I think I should talk about more than just fashion. I have three blogs and they are all very specifically created with a directed intent as to content (intent. content. ha.). This one is about fashion. Basically. But there is more I have to say, and I mean, there's no rules are there? I don't even know. I think it's the caffeine talking. It does that.
There are enough coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup to build a life-size snowman.
Not really, but they were really gritty and they all swooped down on me at once from their nestled perch inside the cup. Ugh.
Check out what's below. I didn't take that video, but I was there. Little Boots at the El Rey! Yeah! She reminds me of a little cat. But I'm not sure that would be as catchy and sell as many ablums. Little Cat... might as well say 'Kitten'. Yeah, see?
Also, there was a startling and alarming development at the Louis Vuitton Fall 2010 show. The models... I don't know if I want to admit it... but they... had.... ..... ..... ..... breasts. I KNOW. What is this? This does not bode well for me at all. If curves come back into fashion, I'm out. And not by choice.
Honestly, though, I feel obligated to believe that it is a good thing. A healthy, accepting, realistic thing. And it is. I just don't think boobs are as edgy in large quantities. Not that I know personally, but I just like the possibility of androgyny in dressing as well as unrestricted movement and no back problems. This is a personal issue, because from what I hear they are also really useful at getting into clubs and getting free drinks and the like. At any rate, way to be bold Marc Jacobs! (Except over at Prada they were working along similar, and rather curvy, lines)
SUPERFICIAL CONCERN OF THE DAY: American Apparel costs too much. (Read: I am too poor.)
ADVICE OF THE DAY: If steaming potstickers... remember sometimes they do.
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