| When does eccentric glamour become idiocy? |
[Oct. 6th, 2009|07:57 pm] |
I have been in a self-imposed hermit situation to think long and hard about my passion in life, because so far, the only passion I have is the passion for shopping. And since that is my main passion (it is literally consuming my entire waking life) I am determined to channel it into ways that will make me tons of money, so that I can buy more de la Renta and Alaia couture.
Anyways, the boyfriend is here to visit for 3 weeks, and you have no idea how agonizing the wait for him to arrive was, since I was an emotionally unstable wreck over these past months. We've been to NYC for an awesome few days of walking around Manhattan & Brooklyn, window shopping in Soho and meatpacking and 5th & madison, attending a few jazz shows (including famous jazz legend Paquitto D'Riviera! - we sat right in front of him, seriously, i could have touched him if i stretched out my arm). Then we flew to Buffalo, NY to see Niagara Falls, which I have already seen from the Toronto side. Buffalo was freeeeezing with hailstorm and the most horrid weather I have ever been in in my entire LIFE. I seriously thought that for a moment, there's going to be a hurricane or something.
Of course, Niagara Falls was amazing and breathtaking, and soon we left for Boston! I love Boston! it is one of the most beautiful and inspiring cities I have ever been to. NYC is amazing with all the attitude and fashion and creativity, but Boston is just charmingly inspirational. Home to some of the world's best universities, there is a certain air of intelligence and age-old tradition that seems to be wafting about, even when we were in Lizard Lounge, an underground indie bar underneath the Cambridge Commons listening to the weirdest but coolest indie bands I've ever come across. I never thought that Boston would be such a melting pot of different fashion styles, music styles and personalities, but this trip convinced me that it is in fact, much more than that. People, especially the ones I've met and the new friends we've made, are so outrageously eccentric and I LOVE it. I ADORE people who aren't afraid of expressing themselves through their fashion choices, who bother to put a look together each and every morning. Be it hobo-chic, polished, or punk rocker, I have respect for people who understand the power and significance of their clothing choices.
We are back in LA and honestly, I missed LA all throughout my trip. I missed my apartment, my sister, and my shoe collection. Speaking of shoes, we were at Opening Ceremony on La Cienega this afternoon for a day of window shopping. Earlier in the day we were at the Balenciage boutique on Melrose because I was seriously contemplating the purchase of this particular pair of booties in the Pre-Fall collection, but decided not to, because even though I like them, I didn't LOVE them.
So after trying on this gorgeous Alexander Wang suited blazer which I know I will be buying next week, we went to the new Opening Ceremony accessories store, where i found the MOST AWESOME PAIR OF SHOES EVERRRRRRR! Ok i sound mildly insane but honestly, that's exactly how I feel whenever I see something I adore. Made by Camilla Skovgaard, these beauties are PERFECT for fall but also versatile enough for Spring and even summer. I can envision an outfit involving cut-offs, a white wife beater, and these Camilla Skovgaard boots. AHHH! Perfection.
Anyway, back to my post title. Was contemplating this question that I've found in Simon Doonan's (Creative Director of Barneys New York) book: Eccentric Glamour where he interviewed some of the world's greatest glamorous eccentrics, which unfortunately does not include the late isabella Blow, whom I personally feel is THE glamorous eccentric of our time.
When does eccentric glamour become idiocy?
When you finally decide that it is okay to blow of your entire monthly allowance on a single pair of boots.
When you finally manage to convince yourself that hey, owning 7 leather jackets make sense, even though you will be moving back to Indonesia in a couple of years.
When I convinced myself that wearing a necklace that weighed 1.5 kilograms is okay, even though my neck HURT after wearing them for 15 minutes, I wore them to school.
The list will go on and on, but unfortunately I have to rush to dinner right now because I am late.
Yay! I can wear my new shoes! |
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