Showing posts with label crimes of fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crimes of fashion. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Put your pants on, Anna.




I really love her, but I think I am too old for this. (She may be, too.) But, you gotta like her ambition. I won't hurl my leg over my head for anything these days.

Can you believe she's come out with her own perfume? Oy.

More photos from her W spread (heh, heh) HERE if you dare.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Anthropologie


Does it ALL have to look like this? Does it all have to look like something your textiles-major RISD intern stitched up for her thesis exhibition? Does it HAVE to look like the craft fair exploded? Does it HAVE to be so fucking clever and over-detailed?

How about something that fits? How about something that is not an empire waist? Anthro clothes are for women who no longer want to get laid, or who are already dating a boy who isn't interested in sleeping with girls anyway.



There. I said it. And I feel better now.