Friday, September 6, 2013


Yesterday was the first day of Fashion Week over there in the beautiful New York City.
It's on my bucket list to attend Fashion Week one day {a girl can dream, right?}
I remember when I was pursuing modeling and all I could think about were those
white Mercedes-Benz tents and the crisp morning of early September after Anna Wintour had
published the infamous September issue of Vogue.

My first September issue came in 2007.
I was just thirteen years old, and I had been inspired by the Valentino show portrayed
in the movie, The Devil Wears Prada.
I can recall the music of the movie, the clothes, the skyscrapers of New York and those lights of Paris, and the way that Anne Hathaway wore those knee-high Chanel boots in the scene after Nigel converts her to fashion.

Everything clicked in that middle-school mind of mine, and I had decided: I will do whatever it takes to get into fashion. Marc Jacobs was my favorite designer, Anna Wintour and Grace Coddington became the wisest women I knew of, Twiggy made it okay for me to have a boyish figure {something I'm totally proud of to this day}, models like Coco Rocha, Bruna Tenorio, Raquel Zimmermann, Gemma Ward, and Sasha Pivovarova were the models that I followed religiously on the ready-to-wear shows, and individuals such as Gilles Bensimon or Patrick Demarchelier were photographers that I would have been honored to shoot with.

So I religiously read my Vogue issues, and when the September issue documentary was shown in my fashion and merchandising class just a few years later, I eagerly recalled the first time I saw color blocking and a haute couture editorial. I was in love again, and at that time a small photographer was pursuing me. {Sadly I decided at the time that pursuing a career as a doctor was a better thing to do than immersing myself in vanity, and the photographer soon went away and I haven't heard from him since. I laugh about it now because science and I don't mix whatsoever, while words and clothes and I...well, those are my passions. Hooray for wanting to change the world, no?}.

Nonetheless, there was a time that I was completely, and utterly enthralled in fashion. For sometime during my senior year I still wondered to myself, Perhaps I could have a career as a writer or an editor in fashion... But it's a silly thought that I don't dare admit out loud to anyone because, really, the stakes are too high, and I am going to be too old too soon, and, well, the OC isn't NYC...

Today is still the second week of FW F/W 2013, though, and I bet that New York feels like Christmas for people like editors, designers, stylists, models, photographers, city-goers, even...

And I am quite jealous of them all. ;)

As vain and as expensive as the whole world of fashion is, I can't help but adore it. Really. Not just for the shoes and clothes, but for the art and for all of the words that come with it.

I, being the small-town girl that I am, have never owned designer things.
But sometime last year, in a little thrift store, I came across a pair of black women's slacks. They're high waisted and button up to the top. They're cuffed at the bottom, and the seams are just right.
Real material...designer? I wondered.
And on the tag it read: Made In Italy.
And: Dolce & Gabbana.

I kind of died. And they're kind of my favorite thing I've ever bought.
$40 for a pair of vintage designer D&G pants, I think yes!
I put them on occasionally. Though I am no size 2 in clothes from, say, Target,
I can manage a 0 in European least those pants anyways. {Makes no sense to me.}
They fit a bit too big, but I am determined to wear them soon if I get the chance
to dress up fancy.

And the best part? They're meant solely for sky-high heels. About 5 inches to be exact. Which puts me at a whopping 6 feet tall. I wish this weren't true, but it is. I'll learn to embrace my height eventually, guys!
So I guess you could say that, all around, they make an outfit feel like a million bucks.
And they assure me that I don't need to be some fashion-somebody to put on a good outfit
and feel good wearing it.

Happy Fashion Week, everyone.
And happy styling to those who love to
take this whole month's worth of looks literally.
I'm excited for:
Anna Sui,
Diane Von Furstenberg,
BCBG Max Azria,
and Zac name a few.


Below are some of those editorial pictures from the 2007 issue that completely changed everything.



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