Well, I didn’t win Fashion Group International’s Rising Star Award for fine jewelry, but it was fabulous to be a finalist. I got a plaque as a souvenir and a corsage to wear for the Rising Star lunch at Cipriani 42nd Street. I don’t think I’ve gotten a corsage since eighth grade! I was delighted…
Strike My Pose, There’s Nothing to It! VOGUE!
Earlier this week, I wrote about bitches stealing my trademark crossed-leg pose. Gorgeous blogger of Erin of Work With What You’ve Got commented, “I kind of want to do a tribute pose now, but I’m afraid you’ll rip out my weave!” I was so delighted by the idea of a blogger pose-off that I promised…
Things That Have Fascinated Me Recently
My Baby Is Average tumblr (via Princess Poochie). Nicki Minaj’s rap in Kanye West’s “Monster.” Josh Groban singing Kanye West’s Tweets: As far as I know, Kanye West has nothing to do with the Average Baby tumblr. Thank goodness. I wouldn’t want people to think I have a Kanye West obsession.
Never Is the Next New Thing™: Knickers Update
My “Never Is the Next New Thing™”* fashion theory proposes that the most provocative/grating/startling looks — the ones that make you say, “I would NEVER wear that!” — are the ones most likely to become trends, big or small. We need to be jolted out of our fashion complacency before we move in a new…
WendyB Called. She Wants Her Pose Back.
Once, when my father, GeorgeB, was struggling to take an acceptable outfit photo of me for this blog (“Move! Don’t stand there like a statue!”), I said sadly, “I have only one pose.” “Be thankful,” GeorgeB replied, “Some people don’t even have one.” It was the fashion-blogger version of “I cried because I had no…
Jewel of the Month: Black Swan Ring
Phew! January’s Jewel of the Month sneaked in just under the wire. Fine jewelry, like the cheese in Cheez-Its, can’t be rushed into maturity. A jewelry designer without her own factory must work with other people’s schedules. Last year, I wrote about lost-wax casting, a process in which a design is carved in hard wax….
Foot Fetish: Vintage Famolare
I’ve developed a strange desire for a pair of 1970s Famolare shoes with wavy, rubber soles. I never had a pair in the ’70s — or even wanted them at that age — but I remember tagging along with my mother while she shopped for shoes. I remember the smell of the rubber Famolare soles….
New York Style Icon: Dianne Brill
Superstar hairstylist Julie Matos of the Riccardo Maggiore Salon and I first bonded over our love of the ’80s club/music/fashion scene. Julie’s ’80s-radar went on full alert last month when, while in a Walgreens, she noticed a statuesque, glammed-up blonde. Julie stalked the blonde all over the store till they ended up in the cashier’s…
Grease Is the Word
Every time I come across Grease on TV, I have to watch it. I enjoy every second of it … the songs, skinny John Travolta, the Pink Ladies, the cigarettes that the bad kids smoke. Back when it was first released (yes, I was alive then), I wanted to be bad-ass like Rizzo (Stockard Channing)…
Questions, Comments, Fingers, Rings and Manicures
While I was finishing up my recent blog redesign, I invited people to ask me questions for the new FAQ page. I couldn’t come up with short and sweet, FAQ-style answers to all of them, especially the ones about comments. I’ve received nearly 41,000 comments since I started this blog in 2007, so when Stacy…