it's brick out. absolutely ridiculously freezing. apparently, it's about 20 degrees cooler than it should be for this time of year. this is, of course, according to the ghetto news, so it's definitely not etched in stone.
anyway, capricorns gearing up for new year's/birthday season in new york, BUNDLE UP. it's supposed to be frigid out. can't wait to see those manhattanites braving the cold and chill in their bare legs and manolos. should be entertaining in a perverse, less chic way.
also came across this article which addresses (in a most comical fashion) the fashion editor's recent exposure to the fashion blogger and how the tides have changed re: the front row of fashion shows. this debate has been going on for awhile now, but the comments section was quite quite amusing, so thought i'd share.
parka: nicholas k
shirt: rick owens
jeans: earnest sewn decca
These images are from John Galliano's Christian Dior shows, shot by Roxanne Lowit, all over the span of the last 10 years. I think they're incredibly beautiful, and yet somehow--and this may not be intentional--the black figures seem caricatured, exaggerated, almost comical.
also by lowit
seems this year was chock full of them. i love(d) brittany. sad to see her go so soon, especially since i didn't see much of her while present. i feel our generation was particularly touched by the 'clueless' years. so it's like losing one of our own.
somehow, this feels relevant:
my thoughts and prayers are with her family.