C'est Bazaar: From Russia, with Style

My favorite glossy up in this piece, ya know, America, is Hahhhh-pah's Bazaaaaa. I'll peruse le blogs as much as the next girl, I'm fucking writing one right now, but I may be the only douche left who waits for a man in a little blue outfit to bring the paper version to mah shitty ass apartment house.

Allow me to share with you my favey employee at Harper's Russia, stylist and editor, Natalia Alaverdian.

Dasvidantia, y'all.

Spoiler Alert: The Met Ball Sucked

 'There is something about fashion that makes people really nervous.'
Anna Wintour- not a punk

I was extremely nervous to see disservice done to the memory of the punk movement and, alas, my fears were warranted. In my effort to not jump on the bandwagon/shit storm of negative feedback, regarding THE Gala, I've managed to hurl myself onto said bandwagon with the most energy I've out into anything in a very long time. Including, but not limited to, writing that run-on sentence.

As with most things in life, the attendees who nailed it, fucking nailed it, while the remaining assholes guests (i'm looking at you Zooey Deschanel) looked liked idiots who got lost on the way to a) A Betsey Johnson/JC Penney collection launch party , b) Tommy Hilfiger's clambake, or c) a 'Pretty in Pink' cast reunion.

Below are my few winners of the night. You'll notice the absence of a 'worst dressed' list because I'm not glorifying those losers with a presence on my blog. Because, this is a really famous blog and, ya know, there is indeed such a thing as bad publicity. 

Right, Kim K.?

This was perfect. Wishing that her tartan clad appearance with Alexander McQueen would have been for this event. Everything.

 Not even super sure this dress is punk, but her hair is on point. Also, Tom Ford is her date, so everyone else can go.

Sienna looks amazing. Love the hair and the biker jacket, thanks to Chris Bailey for both of these looks. Also, she made out with Cara Delevigne that night, probably less due to 'punk' and more to 'drunk.' Just sayin' nobody would have cared if Zooey and her seersucker planted one on Kate Upton and that bridesmaid's dress she wore.

Until next time,

The Judgement Fairy

Luxury Week in NYC

In an effort to prevent a 'don't' picture winding up on the back page of a sub-par fashion magazine, I will refrain from wearing my pajamas in public this week. Nobody is exactly following me around with a camera (are you as surprised as I am?) but there are a plethora of 'street style photographers' (read: out of work 20 somethings with an iPhone) swarming, SWARMING our fair streets right now.

 FASHION WEEK IS UPON US.

Am I in a better mood in February and September? Do my cheeks flush and my skin glow? 

Is it because I started slathering my face with avocado oil?

Probably, but have I mentioned I love Fashion Week?

PS. Iris needs a Jemma Wynne bangle to complete that wrist game. Just sayin'

I need this watch to tie in all of my new turquoise Jemma Wynne ish. I also need the stainless steel part of the band to go away. Insert shameless Jemma Wynne plug here. Also, insert money into my bank account for watch noted below.

Is it Spring yet? Because this bitch looks super happy to be showing off her Kenzo sweatshirt, whilst mine is hidden underneath a down coat because it's -76 degrees kelvin. First world problems.

Obsessions: One Healthy, One Expensive

Current loves include skiing in my Chanel for Land's End parka and Bulgari/Van Cleef.

One love is burning cals and the other is burning a hole in my, already laughable, savings account. I've entertained both this week and purchased my first Bulgari piece and booked a ski trip to Wyndham for Saturday. I can justify jewels just as much as trips because, while Wyndham will be super fun for a few hours, my new Tuboga will give me years of delight and joy. Ideally, I'd be consistently vacationing whilst staring at my jewels in joy, but c'est la vie, I digress, etc.

My next acquisition, that I can neither afford nor deserve, will be a Van Cleef & Arpels Alhambra bracelet in malachite or lapis. See below, duh.

This is my future wrist, like, just digging into my Birkin

I feel like this isn't a gluttonous treat because I'm Irish and it looks like shamrocks. So, it's really, like, a tribute to my ancestors and is actually really sweet and not selfish at all. Obviously.

Le Weekend

Going upstate to ski. Will, basically, look exactly like this

And be wearing all this

Sike. Pray for me and my pathetic Land's End parka.

GG & NE sittin' in a tree

So. This Happened.

and I forgot to tell y'all.

Check out this gem

On another note...with all the gun talk lately, I just want to say one thing. If all you freaks and your mumbo jumbo make me feel like I need to start packing heat, mine will be Chanel.

Good day.

GO(L)D is good.

I'm not so much having a yellow gold moment, as a yellow gold life. 

Also, doing a lot of thinking about yellow gold wedding jewelry. 

I live for yellow gold and the moments (every 6 months or so, like clockwork) is becomes en vogue to wear again, I fluctuate between horror (my secret it out!) and happiness to be a current tribe member. Not unlike my daily emotional roller coaster, in any case. 

It is no coincidence that the bulk of jewels left for me, upon the early demise of my chic grandmothers, are yellow gold. Why isn't yellow gold, nowadays, considered a 'forever metal?' 

 I'm not trying to dissuade anybody of their choice of marriage metal (yours truly is the very proud owner of white gold wedding jewelry), but I do wonder if my choice was my own...or an era based decision?

Why is the choice to have a yellow gold engagement ring now considered edgy or unique, when it is the most classic choice of all? Cleopatra wasn't exactly wearing white gold, ya heard?