Posted on October 14th, 2009 by lori
Fast times. The last few weeks have whizzed by. Delightfully, have found a new job that keeps my pockets and wardrobe well oiled. That, however, does not spell good news for my blog and have been scolded by my most devote of readers.
This reader had many wonderful suggestions for future blog posts. All of which will be obliged asap.
I find myself getting pretty restless lately. See, once you visualize your future, you need it to hurry up and be present. Anyway, in this state I’ve started downloading episodes of Mad Men. Heard of it? Of course you have.
I was fairly excited to tune in, and by fairly I mean I waited a week until 25 episodes had downloaded so I could watch to my heart’s content. At first, I was a bit snoozy. What exactly made this program a must-see? The costumes and sets were brilliant, but ummmm, where is the drama? Then I realized I have been bred to consume shows with so much fast-paced violent drama action shamwow that my eyes were crossed by the end of it.
Now I’m addicted to the quiet drama on Mad Men. You should be too.
I find myself painting my lips red and experimenting with victory curls, questioning if I’m a Marilyn or a Jackie and ordering mint julep drinks at cocktail hour. I don’t know whether to love or hate Don Draper. Tune in and let me know what you think.
x
I’m from Canada and if there’s one thing my home and native land is known for it’s for being exceptionally polite and nice. Sugar and spice.
We always say please and thank you. We ask how your day is going or if we can offer a helping hand. We apoligize way too much.
This is the cosy environment I grew up in and generally that’s the way I like it (sure, all have our rage-o-riffic moments and I know quite a few Canucks who have some serious pent-up anger bursting to get out).
I like a good healthy argument but surely confrontation just makes me uncomfortable.
Recently I’ve been noticing a shift across the border. America is getting mean. Pledge allegiance to utter rudeness.
I’m talking about Kanye. I’m talking about Congressman Wilson. I’m talking about Len Goodman on last evening’s Dancing With the Stars. Len, you a mean, mean old man.
Granted Len hails from the UK, but spending extended periods of time in the States seems to have brought out the crotchety full-stop.
So why so glum? Is it the backlash from the market meltdown? Are we all just so exhausted, broke, stressed out that we’re now turning on each other? Or are we just entering a time when angry outbursts and crass remarks come without consequences?
Everyone wants to start a war, but we all should just keep the peace, non? I’m not suggesting we hold back our opinions. I’m proposing we all take a sec, think before we speak and provide a respectful rebuttal delivered with courtesy.
Who’s with me?
Gosh, I sound OLD.
And you thought Prada was only for the uppiest of upper-class. Pffft. This season they’re taking a cue from the blue-collars.
Check out these fisherman boots. Except you can’t actually wear them fishing, or even NEAR water for that matter. They’re composed of leather, made to look like rubber. H20’s a big no-no.
This whole trend is actually starting to get to me. Between these and the Jimmy Choo styled Hunter wellies, I’m starting to lose my grip on fashion reality.
Is all of this stuff luxe or just layman?
London Fashion Week is in full swing right now.
Although I’m sadly watching it unfold from my ever-so stylish Mac computer here in Canada, I’m still eating up the drama that inevitably follows one of my fav fashion weeks.
Want some dirt? Last Friday Mark Fast, an up-and-coming designer on the scene (as most LFW designers always seem to be) took a ballsy move and stuck real women on the catwalk.
When I say real women, I say women who look like you and me, not emanicipated corpse-like versions.
I know what you’re thinking. Not the size-zero debate again!? Sorry girls, read it and eat. The debate continues, but instead of being all talk talk zzz, designers are now actually putting their opinions in motion and using sizable women to display their work.
Fab, right?
Or maybe not. Word is some of the fashion folk stuck in the trenches behind the catwalks of LFW kicked up quite a fuss when they saw who they were dressing for the runway.
According to Fashionista, one staffer quit and another fired over Fast’s choice of model. Apparently one stylist was so rude to the models, the girls were actually forced to let her go. Luckily a Telegraph stylist stepped in to save the show.
What do you think? Let’s weigh in. Were you happy to see larger ladies walking the runway or do you think waif’s provide a better hanger to display the designs?
Next post will steer away from the controversy and stick to the glamour. There have already been loads of highlights to show already.
I’m hungry now.
L xx
