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December 08, 2004 11:00 AM- closet fashionista
Last week, a woman who works with me had the moxie to insist I tell her the name of my perfume because her boss was going to be in Brussels next week and she wanted her boss to buy her some (she knew from previous conversations that you can't get this particular scent stateside . . well, you CAN at Colonial Drug in Cambridge but I wasn't about to tell her that).
And when I say insist, I mean press me back into my chair and breathe clam chowder/cigarette breath into my face and threaten me with bodily harm. I am of course a total weakling who runs from conflict so I caved when she promised to never wear it to work (yeah right-- let's see her keep that promise). But I ask you, a woman's perfume is sacrosanct, n'est-ce pas? Shouldn't the Harpies of feminine etiquette descend upon her with impunity for this infraction of the inviolable code? Yes, I thought so.
My thoughts have turned to style of late not in small part due to the discovery of a most sparkling blog, LaCoquette, whose banner urges me not to hate her for living in Paris but she need not worry. I won't hate her-- I shall stalk her-- I'll be her number one fan *maniacal laugher*.
Perhaps she will get some reprieve as one of her posts directed me here, where you can peruse the Spring Collection of zillions of designers. I have already spent far too much time here and am feeling the terrible pain of withdrawl. Getting dressed this morning after lusting over Marc Jacobs last night was, in a word, torture.
Yes, I have let my secret perfume out to the world, why not expose all and admit that Marc Jacobs has been designing for me yet due to a terrible curse that was put on my head during my christening when my parents, circus performers that they are, failed to invite the thirteenth fairy who cursed me to live in the north woods of an uncivilized country with no hope of ever fulfilling my birthright which is to wear the clothes of Marc Jacobs.
I did scan a couple of other favorites but they just didn't have it this season (no matter WHAT the reviews say-- the reviews are WRONG, I'm telling you). Armani?-- oh god the hats, the hats! Run run---- Stella McCartney? Please. If I put something from this season's Dries Van Noten in front of you right next to a Stella McCartney you would not be able to guess which was which. Nobody would-- plus they suck. Ugh. And that is a definitive opinion. Despite my accursed status.
Final point in this oh-so-rare post about clothes and shoppping (as opposed to dogs, woodstoves, life in the hinterland, and lamps made from whale tusks)? This is a link, I found chez Maud that shows you the political leanings of some of your favorite emporiums. Do with it what you will.
got 2 cents?
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samantha says: woman, you are too, too funny. I hear you - I salivate over my Vogue, but also sigh at the never-ending quest for MORE MORE MORE - how do these people justify spending gazillons of dollars? It's a fantasy world.
I do have to give props to Stella for the round-toed shoes - it's good to see some not so teensy weensy Chinese torture shoes. But I will follow this link, and live in the fantasy world! And LaCoquette rocks.
posted on: December 08
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lizardek says: Not being much concerned with fashion or scents these days (I live in SWEDEN, what can I say??) I am mostly sitting here drooling over 1) your writing and 2) your links. Thanks!! posted on: December 08
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gatsby says: this is the fourth bad thing i've heard about the thirteenth fairy over the last two weeks-
unbelievable. posted on: December 08
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Coquette says: C'est vachement claire that Marc Jacobs is your birthright!
And oh, Stella. Permit me to be a fashion bitch for a moment and say WHAT WAS WITH THE JUMPSUIT VIBE??? She did have really cool invitations though. They were these high-techy plastic fans. That glowed in the dark. She forgot to invite me though. Oh well...
Merci mille fois for the props. posted on: December 08
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marc jacobs' biche says: oh Coco darling-- you are not a fashion bitch-- anyone who puts a jumpsuit on a runway deserves to be boiled in scorn . . posted on: December 08
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wee says: Yoiu know what?!! I just love you. No matter what you're wearing. I just had a rush of pure Poppy love and had to hurry over here to tell you. It might have had something to do with a comment you made about West Virginia, your brother and Jon Stewart. yup. posted on: December 08
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wee says: and uh...what's the deal with the thirteenth fairy?! you must tell me. It's so very...um...un-Wee to be left out of stuff that involves fairies! posted on: December 08
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samantha says: yes, I would also like to know what is the whole thirteenth fairy thing? And thirteenth is very, very hard to spell. posted on: December 08
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la fashionista says: wee--darlingest---- the 13th fairy-- isn't that the one who was not invited to Princess Aurora's christening and crashed the party anyway to curse little Roro (you don't think they called her Princess Aurora all the time, do you?) who then pricked her finger on a spinning wheel and fell into a deep, deep sleep and was known henceforth as Sleeping Beauty. At least that was what I thought I was referring to--- any Grimm aficianados out there who care to set me straight? posted on: December 08
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la fashionista says: oh and Wee? Somehow the context of your comment mentioning Jon Stewart, West Virginia and my brother gave me the creeps . . . *squealing* posted on: December 08
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bp says: wee-- my answer to your fairy question is above your question-- ha ha--- mercury is retrograde and my comments are getting wiggy. posted on: December 08
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Michelle says: Another slave to fashion? It is addicting I tell you. And quite troublesome as well because no matter how on-top of it all you are, there is no end to it, it just goes on and on and on. But, it's addicting all the same and I'm just glad to know I'm not the only one who is tortured by the ever-looming awareness of what I wish I was wearing. posted on: December 08
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river selkie says: bp- take comfort in the malicious idea that perfumes react differently with everyone's chemistry and the perfume on her might just make her smell like dead cockroaches. tis very possible.
and i totally understood the 13th fairy thing. posted on: December 09
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gatsby says: now that we've cleared up the fairy fiasco maybe we could move on to the "harpies of femine etiquette."
oh british petrol you've stolen moments of my day with your savy sentences. you are officially interesting- and in loo of your absence, eminem has accepted the award of "most interesting" on your behalf.
he thanked only his friends.
terrible. posted on: December 09
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jingles says: She made you tell her what perfume you wear. Umm, ever seen Single White Female?
Yeah... watch your back. That woman sounds like she's ten different kinds of freaky. posted on: December 09
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pastamasta says: Woah, Nelly, thou art verily several thousand times more clued-up than my poor self in the fashion department, since I have not heard of those names what you mentioned. Okay, so I'd heard of Armani (undiscovered tribes in the Amazon have heard of, and indeed are probably wearing, Armani) and I had a vague notion that the lovely Stella dabbled in underwear or something. That's about it. My fashion sense, when I can be bothered to have one, automatically gravitates to about 1992.
There are special voodoo utensils you can buy to make sure that anyone who dares, DARES, to usurp your perfuminess will stink like a week-rotten haddock. I know some people. Nod, wink etc. posted on: December 09
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Auntie M says: Who really can afford all those fasionable clothes, but it's nice to dream about it. One thing I'd like to do is go to a fashion show. It sounds like so much fun. posted on: December 09
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stephanie says: Yes, she crossed the line with the perfume thing. As already mentioned, it may smell like ka-ka on her. That's why I never wear anything raspberry-scented, smells like poop on me. Really. posted on: December 09
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Margaret says: Merci--je prefere les compagnies "bleues", et toi? Moi, je porte un parfum francais qui est tres difficile a trouver. (et ca coute cher) Il s'appelle Eau d'Issey, d'apres Issey Miyake, le couturier. Est-ce que tu le connais? posted on: December 09
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bp says: oui, Margaret-- je le connais. moi aussi je prefere les "eaux" car ils sont si legers et frais. posted on: December 10
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