luxe

i had a hair appt today. whilst sitting under the dryer getting bleached (the white part of my hair is not natural, which really shocked my 3 year old niece. now you know my secret) and read elle magazine. i never read fashion magazines. i will extend that to say, i don’t read art in america or art news or art forum anymore either because it bums me out. fashion….oh lord. it sucks. the whole 80′s thing, i thought it would fizzle out, but it keeps coming, and the stuff just gets worse and worse. skinny jeans. stretchy skinny jeans. with zippers on the ankles. who do those look good on? who? high pants. really really high pants, like under your boobs high. i saw a marc jacobs ad with poor little dakota fanning dressed in 80′s inspired clothes that are even worse than they were then. and PLEATED pants. a gold baggy 80′s styled leather jacket! stacy…clinton…somebody! she is a child! it is wrooooooong! the worst part is the prices. and the vapid looking models wearing the crap, looking silly, and if they look bad, how the hell will we look? seriously. and then, next season, done. the fashion police come…only the next season. this season, cool! hip! also, the mod style stuff, huge baggy bad maternity styled short dresses. i could get that at a thrift shop and it would probably be nicer. grrrrrrr. they had a little art section toting what the fashion designers buy in the artworld, and that karl lagerfeld has 70….years under his belt? toupees? no, 70 IPODS. c’mon. seriously. what the hell do you have 70 ipods for?

i know, i am no fashion plate. i wear my work overalls most days (i have 3 different pairs…long medium long and short) but…it just blows my mind the monster that materialism is in this country. there should be police that if you buy certain things, they lock you up. a true fashion police. seriously, either if it exceeds a certain amount of money, or that AND it is just silly, they take away your credit cards and give the money to someone with more sense, that will spend it on schools, or housing or something. it could just be the bleach fumes, i think, but i stay away from celebrity stuff, shows, magazines and the only ones i get are crafty artsy things or some of the home ones. it sucks to encourage people to aspire to be…rich and famous. or just really rich. not happy. not inspired. not proud of who you are. not to have a career. to do something for other people? anything? nope. just to emulate celebrities who are usually really unhappy and unable to live a normal life. plus, they get half of their expensive crap for free. and they can afford it.

i remember on the kids in the hall, there was a skit about a fashion designer that hated “ugly women” so all of his designs were to torture the ugly woman who would wear it. a hat that was a spike through the head, a shoe that was a box of glass with a strap. familiar? geeeeeeez. you tell someone it is fashion and they will buy it. ugly betty does a lot of mocking about this stuff as well. i know i talk about it all the time, but it is such a smart and funny show. the person they are mocking usually has a name almost identical.

i swear, i am ready to start wearing a uniform. oh wait. i already do. i guess the fashion world never had to worry too much about losing my contribution.

i gave myself a headache. and probably poor jake, too. sigh.
off to chill out a moment.
xo
n.