Last night, while scrolling through Instagram, I was stopped cold by the IG handle “lamer.” I thought, “Who the hell would call themselves ‘lamer’? And lamer than what? Is there a ‘lame’ and ‘lamest’?”
Then I realized this was the account for the fancy skin-care company called La Mer. Bwah! You’d think someone in La Mer’s social-media department would have noticed this problem. (I’m happy to say that the website is cremedelamer.com, rather than lamer.com.) The funny thing is that I don’t follow “lamer,” as I now think of it. It was a sponsored post, related to the celebrity-heavy party that lamer threw in Los Angeles last night to celebrate its 50th anniversary. Poor La Mer! Going through all that effort to promote its product and get some attention, only to have it backfire … in my case, at least.
Gwyneth Paltrow was one of the guests at the La Mer/lamer event, and her Galvan jumpsuit with a sheer panel caught my eye.
On the recent shopping trip that yielded the Catherine Malandrino dress that I posted here, my friend Julie Matos coaxed me into a crazy 1980s-looking mini dress with shoulder pads and a sheer panel like Gwyneth’s jumpsuit. What’s old is new again! This isn’t my first go-round with black mesh either. In 1993, I thought I was hot, hot, hot stuff in this bodysuit.
Click for my 2012 post on this.
I can’t say I hate that top now. It’s okay. But those jeans and the big belt? Lamer!
Separately, thanks to my gorgeous friend Jessica Cohen for seeing my tweeted comment about lamer and raising me the unfortunate URL for a jewelry company: rootsofart.com.
Thanks for making me laugh.
Oh, you WERE hot hot hot in that bodysuit!!