13. 3.17.08
March 18th, 2008 § 2 Comments
We’re going out for St. Patrick’s Day. I’ve already been pinched twice for not wearing green and being pinched reminded me of how much I hated this holiday when I was in elementary school. The prevalence of bullies meant pinchers a-plenty, even when I was clearly wearing a smooth shade of olive. Although I’ve been musing heavily about the role fashion and, more broadly, aesthetics, should ideally play in my life, and whether fashion and superficiality automatically equate one another, today’s post will not reflect those musings. Instead, a few short notes.
In the works here at FFW are a guest column from one of my favorite fashionistas and an interview with a talented New York artist who also happened to introduce me to goat cheese in 2001. Also, things I learned about how to take care of vintage clothing, a look at Bret Easton Ellis, and maybe, if I still feel like it, moustache pictures.
One last thing before I traipse down to the local pub: I’ve noticed that there’s been an increase in body con dresses on the hipster eBay circuit. Is this merely part of the whole 80s resurgence or signs of something more… waif-tastic? I have yet to see anyone with commonplace lumps and bumps wearing one of these things.
ALAS!! The Body Con dress is by all reports here in London, IN IN IN. And unlike the rest of us whose waists prefer to elude them, the results are disastrous. I went ahead and got all riled up over osman yousefzada for mango dresses (only 40 pounds?!) only to discover to my shock and disappointment that my favorite one was body con, and my body has no self-con, instead it has a little belly that ruined all my best laid plans. pity me, ye of the cinched waist belt.
Those OY for Mango dresses are so beautiful. Argh argh argh. Except I don’t even know where I would find one here in MV — I don’t suppose I could even find one in SF, and I hear ya on the little belly front. I was just admiring mine this morning. I’ve been coveting a little primary-colored body con dress on the Internets for the last week, except I could never ever wear it, so I bought $30 ankle boots instead. I miss you, lady, and I owe you a big long email.