High Heels and Me

So you'd think a fashion forward person like myself would have a closet full of high-heels: stilletos, mules, wedges, you name it. Strangely enough, I've got a nice, but limited collection. Don't get me wrong- I love the look of heels, but how's a girl going to even walk from shop to shop.

Some of the best looking heels really are works of art. There have been a whole series of coffee table books dedicated to the topic, as if we were taking about Goya here. But let me ask you this, would you buy a sculpture and sleep on it? No. Well then why the hell do we all stick our feet into them and schlep around for hours as if we can make some semi-nomadic journey in them?

It all reminds me of the true, non-sanitized, non-Disney version of Cinderella, coming straight from the old world via Brothers Grimm. In it, Cinderella's evil stepsister cuts off her heels in order to cram it into the glass slipper. As her prince charming expectantly awaits her, a little bird sings overhead "Blood in shoe, Blood in Shoe, Not the right bride for you!"

Think about that twice the next time you buy some pumps....

Super-sized me

So it's that somewhat depressing fact of life, that most fashion mags totally ignore. The western, particularly white western world here in North America is just getting so much larger and larger.

This is no word of endorsement for copious fashion-conscious asian women, who in their respective cultures and lands, would not dare breach 45 kilos ( <100 pounds for those too lazy and deeply entrenched in their Anglo-American life to bust out the metric conversion calculator) for fear of being labeled a "cow."

We in the U.S. have lulled ourselves into our own collective, deceptive, illusion. In our endless efforts to numb ourselves from the reality our lack of human connections, our lack of true relationships of warmth and understanding, our lack of spiritual understanding, our lack of appreciation of natural wonder and beauty, we compulsive consume as the surrogate. Food that is cheap and readily available in our land of weath is bloating our bodies well beyond the unrealistic and unhealthy ideal of feminine beauty which we equally consume in mass quantity, leaving us in our present day quandry: all which can be theoretically resolved by a second wave of consumption. Diet pills, weight-loss programs, high-end gyms, personal trainers, liposuction.

Where does it all end?

If You're Underground

If you're dressing like me today, then you're underground....
Local designer, reasonable prices, basic urban hip designs and great fabrics....


Sunhee Moon

The Frugal Fashionslut

So why does anyone EVER bother shopping at Nordstrom's, Bloomingdale's, Macy's and the whole gamut of mid-to-high range department stores?

All of their stuff really winds up at Loehmann's, where you can buy it only 600% marked-up-from-what-it-cost-to manufacture-in-China and import the suckers, as opposed to 1200% when you get it from the "name" department stores.


They even have cute underwear, if you can bear with the terrible "drama-queen/diva" music at their site.

Jeans Epiphany

So now should be prime time for getting some great bargains, and you would think you could manage to find some great stuff cheap. Well, if you are size 2 and squeeze your little rear into something the size of my fist, yeah you've got it made.

They're all there: Lucky, Diesel, Citizens of Humanity.

Found this to be cool:


True Religion Jeans

Too bad some of us have Budda-sized booties!

Clickety-Clack...

Goes the shoes on the flat,

Stone or other hard ground, and a sound of joy to my little ears.

Reminds me of my childhood (pre-slut) years, clapping the little wooden cups together in music hour of first grade with Miss Walther.

These available at Barney's New York,

Ah....

Spare a Grand?

So as I was trapsing through Internet-land, I stumbled across this little site, Net-A=Porter, where yeah, you could easily drop several grand on some outfits.

Nice selection though, and it's the cheap stuff too!

It's the most Wonderful Time of the Year

Yeah, that's right- dead of winter, frost nipping at your ass, and you're going through a major wave of Seasonal Affective Disorder....

But what could be more relevant, than to already start previewing Spring Ready-to-Wear. And better yet, it's time to buy all of your cruise fashion!
This little number from Chloe is certain to give you frostbite in certain places.