oopsy

So....

it's been a while.

But I'm gonna take my virtual walk of shame like a Woman. I'll slink back into my interweb home(page) with last nights loubotins in one hand and a sequin clutch that is totally inappropriate for the AM hrs in the other hand.

Try to avert your eyes and act like it's ok that I haven't posted to The Show in roughly 3 months.

why?

because you've been there. I kno b/c every walk of shamer locks eyes with another of his kind (shirt tail out, strategicly blotted out cabernet stain, lipstick...in places that lipstick shouldn't be).

Dont worry. It wont happen again. So what, I had a little trist with the summer time: rooftop openbars, outdoor concerts, festivals, last minute flights to chicago, summer romances and such. I've been neglecting you. But I'm back to my senses now.

I promise I'll never leave you again!

...Till Christmas


luv, Love, LOVE!
me

Bang! Bang! Bang!

So ... social responsibility aside, I've always loved guns. Judge me if you must, but they're so hot to me. Since My dad taught me how to shoot a shotgun when I was 8 years old, to the present where I have to beg my friends to go with me to the shooting range and blow off some steam. Guns are fun (when you're not killing ppl/things). I swore I'd never own one or keep one in my home for obvious reasons, however ... that was before I saw these beauties:

Yes, that is a Dolce and Gabbana Uzi.

Feel free to shit yourself, b/c that's the most ridiculous, opulent, unnecesary thing you've ever seen and you can officially die happy.

You've seen it all.

This is in-fact, a gold plated, fully functional, Automatic weapon with an eyepiece and an extra hand hold so that you can better handle it while shooting . . . deer (I'm sure).

But wait, there's more:

The Chanel Grenade launcher takes all.

but the pièce de résistance is definitely the Fendi Chain Saw:


Clearly meant for human carnage of the goriest variety. Way to take the fashion accessory to the next level whoever you are that made these monstrosities of Fashion opulence.

But on a less girly/childish/shallow note. There is for sure a deeper meaning. Perhaps a statement about our preocupation with frivalous things, name brands and non sequoters, while people are dying half way across the world. Or perhaps he's just being ridiculous.

Note each weapon is monogramed to the "hilt" (pun intended). So even though I think they're pretty bad-ass. They're clearly a statement about something.

Your thoughts?

Plastic-shoe-obsessions; Dark and Stormy Jazz; and the Possibility of a future full of holes

So wednessday was jam-packed!

I ended up missing the VIP Portion of the Melissa sale due to rain (among other things) and laziness. However, I made up for it on Wednesday with these babies. They are supremely comfortable and make up for a lifetime of separating my recyclables in the apt and then throwing it all down the trash shoot anyway.

I met two friendly, and highly entertaining Melissa devotees with a self proclaimed "little plastic shoe problem." One of which owns 25 such Melissa shoes, the other, a less outstanding but still impressive 12 pairs. There is definately a cult following out there (and with good reason).

She was nice enough to let me snap this pic of her in some gorgeous anti-gravity looking plastic pumps before she made what can only be described as a running leap towards a pair of gold oxfords in the other corner of the room.

Gotta love the shoe-aholics.

The prices were pretty decent, considering. They ranged from $15 Bird's nest bags to $25 for peep-toe and ballet flats to $100 for the nutty architectural masterpieces and Jean Paul Gaultier Collaborations (which were all gone by the time we got there).

The sale was held at one of those ultra-mod, metal-clad, apartment buildings with a single orchid in the lobby and an absolutely massive elevator. You know, the kind where Marc Jacobs lives on the 15th floor and trades recipes with Zoe Saldana on the 14th floor. Casually, of course.

There were boxes everywhere without it being too messy or too crazy with women grasping at little plastic shoes. Overall I vote yes on this sale.

PS. Shout out to Dianna who remembered my face/name from the last sale they had (partly because it's her name with one less "n." I was impressed anyway).


The sale runs till the 25th so there's still time. I hear there will be a re-stocking for Saturday so you might be able to catch a few things we missed.

Best of Luck and Happy Shopping!

Part two of the night involved one of my favorite little spots in Chelsea: Tillmans. This "speak-easy style" restaurant and bar boasts an intimate atmostphere, good music and weekly jazz performances. Plus, a friend of mine was throwing a week of B-Day events for her 26th (oldie) and invited us there for a get-together. Last night was a whole ensemble including a horn section (my favorite), scatting, several guitars and oversize bowties. Good Times.

Good music, good friends, great food. We were trying to find a place for my friend to get her nose pierced (because today felt like a good day to poke holes in herself, lol). But we failed due to full bellies and strong drinks. No worries though, it was a nice little wrap-up of the night. I'll leave you with this little jem, courtesy of one Ms. Kris Keys.

When asked how the night went, the answer:

"Fan-Tabulous!"

Highlight of the night: My little plastic dreams
Drink of the night: Caiprinha
Quote of the night: "do you think I need to re-consider this new hole?"
Runner up: "Keep your hands off of my oranges!"

Luv,
me

Of course ... we had to start with shoes

From the people who brought you these lovely little devils (properly dubbed the "Lady Dragons"), comes another outrageous, but strangely overlooked footwear sample sale, from the makers of "Plastic Dreams."

Melissa Shoes specializes in sustainable footwear that is ultra architectural, fun and green too. I happen to own these salmon/blk plastic heart pumps and I must say, they are super duper comfy.

You'll have to check out the site or just go to the sale to see what else they have cooking down there, but I promise you'll find something that's you (with a clever twist).

Recent Collaborations include Zaha Hidad, First woman Laureate of the Pulitzer Prize for Architecture (2004), Jean Paul Gaultier, Alexandre Herchcovitch and Vivienne Westwood.

("Ashanti" Bootie, regularly $88)

So you can literally wear works of architectural genius, ON YOUR FEET!

Get excited ladies.

Plus all of the shoes are made from "mono-materials that can be easily disassembled and recycled." Someone explained the whole process at their last sale, but once we wondered into multi-syllabic-chemistry terms I zoned out. Solids, Liquids, and gasses aside, the shoes are re-donk-ulous.

This just proves, yet again, that Fashion is Art is Fashion is Art is Science.

Check it out!

The best part is that they're waterproof! So I can finally retire those my golashes from middle school (don't judge me) and upgrade to some posh booties.

They're having a VIP reception to usher in the unilateral slashing of prices tomorrow, May 18th, 12-8pm at thier studio (waaay on the west side). But I'm sure they're not strict about entry. The sales people are sweet and will put up with you agonizing over which color to choose with a smile and helpful input.

We likey.

Welcome to the Show

So, I'm finally getting around to joining the masses of semi-broke, desperately passionate, oft - unemployed youngsters who are blogging their problems away these days. My story, I'm hoping is interesting enough for a few people a week to get a chuckle out of my ridiculous antics and numerous misfortunes. In the words of my mother:

"It's not funny today ... but tomorrow it's going to be hilarious"

So here's the run-down kiddies:

I'm a 24 year old post grad, aspiring kick-ass fashion designer surviving on a hope and a prayer in NYC. I live on gratis open bars, $1 pizza, sample sales and amazing friends. My job is what I like to call "Shitty-Fantastic." When it's not grinding me into dust it's the best thing since Dr. Scholls started making jelly inserts that actually fit in my Vivienne Westwood pumps. (that was a great day). I'm the Assistant designer at a small manufacturing company and showroom. It's so small that I am now heading up our new junior sportswear line. So I'll keep you guys posted on any new, amazing fashion things pop up.

Feel free to tag along as I frolic around the city and get into trouble.


-me

P.S. If life's a show, you should have been in costume 15 minutes ago...