Aug 30 2008
Ickle and Fickle
I’VE STARTED A SECOND BLOG TO HAVEN MY WANTON FASHION/PHOTOGRAPHY ADDICTIONS… PLEASE CHECK IT OUT AND HELP ME GENERATE TRAFFIC, LEAVE LOTS OF COMMENTS, AND OF COURSE, TELL EVERYONE!
Topic: Chloé My Sweet
Once upon a time… just kidding.
This isn’t really fashion oriented but I aforementioned the proverbial and yet mildly boring inventory of thought (The List) in a prior posting lest the curiosity of readers really wanted to know, although I forewarn… it’s really more a random questionnaire of interests. This is what comes of blogging and creative mind overdosing.
Does anyone use the word transmogrify besides me?
If black is the new black mandating the city streets of
New York, then why is Elle Woods always garbed in blinding–and somehow adorably radioactive– pink?
Is harboring an asylum of 579846 pairs of savage kicks (shoes) considered overkill?
Why… I mean, seriously why is it that (and I mention undoubtedly) couture is a rapacious, impervious, uber-chic and somewhat obtrusive lust… and yet jeans remain a universal staple?
Why just Breakfast at Tiffany’s… why not lunch and dinner?
Did you know that my most aspiratory, insanely creative thoughts torpedo a chaotic random-yness whilst the most enigmatically inconvenient moments… like REM!
Outfit: Shirt, Ralph Lauren boys. Skirt and Belt, Vintage. Heels, Jessica Bennett.
