Hello my fellow bargain gatherers (I'm a passive soul), and welcome to a little show I lovingly refer to as "Now if you'll excuse me I've got to get down to Mott Street and buy that item." I plan on watching each episode with an eye on my Googling finger so I can procure a few of these duds myself, hence I'll use this recaps as a place to highlight the fashion porn (aside: the folks on this show have delightfully filthy mouths when it comes to speaking sartorially -- I love that). Let us begin.
"J. Lo is the S--t Right Now"
It's true. Her American Idol, husband-tossing ways align perfectly to the time to get top dollar for a dress she wore to an awards show, and what a dress it was.
Not only does this dress have the cache of having been worn on the 6 train at the Latin Grammys, it's also a Thierry Mugler -- who has a few other pop stars connection. He's dressed Rihanna on multiple occasions and Lady Gaga has scored his fashion shows (one song was the basis of "Scheiße," one of my favorite non-sensical songs of all time). Basically, that's a lot of cache for a dress. Granted the gown itself isn't my most favorite, however, Ambria looked pretty fly in it, and if I had the $6K, I'd probably twirl in it to. Then I could sing the song that gave this blog its title (by CSS) and drink champange. (In this scenrio, I'm rich enough to not have a job.)Sunshine Strip
So let's talk about that Carolina Herrera dress. Don't let this image fool you. I would wear this non-stop, from gala events to eating gala apples on my couch. It was a steal. I probably would have bribed Simon Doonan (love you Doons) to authenticate the others so this delight wouldn't have been left behind. Yes, after her sketchy dresses were unprovable, consigner Jessica took her perfectly-engineered treasure off into the wind, never to be heard from again, which is a real shame. That dress was something a sophisticated ribbon dancer would wear to her first night at the opera with her banker husband. She would twirl and everyone would know she was different, just a little more special than the rest of society.
I'm sorry, just had a moment there. With you now.
Shut up with these shoes, and the entire closet of Eva Jeanbart-Lorenzotti. Eva's living the dream. Filling her closet with incredible items, filling her belly with champagne, and her walls with really fun art. So why not have some gal pals over and sell them your delights? My personal must have were these BluMarine shoes. BluMarine gets are not easy to come by, reserved for the Italian elite. The house was described by The Guardian as "for that brand of Italian miss for whom no dress is too small nor any diamond too big." I don't usually consider myself in that class, but for these leopard/cow print heels, I'd let you call me "Pizza." The CB's they managed to convince her to sell weren't too shabby either.
So, that's what I coveted. What about you? What finds did you want to find most in your own closet?
Next week it's a Birkin bag showdown, when one lady might find hers to be faux. Stay tuned chickees.