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Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Devil Wears Prada
So the movie Devil wears Prada
My husband Ben and I just got done watching a rerun of The Devil wears Prada. Finally, having arrived at a metrosexual status, Ben secretly likes the movie a lot. But we still can’t see eye to eye on one thing—should one have to compromise your relationship for your job?
You see, I was that intern. And I wasn’t young and fresh like Andy and I definitely didn’t wear a Gertrude sweater. After working most of my career in web and graphic design, I decided that I wanted to do some soul searching and landed on fashion. I soon realized ,that my soul had to be murdered a couple of times before I’d find it again.
These were some tasks I was asked to complete during my years as a “mad old fashion intern”:
Once, I was asked to find a specific rhinestone that didn’t seem to exist anywhere in Manhattan. I must have gone to 20 trim stores and it was still nowhere to be found. A designer ended up giving me a tip saying he knew somebody who knew somebody who designed with similar stones and he’d make the call because he felt desperate for moi. He phoned him and I was on my way to pick up a dozen rhinestones. A guy who looked like the key maker from the Matrix came out and gave me a toothy grin and my magic stones. After I picked it up, I went home and purelled my entire body.
Every day after 4pm was my dreaded trip to Starbucks. This always started with “Grace, let me buy you a cup of coffee”, which meant “fetch me some coffee, intern.”
I think the highlight of my career came the day of the fashion show. We were pulling all nighters and running on fumes and the highs of fashion shows. My fifth can of diet coke kicked in and I was volunteering for more work when one of my bosses asked if I would quickly run to Macy’s to get her some nipple pasties. My entire career flashed in front of me like a slow movie. Me being born, working hard, getting college diploma, running slow motion for no reason… then this woman asking me to buy pasties “oh…maybe 2 pairs just to be sure?”
Until this day, I think God was testing me for something great—I am debating if it was humility or humane-ity—because at that moment, I was really fighting every nerve in my body from savagely beating her.
Obviously, Andy and I are very different breeds. She would rather go work for a newspaper company wearing her sad brown jacket than attending the couture shows in Paris with the devil, but I know if it were me—I would find a way to have the man, clothes, and that sinful job in fashion even if that means a pasties run.
My husband Ben and I just got done watching a rerun of The Devil wears Prada. Finally, having arrived at a metrosexual status, Ben secretly likes the movie a lot. But we still can’t see eye to eye on one thing—should one have to compromise your relationship for your job?
You see, I was that intern. And I wasn’t young and fresh like Andy and I definitely didn’t wear a Gertrude sweater. After working most of my career in web and graphic design, I decided that I wanted to do some soul searching and landed on fashion. I soon realized ,that my soul had to be murdered a couple of times before I’d find it again.
These were some tasks I was asked to complete during my years as a “mad old fashion intern”:
Once, I was asked to find a specific rhinestone that didn’t seem to exist anywhere in Manhattan. I must have gone to 20 trim stores and it was still nowhere to be found. A designer ended up giving me a tip saying he knew somebody who knew somebody who designed with similar stones and he’d make the call because he felt desperate for moi. He phoned him and I was on my way to pick up a dozen rhinestones. A guy who looked like the key maker from the Matrix came out and gave me a toothy grin and my magic stones. After I picked it up, I went home and purelled my entire body.
Every day after 4pm was my dreaded trip to Starbucks. This always started with “Grace, let me buy you a cup of coffee”, which meant “fetch me some coffee, intern.”
I think the highlight of my career came the day of the fashion show. We were pulling all nighters and running on fumes and the highs of fashion shows. My fifth can of diet coke kicked in and I was volunteering for more work when one of my bosses asked if I would quickly run to Macy’s to get her some nipple pasties. My entire career flashed in front of me like a slow movie. Me being born, working hard, getting college diploma, running slow motion for no reason… then this woman asking me to buy pasties “oh…maybe 2 pairs just to be sure?”
Until this day, I think God was testing me for something great—I am debating if it was humility or humane-ity—because at that moment, I was really fighting every nerve in my body from savagely beating her.
Obviously, Andy and I are very different breeds. She would rather go work for a newspaper company wearing her sad brown jacket than attending the couture shows in Paris with the devil, but I know if it were me—I would find a way to have the man, clothes, and that sinful job in fashion even if that means a pasties run.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Comments please
I feel a bathroom attendant...If you use the bathroom, leave me some tips. If you use read my blog, leave some comments!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Mix Master 2: Odin Sun
Top by Gap/Shirt by Gap/Hat by Gap
Mix Master 1: Natalie Joos
Meet the first Mix Master, Natalie Joos, who has an amazing blog called Tales of Endearment. She is an ex-model turned casting director. She loves vintage and has amazing blog called Tales of Endearment. She's a great hanger for all these amazing clothes and accessories, but I love how she mixes bold and bright colors into her wardrobe.
Mix Master Series
Today, I'm going to introduce a new series dedicated to the many "Grand Master Flashes" of fashion These folks have the secret formula for mixing luxury with low-end, modern and vintage, colors, textures, prints, and patterns into an art form that can be only described as “Ta-Da!”.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
There is good pain and bad pain. If it’s good pain, then things will get better.
~ My massage therapist
Wang or Not to Wang
I got this email from fashion insider (Lisa Friedman – former buyer of styletrek.com) with subject line— “Are you ready for this? Let’s strategize.”
Alexander Wang has announced his sample sale dates. The wonder boy of fashion, the messiah of grunge, and the guy who coined the term “model-off-duty.” Was this the place for an always on duty fashion mom? I own a couple of Wang cashmere pieces from his earlier years and have traveled through 3rd world countries in Asia with his Donna Hobo. Nonetheless, girls with strategically torn, shredded, and destroyed Ts ($100?!) and metal studded bags will be lining up tomorrow starting at 9am. I decided—despite the fact that Wang does not target any where near my age group - I will go.Then I get a frantic text from Lisa—mind you, a day earlier than planned. “Are you there? Alexander Wang’s sample sale is going on now!?” What does this mean? I feel dizzy, disoriented, defeated and deflated. Then it suddenly dawns on me—duh this is fashion, and there are always “more privileged” people. Damn…private sale!
Knowing myself, I would’ve bought everything based on my hoarding tendencies. I will come up on top at the end. I will buy all the Wang I want at full price in the comfort of my living room without claw marks from 17 year olds.
Alexander Wang has announced his sample sale dates. The wonder boy of fashion, the messiah of grunge, and the guy who coined the term “model-off-duty.” Was this the place for an always on duty fashion mom? I own a couple of Wang cashmere pieces from his earlier years and have traveled through 3rd world countries in Asia with his Donna Hobo. Nonetheless, girls with strategically torn, shredded, and destroyed Ts ($100?!) and metal studded bags will be lining up tomorrow starting at 9am. I decided—despite the fact that Wang does not target any where near my age group - I will go.Then I get a frantic text from Lisa—mind you, a day earlier than planned. “Are you there? Alexander Wang’s sample sale is going on now!?” What does this mean? I feel dizzy, disoriented, defeated and deflated. Then it suddenly dawns on me—duh this is fashion, and there are always “more privileged” people. Damn…private sale!
Knowing myself, I would’ve bought everything based on my hoarding tendencies. I will come up on top at the end. I will buy all the Wang I want at full price in the comfort of my living room without claw marks from 17 year olds.
Leopard Prints
There is a cute Leopard coat peeking out from the coat drive bin downstairs. I eye it, slighty tempted, and then remember that women in cougar status should think hard before putting on leopard prints and move on.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Meet Mama Who Wears Prada
I started this blog because I was looking for something to wear to my son’s parent/cocktail event—which was happening right before the launch party of the Chinese Museum. I was caught up between looking “hot” for the launch party or looking like a slutty mom that needs to be called to the principal’s office for being bad. So…Turtle neck sweater dress? Or Prada dress w/ chandelier necklace? I opted for Prada and I admit that I was reluctant to sport my “Mr.T-esque” chandelier necklace. But I hopped in the cab donning my Mr.T necklace and decided that I was going to be the crazy fashionista mom and wear whatever I please.
I started to look for other moms like me, but my research became a disappointment—I realized that there weren’t any blogs that someone like me could get inspiration from. Sure, there are plenty of celebrity moms out there. But I want real women looking like celebrities because they are moms—not celebrity moms looking “real” because they are moms! Does that make sense? I have even tried to find inspiration from other crowd-sourcing fashion sites. Then I was traumatized seeing my posting from a“37 year-old blogger from New York” appeared next to “17 year-old blogger from Sweden.” They somehow look more fabulous in Forever21 and accumulated more hype points than me?!
I am a fashionable mom who’s hanging on to milf status with my dear life. I am not afraid to admit that I have spent half of my son’s preschool tuition on 4 inch heels only to be worn 4 times in an entire year. If you’re like me and you constantly battle between feeling like a superwomen who can do it all or thinking “my goodness I just can’t do anything well”—then give me a call—for we are a rare breed and a dying one at that. Mom’s who refuse to grow old UNITE!
I started to look for other moms like me, but my research became a disappointment—I realized that there weren’t any blogs that someone like me could get inspiration from. Sure, there are plenty of celebrity moms out there. But I want real women looking like celebrities because they are moms—not celebrity moms looking “real” because they are moms! Does that make sense? I have even tried to find inspiration from other crowd-sourcing fashion sites. Then I was traumatized seeing my posting from a“37 year-old blogger from New York” appeared next to “17 year-old blogger from Sweden.” They somehow look more fabulous in Forever21 and accumulated more hype points than me?!
I am a fashionable mom who’s hanging on to milf status with my dear life. I am not afraid to admit that I have spent half of my son’s preschool tuition on 4 inch heels only to be worn 4 times in an entire year. If you’re like me and you constantly battle between feeling like a superwomen who can do it all or thinking “my goodness I just can’t do anything well”—then give me a call—for we are a rare breed and a dying one at that. Mom’s who refuse to grow old UNITE!
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