flick here] I don’t think she’s supposed to be sitting there.”
I wasn’t, but I did. Go eat another stalk of celery.
Hooray for Fashion Week!!!
[Image via my blackberry]
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Carrie Bradshaw hailing a cab on the first day of filming the new Sex and the City movie.
I’ve been working late nights and recently got dumped, so my feelings are not trustworthy these days – how do we feel about this sequel, girls?
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And we’re the two best friends that anyone could ever have, we’re the two best friends that anyone could ever have, and we’ll never ever ever leave eachother.
This is what happens when you’re alone in the office at 9 o’ clock at night.
Have you been snapping up fall? I think you NEED to get one of these and then wear it like this:

[Images: KK and Isaac Mizrahi. BFF./Liz Claiborne New York fall collection runway show]
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And I’m blind. The Selby took a trip into Lanvin Homme’s studio and produced what may be his crowning achievement. You simply must click here, but prepare for overstimulaton. Did I spell that right? I can’t see.
Oh boys! Why don’t you replace all your shoelaces with black satin ribbon?!?! Because you just don’t have the vision, do you? Sad.
[Image via Genius with a Camera, The Selby]
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You girls know you need to get Oxford flats for fall, right?
Ok. Just checking.
[Image via I don't know...help?]
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Seen on the back of an obviously brilliant Barthelonian by my bro.
Strong style sleuthing, farty.
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Check me out on the CBS Early Show tomorrow A.M. rockin’ the thigh-high boots that are so hot for fall.
N.B.D.
(for all those who are above the age of 22…that’s “No Big Deal” – luckily I have a 21-year-old little brother to keep me in touch with the lingo of the children. Strong work, Owen.)
UPDATE
This is actually my corner outfit, click here.