Hear/Say

It’s totally cool to shop for apartments, just not within a week.

There are some ridiculous ads out there.

Warning alerts for: Cozy. Fun. Studious. Quiet. 420 friendly.

Some don’t even have addresses, because they trick you into viewing the place first. Priorities must be maintained.

Living with strangers will be interesting– I’ve been lucky enough to live with close friends for the past few years, and we’ve had great times (to say ze leazt); although, for the most part, people are terrified of living with their friends. Something about dirty dishes destroying relationships.

Which is why a dishwasher is so important.

2 more visits to go—

Exeunt.

Graceee

Has gone. I was sitting out in the balcony, when a storm of flying rats began ha-rass-ing each other in the airspace above my head. Unforgivable.

So I’m in Roma, still. The land of muscular jaws, Armani-Exchange stubble, and proud tans. Of surprisingly short men, who are all talk…but really, this city isn’t all about the male specimen. I’m not obsessing. Or complaining…I might be complaining, I miss Seattle boys. They might not smell as nice, but I’ve never complained about that…

TWO WEEKS ’til I come back! I know I shouldn’t already be reminiscing about Seattle, or Roma, and I should just rejoice in the moment (arms of joy! flail those arms of joy!) but what’s life without the spice of angst? It’s nothing; no, it’s an episode of Friends. It’s fettuccine from Maggiano’s– bland butter in a swamp of noodles.Yeeeck.

So here’s to the cusp of spring; of the beautiful happy, the gorgeous sad, the silent contentedness of cool evenings. I can’t wait to see you, Sir Tomorrow. Because you’ll probably have a nice coni of gelato waiting for me…

If I don’t puke from my own cheesiness.

Gracious

Alexander McQueen is simply fantas-magnifi-orgasmic. He is an artiste.

Fashion is so cliche as it is; the names that make it big are different than the names that make their items marketable.

For example, I’ve been introduced to the work of two different freelance stylists, and their approaches are incredibly different. One practices styling as a pure form of art; the photoshoots are high/editorial fashion; the look is approachable only to a select few (some may point and say “elite”). The other has an incredibly keen edge on what will be marketed to whom; what kind audience will look at a certain edgy shirt and be 1) afraid or 2) stoked to buy it. You can see this in the way they run and manage their shoots.

A lot of fashion houses have trapped their creative director within these boundaries. Sure, there’s a difference between haute couture and pret-a-porter, but there’s a feeling that a creative ceiling exists– while many pieces of either line are unrealistically impractical– have they reached these heights of imagination, wide range of creative freedom?

Mcqueen's 2010 Spring Pret-a-porter via style.com

Resort 2010 via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-a-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-a-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-A-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-A-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-A-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 p/p via style.com

Clutch... literally! Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

Not to mention the hair!

Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

Spring 2010 p/p via style.com

Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

There’s something strangely hybrid/cyborg like with this line; while futuristic, the bright graphics definitely clash with the usual take on a Star-Treck suit.And the form fitting sculpts really pull it together– taht strange black clutch with holes for your fingers… well. We’ll see what others come up with, now that he’s gone above and beyond…

EXCELLENCE

<3

Graceee