Fur New Yorkaise

Today I am just feeling HAPPY :)

- the sun is back in Milan

- my belt drawer is in order (don't you feel disorganised yourself when your closet is a mess? I do. I know weird.)

- bought some new cheap earings at H&M - shall i say cheap cute little nude pearl, sounds more chic!

- cool fur is back on catwalk (not talking about the whole beast old grandma are covered up with. this make me think of them carrying gun rather than a handbag...not so classy)

FURS MEDALS by MIU MIU

Marc Jacob - La sophistiquée

Anna Sui - la hippie

Oscar della Renta - Le fauve mauve*

Zac Pozen - La chasseuse**

Vera Wang - La minimaliste

Thakoon - La Dances with Wolves

3.1 Philip Lim - La Kate Moss***

Proenza Schouler - la rich school girl

Jeremy Scott - La londoner in New York

*fauve mauve: fawn wild cat (sorry but the french sounded better)

**chasseuse: hunter girl

*** Just imagine Kate Moss in there with browny rangers ...I can't help thinking she would look really cool! No?

MMPx

Marlboro On: This is a private party, do not pass go

Remember in the last post I did how I said I was a bad blogger?

It goes beyond that.

I HAVE attended some spectacular events here in NYC and I HAVE taken pictures... Good pictures, great pictures in fact...

I also forgot to bring my uploader cable with me, so I can't actually upload my photies to the blog.

Marlboro Martini; do. not. collect. $200. do. not. pass. go.

Last night was the final night of Fashion Week in NYC and after hitting the meatpacking district and going for another few drinks on the lower east side we headed to a bar located at the Jane hotel on a very cute DJ's recommendation.  This bar being described as 'THE place to be seen' sounded the total opposite of  the kind of place I would be interested in going to had I been on home turf, but wanting to be a true NYC mutherfudger I was more than enthusiastic about going there.  As we turned the corner I sensed the vibe was quite intense as there were guys managing taxis arriving up the street (think orange coats and wavy light thingies like those people that help land a plane at the airport) to control the hoards of people arriving.  

We -myself and the 3 other sexuals with me- got in the 'line' and queued for like 15mins (we were specifically warned not to do this by the DJ, instead we were told to march straight to the front and demand to be let in... Hello? Me Englishhhh, yeah, we just don't have it in us to do that) and when we finally reach the front, the 'guestlist bitch' tells us that this is a private party before looking us up and down and telling us to step out of the line. 

I repeat telling to step out of line.  No room for conversation or negotiation as she was already verbally castrating the group of people behind us with the exact same sentence.

 

This is has never happened to me before. I did not know what to do with myself. 

Sheer frustration made me want to punch her in the face.

This is perhaps the universe was indirectly telling me to party less and blog more...*

MM x 

*In which case it needed to try harder as I was still drinking $5 cocktails at 3am this morning.

Marlboro On: NYC

After 2 nights of awakeness due to pure excitement, I'm off to the city that never sleeps.

I have involuntarily packed a pair of shoes for each day. I don't even have clothes just Zanotti, Prada, Marni madness for my feet... not a stitch to wear.

It's fine, I don't care really...its about time the naked cowboy had some company in Time Square.

I would take pics of the shoe collection raping my luggage however I'm too busy necking Rosé wine and eating my 85p chicken sarnie from Tescos.

Oh yeah and I will be bringing the glamour to fashion weekas well...

See you in NYC x x x x x

MMX