Some days aren't yours at all...I dedicate both this Regina reference and link to Alyssa Imprevento, a Saint on Earth.

Sometimes, I look at these pictures and I pretend I'm eating these beautiful and delicious things... and for a brief moment, the world seems to turn in a more beautiful and elegant manner.

People confuse me sometimes. I will choose to give them the benefit of the doubt for my own sake, otherwise, things just seem so, so cruel... or, things seem to make no sense at all. As a Libra, I have an unquenchable craving for justice and I'm about to go to bed thirsty as always.

Life's not fair, but it can still be good.

I'll move to a kibbutz and finger paint, eat potatoes, and all will fall into place.

And I am finally seeing... -postal service.

All men are created equal...until they get dressed.

We all have our guilty pleasures.

Personally, I secretly adore putting ice cubes in my wine, Youtubing Miley Cyrus, and brushing my teeth in the shower. For some, excuse me- for many, shopping and fashion represent the ultimate guilty pleasure... so I need to ask: WHY? I feel no guilt in fashion at all. I mean, perhaps if the sum of digits on your credit card bill add up to more then you can count on your fingers and toes a-la-Isla Fisher in Confessions of a Shopaholic maybe a bit of a dilemma looms on the horizon, otherwise- shop, look, and lust away! Don't let your fashion habits keep you up at night, I guarantee your conscience has heavier things on it's plate.

I love fashion, I love fabric, I love design. I love the feeling of unworn clothes against my palms when I run them along stacks of folded sweaters in department stores. I love toying prices tags between my fingers and crumpling silk dresses in my fists. I love thinking about a single fiber pairing up with millions of other fibers to form a garment, a garment which will be worn and cherished, and made to flatter a figure. I think great design in any field elevates something-anything- to a higher, more elegant level, and fashion take us, people, the wearers, to our next level... when you look good, you feel good, where's the guilt in that?

So here's to NY Fashion Week and my favorite RTW Spring 2010 pieces... may you continue being guilt-free on the runway, and shamefully un-so at the after parties. Maybe I'll see you around sometime ♥

Erin Fetherson, by Erin Fetherson.

Proenza Schouler, by Lazaro Hernandez and Jack McCollough.

Thakoon, by Thakoon Panichgul.

L.A.M.B., by Gwen Stefani.

Diane von Furstenberg, by Diane von Furstenberg.

Malandrino, by Catherine Malandrino.

Marc Jacobs, by Marc Jacobs.

I cut just like a knife, but I [look] just like a dream- hellogoodbye.

Judging books by their covers.

Everyone grows out of things... for example, we moved on from the unfortunate fascinations we once had as children with side ponytails, boogers, and dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets and we developed more refined preferences as adults, hopefully. Unfortunately, we occasionally grow out of things which perhaps would have served us well to remain permanently in out array of habits.

When I was a kid, I read feverishly. I ate books for breakfast, and I actually enjoyed them... more then I enjoyed real breakfast, actually. Simply put, I could not get enough books in my mental belly, digesting them by the dozen. Though I was one of those punks who dragged my saint of a mother to Borders at midnight to pick up each and every Harry Potter, I also dabbled in some less cult-worthy teeny bopper literature, moved onto a French Realism-Romanticism phase, and then obsessed over post modernism for a while... this of course all happened back in the day, you know, when I knew how to read and all...

Theories abound as to why reading has fallen off my list of things to do, but bottom line: it just has. I know I don't stand alone, people just don't seem to want to read, or write. We type lyk dis cuz it e-z, ryt? Am I the only one who wonders if we keep typing like that, maybe we'll forget how to write? If we stop reading, then won't we forget how to read? Call me dramatic, but I honestly feel significantly less intelligent recently, and I attribute it to my increase in activities that involve ZERO reading. I can guarantee there are about three dozen grammar and spelling errors in this single blog post, and no, not just because I have the typing skills of a primate.

What is it we're lacking? Better language, or better themes? Are books too boring cause VH1 has trained us to think a night without Rock of Love-worthy brawls is lame? Maybe we need to outgrow the correct things, maybe the visual language of pop culture [I love pop culture, don't get me wrong] isn't the only one we should be speaking. New York Times best sellers are wonderful and all, but if you print out a list of classic literature, how many novels have you read on there?

...And how many of those weren't required for fifth period English lit?

In Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury described a society in which firefighters created fires instead of putting them out to destroy books so society could not read them... seems like we might be doing them a favor by beating them to it.

I might considering reading, if what I were reading was this. I gotta buy it, I just gotta.

Exploring Stunning Talents in Asia.

I don't think there are words in this books, but there are some SICK shoes. And a pretty crazy picture of this woman's ass, but I mean what can you do?

Custom Kicks.

Do you ever read any of the books you burn?

-Ray Bradbury

A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night.

Sometimes I wonder if a simple life would be nice...then I pick up glossy magazines and find all kinds of trouble and things I wish I owned, people I aim to meet, and things I strive to design > than...

Time and time again, New York seems to find itself hatching all things magical...Jeremy Scott left his home state of bfe Missouri to make it big in thr Big Apple. Though he is unfortunately involved in the whole one-legged pant thing that I really don't even want to get into, his sneakers are so wild, so unconventional, every time I see a pair I am at a loss for words. Rarely do designers manage to outdo themselves each and every single time, but Scott most certainly does. His runway collections are a bit bizzare, but his work with Adidas is a footwear dream come true.

My current item of lust, the 3 Tongue Attitude:




As much as I hate to admit it, I find myself believing more and more in luck. Artist Ruben Toledo was recently commisioned to illustrate the covers for Wuthering Heights, The Scarlet Letter, and Pride and Prejudice- and he never read a single word of any of them! [In his defense, moving here as a small child from Cuba and not having much to his name probably occupied most of his time, but anyway...] This probably upset the countless well-read artists who felt they deserved the job, but one look at the works and let me tell you, Hester Prynne never looked so damn good...[He does those creepy, big eyed illustrations for Nordstom for those less literary fashion junkies among us (: ] This man owns water colors- his style is a little pre-cubist Picasso-esque, if Picasso fell in love with a sumi brush. He also happens to be married to Isabel Toledo, fellow Cuban fashion designer and creator of the lemony-yellow lace shift dress with matching coat Mrs. O wore to the inauguration.

I wonder if their children will have inferiority complexes.

"Sisters" spelled backwards, Pim, Kly, and Matina Sukhahuta's brand Sretsis manifests all the qualities of great fashion design. It looks gorgeous on the figure, constructed with quality fabrics, reveals impecable knowledge of the craft, and manages to posess timeless style and modern elements simultaneously. This woman [Pim, the designer] had her own boutique BEFORE she even graduated from Parsons in 2003. I won't be bitter solely because her garments are so damn pretty.

Sugar, spice, and everything nice.



Spring Summer '09 School of Rebellious Sweethearts Collection

It's all make believe, isn't it?
♥
Caroline.

.Music is my dead end | Music is my imaginary friend.

I wrote a huge, moving post to compensate for not blogging for over two weeks but my through some horrible turn of events it is all gone.

Everything's gone.

Anyway. To summarize simply because I am far too aggravated to repeat my musings of five minutes ago: Listen to electroclash. You probably already have without realizing it. Yes, artists can be talented even with synthesizers and vocoders. If there's enough room for man and machine everywhere else, there's enough room for both in the music world as well.

Click&hear.

Peaches.

Crystal Castles.

Ladytron.

Lights.

Justice.

Now, how can anyone think fashion isn't art? This German lady is mad cool and definately an artist. Anna Wegelin. Take a look at her R.T.W. as well, though be prepared, there's a bit of tatas involved.

All the girls and boys are makin' all that noise because they found new toys.

I want one.

You're never too old for toys, after all. Plus the First Lady has one.

See you later

See you later

See you later
♥ Caroline

How do you defend yourself against a man with a dildo?

After seeing Brüno last night, I got to thinking...(After I got to wincing, peeing myself, and screaming first, naturally). How much can we get away with saying or doing? Little remains in the "taboo" or "sacred" zone. Everything's a joke: the previews forecast funny movies, with the featured film itself also being one, naturally. To make money, a film must be funnier then its predecessors, so it has to be different, something audiences haven't heard before. If we've heard it all, what's left to rip apart? If they've already got Brüno's anus, I can only anticpate what will come next.

....wait, I forgot about Middle America.

&Clickk.

Apparently, Brüno isn't doing well in certain parts of the country because more conservative audiences aren't quite in on the joke. Understandable- to an extent, though I am not entirely sure how anyone could think much of that was reality. I found the "real" parts of the film far more appalling- parents so desperate to get their kids famous they'd let their INFANTS operate heavy machinery and get liposuction? People claiming to manage charities, yet unable to pronounce Darfur, and talking about Global Warming as if it were a hot trend and not a hot melting of the planet we are all living on? No one seems to think THOSE are issues to be addressed?

As outlandish as Mr. Baron Cohen may be, I have to say I personally found some wisdom in this "film". (Hear me out.) During one scene, a particularly ignorant karate instructor says if someone is being exceptionally friendly, they are most likely a homosexual and you should probably fight them off. While that is really an outrageous thing to say, I say take it as a compliment!

I have seen my homosexual friends be just as strong of men as the heterosexual ones...actually, stronger. How many fag hags out there have had their gay "boyfriends" treat them hella better then their real ones? If Middle America wishes to cast stones upon this film, then so be it. If they wish to view the toothless, unwashed, VD carrying "men" in this movie as actual men, then good for them! If they want the delicious deer flesh and syphilis their husbands bring home to them, then keep it all! I'll hold on to my Prada sunglasses, open minds, and endless nights of good advice and fabulous fun with those oh-so-friendly homos.

I really wonder what they do on Saturday nights.

♥ Caroline

To all my gay boyfriends, I don't know where I'd be without you. I love you.

Curiouser and Curiouser?

I am questioning my birth certificate, because by the looks of this pool, I must be a water sign. If this Hariri & Hariri Architecture beauty sat in my backyard, I doubt I'd ever get much done...except maybe some banging cookouts and cocktails parties.

Fourth time might be the charm for Helena Bonham Carter and Johnny Depp. Burton's adaptation of Alice in Wonderland next year already looks completely gorgeous. Trippy, dark, and haunting..amazing cast..available in 3D...sounds like a winner. And, yes that's Johnny, Helena, and Anne Hathaway as the White Queen.

Did you know our President Mr. Barack Obama won a GRAMMY? He also liked the reefer and hollerin' at sistas at parties- his words, not mine. As if I didn't love this man enough already, he opens up letters people like you and me send him, and he reads them! HIMSELF! He has banned gifts from lobbyists, something we as a nation should be embrassed to have ever allowed.

If you like your politics watered down like me.

Proof we elected a living creature as president.

I have an excellent idea. Let's change the subject.

- March Hare.

♥ Caroline