Today was rough; and after this, I’m off to bed to make sure it gets over sooner
Also, my creativity wanes at night so ignore the title of this post; it is void of any hidden meaning but somehow sounded like a better title than, “A Salad and Some Fur,” or “Some Fur to Melt the Ice,”…forgive me, I am braindead and I would prefer to blog in the morning when I am at my sharpest, but unfortunately those rare nuggets of time are reserved for my morning bubble baths, outfit concocting, and as of recently lunch making (except for the picture below since it is obviously in an environmentally friendly takeout box)
The highlights of this ‘sour-in-an-expired-way’ start to the week: spending my lunch break at my desk munching one of these:
While diluting my mind by selecting some of my recent New York Fashion Week Favourites:
Red is my favourite colour…and not because it supposedly makes your pheromones transmit at a more attractive transmission; but also because it is magnificently fierce. And a glorious rouge fur as pictured above would match quite nicely with my car/blackberry/wallet
And while we’re still on the subject of fur…
And just because the Prabal Gurung show was too fabulous to only select one or two pieces from:
And the grand finale:
*All runway photos from Style.com
So elegant. If you have not already figured, I am a tad crazy about the metallic trend– one which admittedly can go terribly wrong and end up looking cheap/sci-fi Area 51 costume party. But not with Prabal. Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.
Sometimes all it takes is a couple of runway shows to get back on track…
…that and breaking my 31 days of “going out”* streak in lieu of picking up a Barbur World Foods shawarma sandwich and spending the evening folding my delicates and doing taxes over Gossip Girl
Whatever. I’m going to bed now. But only after I spend fifteen minutes refreshing my Site Stats while setting up my espresso maker.
How do you deal with a bad day?
What’s your favourite collection from NYFW?
*Going out= ranges from reheating takeout at Naz’s house to nights out on the town in Catherine Malandrino sequin skirts…that predictably end in C Burger takeout gorging in Yurop’s car (and everything in between…that’s all for another post).