Friday, September 5, 2008

I told you....

I told you..... Naughty Monkey Shoes.... Sorry but they cannot be associated with our country's executive offices. Imagine these shoes, next to... say Carla Bruni's Hermes boots?! From now on, I am calling her, "Hooker Mom" with $80 shoes!

The black jacket she was wearing on the last day of the convention - after McCain's speech.... it had huge, hideous shoulder pads that went up and down as she moved her arms - bunching fabric all over! Ill-fitted, to say the least!

As my Partner-in-Crime says... "what's up with that hair!?!!? a la Big Love?!??!?!!"

This election will be .. Potter-Dumbledore vs Fudge-Umbridge - Isn't it clear which is the Good??!!

Friday, August 29, 2008

Very Anti-Fashion.....

Normally, I am not political. Wait! I am very political but do not share that with the world. Only Loquacious, Vegas Shopper and my Partner-in-Crime know my inner political thoughts - which tend to be very politically incorrect.

So, when I was driving to my early morning client meeting this morning, and found out that Leader of the Geriatric Brigade decided to pick former Miss Alaska-Runner-up to be on his Election ticket as VP, my head was spinning at 100 mph with evil thoughts.

First.. she looks so old for 44 year old! My goodness, I am 44 turning 45. No excuse for the last-minutes long flight from Alaska to Ohio - she had the comfort of private jet!

Then... she could be VP of the US of A... from Alaska?!! - the state with the population of... 600K? 700K? where 52% of that is male - whose signature fashion is to have the faded circle on the Levi's from toting Copenhagen?! I have not yet recovered from the trauma of witnessing horrific "spitting" scenes in the white-collar offices in Alaska - even after 17 years...

And she has a nerve to call Hillary a whiner!

Mrs. Geriatric Brigade can coach her on some refined fashion... like Oscar.... that is... only if Mr de la Renta allows himself and his fine creation to be anywhere near the woman who probably smells like fish and gun powder?! No.. the best Mrs. Palin deserves is.... Tory Burch! Yuck!!

I told ya - I am very politically incorrect - it's nice to be female, non-Caucasian and over 40 because I cannot be politically incorrect on my own types!

Maybe, as my political contributions EVER to GOP - I should give a gift of 3 year subscription to Harper's Bazaar to Miss Alaska-runner-up.....

I feel generous!

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

ελληνικά, ιαπωνικά, ένα πρόσωπο, μία φυλή

My Partner-in-Crime is in Greece....Rhodes Island to be exact. I have "a thing" for Greece. I have never been there - I cannot even read Greek except βαψ. The closest personal encounter with anything "Greek" for me is to go to Opa! in Las Vegas and do those "swirling" Greek traditional dance, drinking some Greek red wine I cannot prounce.

But I do have this itch for Greece ever since I saw Mediterraeo over 15 year ago. I can't explain what or why - I just love to watch this movie - ALONE (yes, it is very important that I watch this ALONE!). I even bought a region-free, PAL compatible DVD player so that I can buy the DVD from U.K. and watch it on this side of the Pond.

The story is set in Greece (in Megisti Island to be exact...) -but in Italian - which makes it even more pleasant to listen to (though I don't understand Italian at all....). I know I won't survive a week on a remote island like Megisti - where there is no Sushi - no English - forget Japanese. I doubt very much they have high-speed internet access. I know for sure, there is not Lanvin. I know people are probably very "traditional" (=even chauvenistic?!) and I will forever be a foreigner there. But then, there still lives a very optimistic (or stupidly naive) "moi" - longing to move there - yes not just to visit - but to move. Same sort of itch I have for France- to move to a village where you walk to your village boulangerie and butcher shop every morning for your baguettes and carne...

Someday- I will be there..... sell everything I have here and move to a sunny Greek island (tiny one) where I fish my own food out of the sea and make my own sushi.... my skin getting all tanned and leathered from sunshine......


Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Lazy Summer....

I have been very busy hording on 60+% off Lanvin goodies at Barneys - I forgot to write this blog thing!

The Vegas Shopper being on Summer break meaning nobody reminds me of blogspot - until my daughter's Moula Teacher started her blog!

Our Beloved Moula Teacher is on her way to China - to be exact - Hunan Province - the land of General Tso Chicken. She will be volunteering for a year teaching in China - though her original plan was to teach in Georgetown, Guyana. Good-bye Jim Jones , Hello Falung Gong! (wooops now my blog is banned and censored in China....)

I know she will have a great year in a whole new world!! I hope she will have time to go to Wulingyuan - pretend to be Confucius (which by the way - was introduced to the Western world by Matteo Ricci - way to go Jesuit!!!)

Which reminds me... Confucius says, "He who will not economize will have to agonize"

Tough words for the world of Fall-Winter fashion shopping season....

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Shopping Euphoria is coming…

Yes, it’s May. It’s nothing but the beginning of Sale season in Fashion industry! First 40% off… then 60-75% off…. It’s high adrenaline time. A few of my friend actually fly to New York to catch Barney’s 60%+ off sales. That fabulous $6,000 Lanvin dress you salivated – will be $2,400 – Those fabulous $890 Christian Louboutin platforms will be $250! Purchases are done on “best discount deal” basis – NEVER on “Do-I-Need-This” basis.

Guys who love to watch women’s wrestling – should come to see the women’s couture sales. Better yet, forget watching Super Bowl and come to Mario’s in Seattle. Stakes are just as high at Mario’s as twice-a-year SOLDES at Hermes in Paris. People line up at the wee-hours in the morning on freezing February morning outside the store – kicking the homeless out of his comfortable bed. Soon the street is filled with estrogen cheers… counting down for the opening. When the doors open… it is scary! Imagine those ants swarming around, aiming into the one ant hole…. Wild buffaloes and mustangs stampedes.......That’s how it is at the Mario’s Super Bowl Sale…. Women will run, knock any weak and feeble down to the floor – any mannequins on the way will be knocked down… they are aiming to the upstairs women’s floor… RUNNING.

Well…. Here’s my confession…. I was one of them… I got to the store first, parked my car right in front of the store. I successfully kicked the homeless out of the doorway area so that I could set up my camping chair out and get comfortable…and cozy in my floor-length mink coat. I even bought AND wore a pair of Uggs for this occasion. When the store opened, I ran like I used to when I was 12 and I lost my daughter in this huge crowed for a while. Luckily, my daughter had much better sense than I did – and stayed out of the Herd.

Ahh…I need to book my JetBlue!

My Book Repot - first ever!

Since I returned from my Vegas trip, I have been enjoying my slower work schedule. I have been attending a various seminars required by the Bar….. which means I have been spending good chunk of my daytime reading a few fun books.

The Vegas Shopper detest this – but I read Michael Tonello’s “Bringing Home a Birkin” – in one day. Now that’s a Christmas miracle – for an immigrant to read a 272 page book in one day! I actually pre-ordered a few copies – one for me, and one for my Partner-in-Crime. On the day the book was to come out, I took a day off and stayed home until the postman showed up. (I knew that Amazon will deliver them to me on the date of publishing…. just like they did with Harry Potter books). Afterall, the book has been labeled "Birkin Expose" by the New York Post.... that's Major!

Here’s my confession….. Michael did secure some very hard-to-find limited Hermes scarves for me. One time, I begged him to go to Belgium to attend a charity fund raising so that he will be able to buy this one special design Hermes scarf. About 4 years ago, I had a dream of crocodile Birkin hopping outside of my front porch, “talking” to me why I did not take her home with me (after I actually rejected a crocodile Birkin from Hermes in New York). Who cured my remorse? Michael! He got me a crocodile Birkin from Zurich and sent to my hotel in Paris while I was there. I sent him Peet’s Coffee and he sent me my “drugs”.

After the book came out, I heard that some people were planning to protest outside the Hermes stores (for what? I don’t know…). I wonder if Hermes will be inundated with people coming to the store asking…. “I know you are hiding some Birkins in the back!! I demand to see a few or I will make a big scene out here!!”

Well, it’s good that Hermes stores have security guards! They are standing at the doors, not just to block Oprah’s entry into the store….but they are there to protect MY Bags hiding in the back for just in case I decide to call or pop in!

That reminds me….what should I do to reward myself for working 60 hours/week for the last three months……

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Vegas, Vegas, Vegas....

I just had my weekend in Vegas - thought it would be good for me to be surrounded by endless retailers - I wanted to check out Palazzo and Barneys New York. More than that, I needed to see my friends.. The Vegas Shopper, Westcoast Fashionista, and Chrome Hearts Queen, the Vice Guy... and Hermes Hombre and his wife Jockin' Jill.

I knew something was odd even before we landed Vegas. Every single flight to Vegas I have taken in the last 7 years was a loud party - people were ready to gamble and they were intoxicated even before they boarded their planes. This time, I thought I was going down to attend Bar Association's Estate Planning conference. I actually slept on my way to Vegas.

When I stepped into the Vegas Airport terminal - again, I thought I arrived at St. Paul/Minneapolis.... no blinging lights.... no chiming of slot machines. Very serene for once.

As we checked in our hotel - again, for Friday.... the Casino looked very empty. Oh well, that's ok - I never gamble anyway, and I come to Vegas to see my friends, to shop and to dine. In less than two days, we strolled through Bellagio's Via Bellagio, Caesar's Forum Shops, Venetian's new Palazzo. I noticed... over and over, I see same stores with bored employees... and same porn-chic girls all dressed the same - cookie-cutter outfits - made to look like strippers - strolling along British tourists which added a nice pseudo-sophistication to the mega pseudo-city.

We used to say, if the girls' skirts hemline gets shorter, that means we are in recession? Even on holidays, I could not help myself quickly doing some cost accounting.... why do Bally, Ferragamo, Coach and all have to have 5 stores within 1/2 mile radius? Let alone.... mostly empty? Did you hear Louis Vuitton will open 30,000 sqr food store in City Center? That's their 3rd within 5 blocks! Like Westcoast Fashionista says... it's testosterone-driven craziness! I hope the retailers are thinking of 20 years ahead to break-even in Vegas... no way you make money - or if they actually make any profit in Vegas now or soon, that proves that we the shoppers are simply dumb...

which put me back on the porn-chic young women we encountered in Vegas.... Barneys New York should hold some seminar for them and give out Simon Doonan's new book Eccentric Glamour..... I read it, feeling.... I am not alone!..... (Blond-Ambition Partner-in Crime knows beside Tory Burch, I had Rachel Zoe passionately!)

No I did not buy anything from Hermes... I did not buy anything Lanvin..... but I made my Am Ex scream while at Chrome Hearts! .... now that's Socialite mixing with Existentialist!

Perhaps, I should attend that Estate Planning Conference in July......

Monday, April 7, 2008

I Love Paris!

I woke up early this morning, as I do everyday, with my NPR morning news. In my half sleep, I heard - "Paris".... "Torch"...... "Fire"...... I woke up thinking "My Paris is Burning!!?? My Lavin!! My Hermes!!"

Much to my relief, as we all know - it was about the Olympic relay torch that was NOT burning because of protest. I listened to the news with nice, warm, fuzzy feelings.... since the Bastille Day, has French actually protested violently that involves fire?? ...well, besides their regular labor and student strikes that make the City of Light smelly.

It reminded me our version of infamous '99 WTO protest in our sleepy, tree-hugging, java town. That was violent. I could not leave office because I was too stupid to go to work which was 2 blocks away from the WTO venue. I saw people wearing gas-masks walking around downtown. Even police horses had high-tech masks. People walked around naked in our wet, cold November weather...

When I saw photos of my beloved Paris protest, I realized, even under these stressful situations, Paris gendames look chic in their "inspired by Tour de France " inline skating gears. Even protestors with banners dress nicely - look even regal -over there. "Droit de l'homme" sounds more intelligent and sophisticated than... "human rights"...

Everything they do in Paris - it's done with Class and Style.... Everything we do in Seattle, it's done with grunge as by Sadgasm.

I know Dalai Lhama is coming to our town in a few days after the Olympic torch comes to The City (=San Francisco, of course). I hope we the West Coaster can decorate Golden Gate Bridge and Space Needle with Panache....

Monday, March 31, 2008

That Asian Touch....

I had a rare occasion of having some time for myself just last weekend. Determined to have some exceptional, and unusual time, I have decided to got to a Spa - not just any relaxing spa playing Enya and Kitaro with Lavender candles... I mean a real Korean spa.

For some of you who have not heard of Korean Spa.... imagine - a great big place that has several different relaxation room in different temperature... my favorite is "Salt Room" where the floor is literally, heated salt, with linen on top - you lie down there... listen to the sound of breeze, ocean and seagulls.... nice, right?! Imagine a huge hot tub hall - where there are 4-5 different tubs - again with various temperatures from 60 to 104.... making you feel like you are in a Roman Empire (without being in Vegas....). On top of all these - imagine getting a invigorating body scrub with warm moisturizing body wrap.... And if you though that was too good to be true - to have all these at your disposal in one place.... how about a restaurant and tea room... .. You are talking about 5 hour stay at this Spa.

Well... what's that saying.... if it is too good to be true.... it is... Don't get me wrong - this is a great spa - just very different from what we normally think of... spa.

First- when you check in, they issue you a hand towel, bath towel, a bath robe in the same quality as hospital gown, and shower cap. Then this middle aged Korean woman tells you - you must wear your cap at all time.... I thought "ok... strange, but no big deal". Then soon you notice.... you don't understand background chit-chatting.... when you realize - you are surrounded mostly by Korean women. Oh, by the way, spa is for women only. No men allowed.

I was then escorted to the hot tub hall area. I have never seen soooo many naked Asian women in one place. I think they knew right away that I was not one of them because they stared at me, turned around and started to yap yap in Korean. My idea of Roman Public Bath time was.... ruined a bit - but I just grabbed my April issue of Harper's Bazaar and ignored Korean background noise.

I decided to navigate myself to "Salt Room" - relax on the hot salt floor.... close my eyes... imagine I was back in the Caribbeans...... As I opened the door to the Salt Room, I was greeted by about half dozen walrus.. or at least that's what I thought. I went in - lied down - closed my eyes - to deny the situation I was in.

After spending about 90 min. or so - immersing myself fully into this Korean spa culture... it was my appointment time for body scrub with moisturizing wrap. Now this is Korean spa. There is no individual room for treatment - the treatment area is right next to the hot tub hall area... no Enya, No Kitaro - you hear other people taking hot tub. There were about 10 plastic covered massage tables (I guess they are tables, not massage beds...). The surroundings made me think, "I guess this is what ( Turkish steam bath + Bangkok massage ) divided by 2 for men is like....".

This Korean lady came to greet me. She told me her name is "Bobbie". Just like being at any nail salons in big cities.... my first word after the greeting was ,"huh?" Then she repeated, "MY NAME BOBBIE". I pretended I could not hear well because of background noises of people splashing hot water.....

I climbed up where she pointed - face down. Then the scrub started.

Oh when they scrub, they mean scrub. Nothing gentle, No soothing lavender oil.... just scrub with those Korean scrubbing mittens on their hands. I knew they were taking revenge on me personally for what Japanese did to their ancestors during the World War II..... I was sure they were related to Kim Jong-Il. As they scrub and sandpaper my body, they splash bucket full of hot water to rinse away my skin.. dead or alive..... That torture lasted 45 min. Yes, I was so awake during the "relaxing, yet invigorating scrub" I kept looking at the clock. Then Bobbie explained to me that moisturizing body wrap has some ... "blah blah blah honey blah blah olive blah blah milk massage, OK?" I just said... "no problem..."

I felt something "moisturizing" poured on my body all over... then comes slapping and shaking massage. By then I was convinced that the whole place was feeding these images from our torture chamber to North Korea - so that The Supreme Commander would not feel lonely.... especially when I hear Bobbie talking loudly about something with fellow Korean comrades. Me, telling myself.... "this is not Canyon Spa - I didn't pay the Canyon Spa price...." - like a mantra.

After about 90 min being on the massage table being scrubbed, scraped, and seasoned with olive oil, honey and milk, shaken and slapped. I actually felt pretty good - I think I became Korean!

I felt so good... it did not bother me that restaurant only served Korean kimchi, bibimbap, and yuk ke jang. I happily ate my dolsot bibimbap... drove home as I kept feeling my smooooooth arms.
ps - This is my very first "photoshop" - I know it's crude but I will be better in a few years....

Monday, March 24, 2008

As much as The Vegas Shopper cheers the Tar Heelees,  I cheer the Blue Devils.  Yes, it is sad to see that our Blue Devils are out of the March Madness so early this year... but hey, does Tar Heel hoop coach has his own website?  Everybody knows Coach K.... but who is the Tar Heel coach?  

For as long as I remember, Coach K has been the Duke Coach....  I think Carter was our President when he joined Duke...... I was a senior in high school.

When I was a senior in high school,  Coach K was not our regular conversation topic at school.  Even though our high school is the "real" State 4A Basketball champion (before Shadle Park "the nemesis" took our glory after a hearing-impaired referee gave points for this after-the-buzz-shot), none of our players were "Duke" material.

That, of course, changed with the Class of 1985.  This time, my lucky sister happened to be in the same class with our future Duke player, Quin Snyder.  And again, my lucky sister got to witness the first Championship trophy - the one we were supposed to get in 1981.

That was the beginning of my relationship with Coach K.  He recruited some very handsome players - like Christian Laettner.  Oh, his last-second shoot that brought '92 Duke championship was a sweet revenge after our bitter loss from more than a decade prior.  (Sadly, though... I have put him along with Andrew McCarthy... "not-aged-well" column....)

Last week, I received boxes of "stuff" from my parents - stuff, they claimed, are mine that are taking up their space.  I opened them - and they were old photo albums - oh so innocent moi growing up.  Then I found this big big binder that I did not recognize.  It was a binder-full of Quin Snyder and other high school basketball stats from 1984-85 that my sister collected.  Pre-Duke-fame-Quin and his buddies - no wrinkles, no love-handles.... certainly not 41 years old....

Hmmm.... The Vegas Shopper loves to collect anything... I wonder if I should send him this binder...  After all, I know that he is a "closet" Blue Devil....  Oh and what does this have to do fashion??   I must say our Blue is more slimming and "blue State" blue than Your "made for George Bush's Hermes tie" blue....

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Easter... Caviar.... still shopping to me....

I have never had Easter with my daughter in town.  My daughter and the Loquacious usually visit his family in California (and yes, Northern CA.. not Southern CA).  I normally stay home with our doggies as this is my very busy work season.  This year, they decided to stay home.  So I learned, for the first time, what people do in this country for our spoiled kids this time of year.

I had NO idea why my daughter and Loquacious were so obsessed about making hard-boiled eggs, getting vinegar, etc and that had to get done by Saturday.  I thought... 'just making painted eggs, right? why not next weekend... I am very busy this weekend designing my home-theatre with my audio engineers ....'.  

While I was out, they made 10 or so colored eggs.  Then the Loquacious nudged me to see him in private.  When I saw his very serious face, I thought I was going to get an earful about my shopping addiction and how much I just spent.  He said, "now, listen, I have a bag full of gooddies hidden in your shoes room behind your tall boots.  After she goes to sleep, you have to hide all the eggs we made... and then filled the basket with those goodies and hide the basket also.  I also have plastic eggs filled with chocolate and you have to hide them also... roger!!??"

My reaction was.... "huh?"   Well,  I did not know that kids in the U.S. have this "easter bunny" (which has been referred as "He" so I guess it is a male bunny), who surprises kids on Easter Sunday.

Sure enough, around 8:00 pm, my daughter put this basket full of eggs in the middle of the living room.  Again, not knowing anything, I scolded my daughter for messing up the room - only this time, she had THE reason because she had to put it there for The Easter Bunny.  She proudly told me what this Bunny would do with the eggs she made and the empty basket.  She demanded that I stay free and clear from the entire floor because if I would be sitting there playing with my new MacBook Air, he would not come!

Around 11:00pm,  my sleep was abruptly interrupted by a call from Loquacious confirming that I do understand what I had to do. 

I know about the Easter - and may I say - I know THE proper way to observe the Easter - you check out the Vatican website, listen to the Pope's message and then go to the most important and sacred mass of the entire year.  Forget Christmas - everybody has birthday - after all, if he hasn't risen from the dead, he would have been just another unlucky dude who cross the Romans (woo that's spooky - huge gusty wind just blew outside and shook our cedar tree outside of the living room....).   It has nothing to do with yet another retail requirement to satisfy our kids.  

But all well, looking at my daughter in big surprised eyes, searching for eggs and basket this morning, and yes, she still really believes the Bunny and Santa are real.... I forgive our retailers.

I, on the other hand,  watched the Pope but skipped the Mass and - and enjoyed my Iranian Ostera caviar - as my egg goodies of the day.   Now I have to hunt for fresh foies gras...

Friday, March 21, 2008

Shame on me....

Beside my fashion weakness.... I have my Techy Gadget Weakness.  I am known to go to the other side of the Atlantic, looking for Uber cellphones.   When Sony came out with tiny handheld Vaio PC, I had to get it.   When iPhone came out, I procured mine that weekend.  

So it is no surprise that I have been salivating over MacBook Air... since it first came out.  So much so that I cut my time at the Bergdorf... going across the 5th Avenue to play with one of those thin, slick machines... among the hardcore geeks.

Well - The Search is Over.  I have succumbed.  I said "no" to the-drop-dead-beautiful emerald green silk Lanvin dress.... and yes to MacBook Air.....  It's Easter - lent is over... the Spring has come!

Nobody with an once of fashion sense will settle with those PC laptop/notebooks.  They are plain ugly.... even Sony Vaio looks flat boring sitting next to.... MacBook Air.   Can you imagine one of those ugly Dell laptop emerging out of a lilac ostrich birkin?!  No way.

Now that I think..... Apple, Lanvin, and Hermes are very similar in a way... Beautifully made products that are pieces of art.  So I must buy their "art" just as some people donate $ to museums and ballet companies....

Now I feel better about my weakness.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Blond-Ambition-Partner in Crime

I have the most fabulous Partner in Crime.  Diane Sawyer will be able to play a good double of my PIC (but no no not, Martha Stewart).  My Blond Ambition PIC and I are like Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis - she is tall, blond and beautiful... et Moi = Asian version of Linda Blair in Exocist 1.... got it? short... chubby.... small eyes.....

We are Partners in Crime - because we have the same weakness - oh, beautiful clothes... fabulous bags.... etc etc.  If The Vegas Shopper tests West Coast Fashionista's true love for him by showing her the inside of his Storage-full of Start Wars "stuff", we test ours with vast, vast collections of designer clothes sitting in the back of our cars and way deep inside our closet..... and oh, yes a few still hanging in the office also. (On this, I know West Coast Fashionista is one of us though!)   She is my Shoppaholic Anonymous Buddy - she is my Mommy buddy - she is my "we are the product of girls' catholic school" buddy..... Ultimate Sister.

So as Blond Ambition Partner in Crime and I got together for lunch today (which is really rare because both of us work crazy hours at 100 MPH so we normally don't get to eat lunch).... we decided to walk inside our Nordstrom Flagship store here in town.... surrounded by "supposed-to-be" beautiful things... in calm serenity.

My expectation went high when I saw a tall young pretty model walking around wearing designer clothes with a plaque in her hand.... like they do at Saks in NYC - models walking around "advertising" in whatever the designer she has on.  I told to my Partner in Crime - "oh look!  Model in clothes with the designer name plaque walking around!! - just like at Saks!!"

Sadly though... it did not take 2 seconds to notice the name written on the plaque said.... "TORY BURCH".  My Partner in Crime knew what was coming..... nudging me "oh no, don't say anything... I know, Girl, don't say anything...."  I grew 50 more wrinkles on my face by just looking at that name!  I could embrace Saks model walking around wearing beautiful fur coat, with plaque reading "FUR SALON" - even if it was a day after being mildly forced to watch this video on how poor animals were trapped and killed and bloody-skinned and vowed NEVER buy a new fur.... (= wearing vintage fur where those animals were killed for some other person 50 years ago is ok!)  

After being quiet for the entire escalator ride from the Floor 1 to Floor 3... I had to say.... "Tory Burch!!!  Ugh!!" - still having convulsion... with sad realization.... High Fashion in NYC=designer fur.... Seattle=Tory Burch......

I am a fashion whore and I compromise all sorts of integrity and moral for fashion - but there is this very clear line I will not cross ... Thou Shalt not Wear Tory Burch!  

To me, her clothes encapsulate everything hideous about Southern California/Orange County - her clothes are made for those Desperate Housewife of Orange County.... with fake everything.  On top of that her clothes are Made in China.  I am ok with South America, Turkey, Eastern Europe... but China.... I have a problem.  They are sooo good at stealing intellectual property of everybody... I can't stand them!  AND, if you actually watch Lipstick Jungle, you know that fashion designs are not considered work of art nor intellectual property =  no protection!   Just a thought of one of those Chinese factories decides to copy my sacred Lanvin and mass-manufacture for Target at $29.99.....  oh I get frightened.  So I do not like any designer who patron Chinese manufacturing industries.  

If in doubt... read Deluxe by Dana Thomas.... you will be like me... NEVER go near Marc Jacobs and drink Moet et Chandon.

Now I have ranted and showed my true viciousness - Relax.... and welcome to the Pleasuredome......

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Us the Middle-Age...

As I am a product of the 80's, it give me a great joy to find Andrew McCarthy on NBC's Lipstick Jungle. Last time I saw him on a screen of any size, it was in early 90's - Joy Luck Club, where I was heartbroken to see his thinning, receding hairline. No, I was not "Andrew McCarthy" girl - that was my sister - I was more like "Rob Lowe" type - never mind about McDreamy as I did not know he even existed until I took my daughter to see Disney's "Enchanted" last year - oh No, that's not correct. I saw a photo of him on the cover of Seattle Magazine last year or so, featuring "Seattle's Best Doctor". There was this photo of Dr Shepherd at Grace something hospital I've never heard of - and I actually try to locate this doctor's office.

So, back to Lipstick Jungle - I watched this program's entire episodes in one night because I wanted to spot Brook Shields carrying my favorite Bottega Cabat bag in black patent - exactly the same one that is supposed to be coming on its way from Bottega store in Las Vegas. But my minds and eyes were fixated on our 80's Brat Pack boy. He still had that cute Mama's boy shy smile that my sister found irresistible (again, not me!). Then I kept thinking about our aging process... how Brook Shields aged since the time of "Pretty Baby" - or "Blue Lagoon".... and Andrew McCarthy from "Class" and "St Elmo's Fire"....

I have to say - our Mr McDreamy is definitely better of being 40-something than back in the 80's - either his face grew as he aged - or his nose somehow shrunk but everything seems to fit comfortable.....

My Rob Lowe looks charming regardless - even when he was in that embarrassing time of his life....

Brook Shields looks very elegant and comfortable now.

Now Mr McCarthy.... I still cannot put him in anything but Kevin in St Elmo's fire - the twisted romantic who was desperately in love with Leslie... time sort of stopped since 1985 no matter how much hair he lost and how much wrinkles he acquired...

For myself - I tell everybody - turning 40+ was the best thing in life - I've earned "it" whatever that "it" is - I take no crap from anybody - and if Narcisso and Pucci do not make clothes that fits me, well too bad for them! Monsieur Elbaz will make them for me!

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Here I Come, Vegas Shopper!!

If my dear Friend The Vegas Shopper can blog, I thought... I should at least try! After all, I used to get long distance phone call from The infamous Vegas Shopper in panic, asking "how can I sync my Palm with my *!#@$%^ computer??!!"

So I try! I am telling myself - this is good.... My Loquacious Friend blogged his 3 week trip to Japan and that was a hoot. I am horrible when it comes to keeping in touch with friends - this will be a substitute to phone calls and Christmas "family letters"!

The only thing is.... I am an immigrant and I don't speak English (though I do not work at JC Penny in Vegas... should I?? me speak no English...). So here's my reader advisory note - I use idioms and "stuff" like salt and pepper - sprinkle "a"s and "the"s etc, etc, etc as I see palatable. Also the translation feature on this blogspot has English to Hindi and other exotic "Apu" languages but not my own so I get no help from Blogspot either.

So be kind and gentle to this Granola/Tree Hugging/Birkin-toting/Lanvin lover....

ps - The Vegas Shopper - should I try this look for this year's Halloween?