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"Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope."
"This wholly pointless and sordid industry has a highly inflated opinion of itself, argues George Pitcher
It's obviously sad that the fashion designer Alexander McQueen has died.
It's especially sad that apparently he should have taken his own life, at the tender age of 40 and in the pomp of his career; a creatively unfulfilled but widely loved man, whom darkness enveloped after the loss of his beloved mother.
But could I also just say this: the fashion industry that he dominated is one of the least attractive legal activities on earth, populated by weirdo artists, freakish PRs and emaciated and mentally disordered models. To be even tangentially exposed to it is to enter a world of phoneys and airheads, mutually massaging the pointlessness of each other's professional existence, self-regarding to a degree that would make Narcissus blush, committed only to ripping off a market made docile by cocaine, champagne and the odd canape. Fashion is a chimera of a real industry, the absence of which would harm no one other than its self-serving catamites and courtesans. It is a disgusting place to make a living."
NOW, where would you like me to start?
Dear Mr G.Pitcher,
I am going to assume that behind this article lies a man with a PHD in fashion and textile design, mastering in Journalism? As you clearly believe yourself to know more about the fashion industry than those who work in it!
Out of respect for the people in this multimillion dollar industry and those whom follow, appreciate and adore it i ask that you shut your ignorant male chauvinist gob and listen and learn from those who clearly know more about a particular subject than you do! In fact you can apply your knowledge of journalism to the topic to get a better, understanding of why the death of this man was so remarkable!
In fact i will let you in on a little secret! I guarantee you that you personally would not be employed, thus have never had the opportunity to publish such an offensive article if this "wholly pointless and sordid industry" failed to exist! I ask you to research the statistics behind the sales of your magazines, news papers and hits and see whether or not these sales would be possible without the existence of this industry! All the articles that your fellow journalists have written regarding the red carpet, Lady Gaga, Film, Television, Fashion Week itself have made up countless amounts of sales, thus keeping you employed and funded the laptop you are writing on as we speak!
So, next time you decide to write an offensive opinion piece on a topic you clearly know nothing about, at least do some research so you don't sound like an idiot!
am currently in search off the perfect winter boot.
ive always refused to buy boots as they are most unflattering on myself but this year ( with the help of the fabulous bec) i am determined to find an awesome pair of boots.
Wittner have some front runners at the moment but i'm still not convinced.
okay well the website is effing retarded and won't let me post the pictures so just go here and scroll across to find the shoes.
i LOVE ' basil' but not sure if i could cart around in a wedge all day everyday. i think 'alliance'are SO cool but i could not pull them off so would never buy. i also find 'attitude'intriguing, but like wannabe doc martins much? i WANT 'damien' but if i buy one more pair of black heels my wardrobe may die. i quite like 'becca'if i end up going for a knee high boot. but i extremely dislike the heel.
Even thinking about this sent cold shivers down my spine....
The fashion industry today lost a pure genius! A man that was far too remarkable for both his and the world's good! His work not only reached the red carpet but made for many videa inspirations with Lady Gaga and Beyonce to say the least! He left behind a s/s collection that no one could have ever predicted and MANY fans who will spend the rest of their lives dreaming of another...
Alexander McQueen you are my hero
and on behalf of the rest of this disgustingly retarded world, i will say this!
Okay, so today started out really well...got up early, sun was shining and i went to the beach...everyytthinngg was perfect! Until i tried coming home...
No joke it took me an hour to get on a bus at Bondi! The 380 came every like 20 minutes and every single one of them filled up with people running to the bus like they had just seen Johnny Depp sitting on the back seat! And it doesn't really help that i'm only 5"2", because people jump over me because they quite literally can't see me! Anywhoo an hour and 6 buses later i FINALLY got on a bus and headed towards the city where not only was everything closing but everyone was in an uber bitchy mood so by the end of it my happy-go-lucky mood was destroyed.
And as for now, i'm in one of those moods where everything and anyone who comes within 5 metres of me is pissing me off and i am very likely to bite their head off!
soooooo moral of the story....well there kinda isn't one...just thought i'd blog about my mcshitty mood!
This is a journal documenting the musings, ramblings, and advice of three coquettish girls with a potentially unhealthy obsession with shoes, clothes and cocktail rings. Hardly experts at fashion; simply girls who immerse themselves in it. It is here where they present their take on fashion, their dreams and their aspirations, hoping to inspire in some way or another