The perfect spring catalog for a perfect and beautiful spring day! The sun is warm and shining, there’s a soft breeze, my layers of clothes can be lightweight instead of adding thick or excessive layers. I can’t wait for flowers galore! My mother has already placed freshly cut daffodils in my home back in the 317 and I wish I could grow and afford flowers in my apartment up here at school.
Anyway, my newer fav, Magdalena Frackowiak, graces the spring-y pages of the J.CREW catalog and brings the perfect amount of sweetness to the shots. Now, go play outside in the weather. Skip class and swing, it’s worth it people!
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So word is out that Anja Rubik is being the face for Fendi’s F/W 10-11 campaign. Not only does this excite me, but she’s apparently taking Jamie Bochert’s place as the face of Lanvin. I liked Jamie’s ads for Lanvin, they worked well with the flow of Lanvin’s expected flows and draping, but I’m really excited to what Anja will bring to the table. I think it would be great to have them both, but I suppose Alber is only feeling one girl at the moment. Straight to the top Anja, the world is yours, girl.
I was sitting in HTM today thinking about who I would place as my style icons. History of costume is a highly interesting subject for me and I could honestly study it and never get tired. I will add my icons as I think of them, but one has to be noted. Certainly, one of my favorite periods of costume was during the 18th Century, especially the 
Marie Antoinette comes to mind during this time period as one of the most iconic fashion leaders during this period, probably because of the endless paintings that took place and her stance.
It’s Coco Rocha in April’s Flare! It’s sweet and fun all in one. Yes, I just rhymed that shit. I love the McQueen, the ostrich skirt is wonderful, the chalk is a good backdrop, take away the D&G denim, the red Lanvin and feather headpiece and dammit, I just love Miss Coco, soon to be a Mrs. She always seemed like such an intelligent woman, and I do forget she’s only a little over a month older than I am, so I feel we could be the best of friends. Once again I’m in fantasy and here’s to a perfect spring shoot!
I’ve lost all hope in humanity. Really?! Okay, apparently before that awkward powder incident, she’s parading around town with Perez, a horrendously golden Perez at that. Not only that, but the picture with the one and only fabulous Liza leaves me absolutely speechless. It’s like spotting a rare animal mating out in the wild. This actually frightens me to no extent and I want to know what is happening in the world that it has to chew and spit this at me ever so violently. Well, I don’t know what to think about this world. I expect you to be bringing on the Apocalypse, raining frogs, blood, and all that jazz. Life apparently is no cabaret, old chum, so please tell me why this had to happen. I need Ms. Norbury to gather us in the school gym and explain this to me through group exercises and quickly thought up reasoning, because I have nothing that could help at this point.
Okay, apparently the first is at a Paramount party and the Lilo in a turquoise dress is at Perez’s birthday bash. Anyway, you have to wonder why she’s even there. I…just…don’t. On one hand, Lindsay is looking pretty good and has laid of the tanning. Only if she just let her lips alone and didn’t try so hard being sexy. She can do that without trying, otherwise it comes off skanky and filthy, and the latter is what has been really shining lately. Girl, call up Tina and get yourself back on track. Do it for me and my sanity, please and thank you. I’ll bring you endless Red Bull and Parliments you could ever dream of. Think of me, will you. Think of me.
Mmm, it’s no secret that I love sequins and long island ice teas. While Charlize is wearing a splendid amount of sequins here, she’s also a tall glass of long island ice tea, whatever that even means (I mean that with all sincerity and kindness, Charlize, as that could mean one part smog, three parts “The Jersey Shore,” with a splash of Coke. A compliment is what we wanted). She is a glamazon and dripping sparkles better than Ke$ha could vomit from a bender as a result from drinking and brushing with a bottle of Jack, which very well might be as dangerous as drinking and driving. Keep up the pretty, Charlize.
Lindsay, Lindsay, Lindsay. I’m highly confused what is happening in these latest photos. While I see your potential and that shining star that has since faded into oblivion of “The Insider” interviews and endless wackadoo Tweets about something or other. I don’t even know what to say? Unless you are too high to remember how to do coke, this confuses me at a level I cannot comprehend.
In an all gold editorial for i-D, Abbey Lee makes Prada, McQueen, and Sonia Rykiel among others sexier than usual. No matter how sexy she is, I just want to squeeze her and be friends. I like her so much more than Miranda Kerr, because she has more editorial and runway appeal. Much more than just a pretty face. Enjoy space cadets.
