i was telling someone last night that my biggest fear is that i become like rachel zoe- in the way that my fashion-valleygirl-jokeyness becomes the way i ACTUALLY speak and i end up being a certified ADULT saying things like oh-em-geezlers and locosauce. (please ignore the fact that i am 29 years old and should probz already consider myself an adult. shush! no one asked you!)
because the LOUIS VUITTON show is UP (vogue italia fucking RULES, they post shows so fast) and all i keep saying to my LAPTOP is OH MY GOD i DIE.
i D I EEEE. (ohhh i hate myself.)
because i mean, i MEAN, I MEAAANNNN:
I DIE. SERIOUSLY. THAT SHIRT WITH THOSE SHOULDERS AND A MINI METALLIC HIGH WAISTED SITUATION. is KILLING me. and the JANGLESSSS!!!! i love you marc jacobs. and i love youuuu katie grand. who we cannot ignore becasue she styles this shit and she kills it.
whaaaat? what! WHAT. i will become the woman who wears this shoe. tell me what i need to do.
i can't even.
i love how he's like, bringing EARRINGS back. although i won't be wearing them. well, maybe my giant SCORPIO door knockers but only once in a while. the hair makes me want to make headbands out of shower scrubbers.
just stop. because that look on the left is all me. i'm wearing it tomorrow.
just one thing though, marc.
what's with the peewee herman boots?