The US Open is over. There's only three more days of Fashion Week left. Burn Notice, Monk and Psych are almost gone... What am I going to do with myself?! Especially when Rock of Love ends? (Un)fortunately, I'll have cycle 9 of America's Next Top Model along with the shiny start of the Fall season (including Nathan Fillion on Desperate Housewives). In the meantime, I'll read a book or something. Sammy's House by Kristin Gore has been sitting on the bedside table for a week now looking slightly forlorn and beckoning me over with its bon mots.
Yesterday's news...
Super Sunday at New York Fashion Week
Nicholai by Nicky Hilton: Am I really supposed to believe that Nicky Hilton personally designed all these clothes? I was predisposed to dislike this show, but (oh, I can't believe I'm going to say this) it... wasn't bad. There were some bizarre missteps (the Chanel-esque/biker/shorts suit hybrid) and the evening dresses were ordinary and unappealing but there were a few metallic pieces I really liked and the lighting was the best I've seen so far. I guess Nicky is the lesser of two evils, but still...
Spring made an unapologetic debut in the form of Michael Kors' brights and pastels. Though a few of the looks reminded me of Fruit Stripe gum, Kors' jet-set collection was fun to look at even if, given the dough, I would never buy any of it (with the exception of the shiny gold men's shorts that would really just look divine on my husband, who I'll call Tom from now on, because that is his name.) Though the clothes are not for me, I enjoy Kors on Project Runway (and am still reeling from the sight of his twin mother).
Diane Von Furstenburg: As my friend Jamie said, "It's the definition of 70s resort wear. Someone get me a pina colada and where's the bowl to put my keys in at this party?" Need I say more?
DKNY: Karan had some beautiful white suits and not a lemon in sight! Too bad about those high-waisted pleated pants. Could pleated pants please go the way of the dinosaur? They flatter no one.
Ralph Lauren: Coming to a Jersey Outlet Mall next spring, Ralph Lauren's 40th Anniversary collection showed on Saturday but the pictures just came up last night. It's Derby time at RL. Bit of an unfortunate trend towards looking like grandma's couch and the entire line shouted, "I have more money than you! I have horses! I'm a jockey!" (I'm sure what he's really saying is "I'm on the pitch!" but "jockey" is marginally more funny).
Outside of fashion...
Right brain, left brain? What happens to moderate brain? A recent article in the Los Angeles Times stated that, "Previous psychological studies have found that conservatives tend to be more structured and persistent in their judgments whereas liberals are more open to new experiences." Well, that explains a lot.
Apparently the Kid Rock/Tommy Lee tussle at the VMAs took place while Alicia Keys was belting out George Michael's "Freedom". Yes, freedom is what I need from Kid Rock and Tommy Lee! My friend Cherie called it "white trash on white trash crime." Maybe those two should do a public service announcement about this problem.
I'm watching Ghost in hi-def while writing. Tom got an X-Box yesterday and I might have to go kill some things now.
Duking it out trailer style,
Ms. P
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