Almost Famous

Oh hi. It's me. The famous one.

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Ok, fine, almost famous. I was interviewed for Style.com's party fashion section whilst at the the Olympic Opening Ceremonies party at Opening Ceremonies. I know, late pass, but be glad I'm telling you at all.

So I didn't make it to the final cut, which would have hurt a little if NUMBER ONE: I hadn't had a curious feud with their photo editor a couple years ago, and NUMBER TWO: I hadn't been trumped by:


wearing Marc Jacobs, YSL shoes, and partial (tattoo) sleeves,



wearing tight-rolled vintage Gitanos and some hair, and

wearing a Henrik Vibskov shirt, APC skirt, shoes by Chloe, and maaaaybe a smidge of pretention. Ok, totally a smidge.

I was wearing a Forever 21 top, Thai fisherman (read: peasant) pants, and Urban Outfitters shoes. The interviewer would get a glimmer of hope and be like, "Ok, your hair, who cuts your hair?" and I'm like, "oh, yeah, that. I cut it." And then "Ooook...so where are your earrings from?" "Oh, um, I think Claire's. My friend sent them to me."

So while Anna clearly wouldn't/didn't approve of my Big Lots Chic, I still thinks it's safe to say I MADE THE VIDEO:

CHECK

OUTTHAT GESTURE

That's me in the back, with the floppy arms, talking to the talented Jason Wishnow. Here, look for yourself. You'll know me by being the only thing moving in the whole damned video:

Schooled by my own ambition

I had a pretty intensive summer course at FIT that ended a month ago, so I was really JUST beginning to get comfortable in my summerskin...and suddenly today's the first day of Fall Semester. I felt like I was making The Preparations all weekend - getting my life in order, bidding my friends farewell (until December), mentally preparing myself for the crossover...

I have a full-time job, and then will be at school until 10 every night, but I can't really complain. I adore learning this crap. When most people go back to school in their late 20s, it's to get an MBA or some other such useful nonsense. I chose to go back and get an Associates...in Fashion Design. I know, right? What kind of a self-indulgent marshmallow would I be to complain about THAT?

Not that it's easy. I'm averaging two all-nighters a month. But you know, pimpin ain't easy either. Sometimes there are sacrifices for being so bloody fabulous.

In addition to the reward of opening my new school supplies today (you are SO jealous of me and my new pencils), I allowed myself to post the following picture, as a first-day-of-school indulgence:



Isn't that a teeny little stroke of aubergenious?

For Reasons Unknown Afterparty!!!

I know holiday snaps are always a little dull, but I guess I have to explain the extended post absense. I was here:



Getting spa treatments in this:



Looking at that:




Sippin on the following:





And you know what? My company paid for every last drop of Dom. Don't hate.

As you can imagine, I'm feeling pretty relaxed today, so I'm going to lay off the snark for a moment and give you something that's actually useful for once:

Colette To Open Pop-Up Store in Gap Space
August 19, 2008

Colette, the Paris-based fashion brand, is teaming up with San Francisco-based Gap Inc. to bring its fashion wares to the United States for the first time. Colette is opening a pop-up store in Gap's rotating concept space, located adjacent to its flagship store on Fifth AVenue and 54th Street in New York. Open from Sept. 6 to Oct. 5, the pop-up shop will include artist-created T-shirts, denim jackets customized by Olympia Le Tan and souvenirs by Kuntzel + Deygas, who are also creating the store's video projection.


Don't let it go to your head.

I'm Tired of You Saying No.

Know what? I think you need an attitude adjustment.



c/o my damie, Kat

Label Whores II: Olympic Weightlifters Edition

1. Prapawadee Jaroenrattanatarakoon of Thailand. She won the gold in the women's 53kg...whatever the hell that is...you win gold if you can pronounce it.



2. Triyatno of Indonesia, bronze medalist in the 62kg (whatever the moderately heavier hell that is). Cindy. Naomi. Gisele. Triyatno:



3. Nurcan Taylan of Turkey, DNF in the 48kg. DNF, huh? Well, ok, whatever. Your name is cute.



3. Yoon Jinhee of South Korea, silver medalist in the 53kg. The name isn't really that fun - I honestly just liked this picture:



Looks like my mom when she's pissed at me.

Label Whores

The only thing more mutable than that elusive denim shape of the millisecond is that elusive fresh face of the modeling industry. Oh, and by the way, you can make the slim jeans = overstuffed sausage argument all you want, but your bell bottoms make you look like Fat Tyra in a Fat Suit:



Hope you kept the receipt.

But I most impressively digress.

Models of the moment. Yes. From the Sashas to the Dauls to the Agyness...es...keeping up with the GoGirls makes Sisyphus look like a whiny little stone baby. It's a lost cause to argue who's the prettiest, because really, they're all effing pretty OK? Even the ugly ones. (I'm looking at you, Lily)

The Aubergenius proposes a new criteria on which to judge these already viciously judged, finitely careered young man and ladies. Their names! Here are six of my favorites, in no particular order:

1. Alek Wek. I know, I know, you probably think that's an easy one, but do you even know what "wek" is? Okay, fine, it's spelled "weck." But whatever. It's a salty roll. Don't her cheeks look like delicious salty rolls?



2. Chanel Iman. It's almost unfair, really, since the unspeakable glamour attached to both of her names isn't hers, but honestly neither Chanel nor Iman is especially "fresh." Chanel Iman, however, is fresh as dew on a dandelion, so it's an appealing contrast:



3. Egle Tviburtaite. Because, seriously. What IS that??



4. Taylor Fuchs. I know, I know, I'm 13. But don't act like "I'll bet he does" doesn't run through your head every time you hear it.



5. Brooklyn Decker. I know, I don't especially like her either, but she sounds like she's in the Roller Derby! Actually, come to think of it, she kind of looks like it too...



6. Farrokh Bulsara. Who's that, you ask? Only the birth name of our most honored of guests here, on this beautiful Freddie Mercury Friday!!



Huzzah!

Moist. Wet. Moist and Wet. Wet. Wet Moist.

It's pretty wet outside today, but don't take my word for it.