Extended Musings:

Loving It

The new Prada line. Every single piece = a work of art and completely wearable, if not completely affordable. 

Mixed yet matched plaids.  A glen plaid blazer and herringbone pants.  Don’t ask me why, but if you get the colors right, it just works.  Sweet mercy.

Teen Vogue.  I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, it’s the best magazine discovery since I realized Lucky was not an online shopping manual for feminazis.  I could do with less precociously self-absorbed celebrity offspring though.  

Brightly colored crocodile accessories.  Not unlike big luxurious scaly bonbons.

Hating It

The Early Fall collection at Banana Republic.  Their design department adamantly believes women long to resemble large piles of autumn leaves.  Fact: the color orange should be limited to construction signs and gourds. 

Marc by Marc Jacobs.  His hip downtown muse does not want to be a mass-marketed hip downtown muse.  MJ: please stop producing the same looks season after season.  And reusing childhood bed sheet patterns to make sundresses.

Fall statement makers are starting to trickle out of magazines.  Things that are making me nervous (for other people): bomber jackets, leggings, the return of the pirate blouse…

Last week’s episode of “Sex and the City” revealed Pat Field has developed a fetish for curtain patterns.  You know it’s a bad fashion episode when Miranda is the best dressed out of the four.

I don’t speak Spanish, but I do know Zara means “zoo” (in Basque, if not in traditional Spanish).  Something about the frothing, impenetrable wall of shoppers blocking the clothes racks screams noontime feeding frenzy.

Bright opaque stockings (à la Marc Jacobs Fall 2003—again with Marc Jacobs) are the worst idea since navy blue patent leather.  People will point.  Children will cry.  Neon sausage legs…is it worth it?