Dear Awesomest Louboutins In The World,

Dear Awesomest Louboutins In The World, a.k.a. the Christian Louboutin "Rodita" Zip Sandals,
See "Dear Chloe Shoes." Sentiments remain the same, but insert "5 inches" instead of "4.7 inches" for heel height.

I loved you from afar back in 2008, included you in a collection I designed, and was beyond excited to see you just now on sale at The Outnet! But the excitement was short-lived, my former friends. You were ON SALE, with ONLY MY SIZE LEFT - in any other circumstance a total sign from the gods that you had to be mine, stat! But you ruined my night when closer inspection revealed your heel height to be so insanely excessive that you will make me a freak show giant rather than a dreamy vision of undeniable chic, WHICH I TOTALLY COULD BE if only you knocked those things down an inch or two. But no, no, you had to go the extra distance, limiting your purchasing audience to tiny people with big feet.

GOOD LUCK.

Bitter, disillusioned love,
Rachel

obligatory Anna Wintour interview post

I'd never heard Anna Wintour speak before (I didn't ever realize she was British!), and I was pleasantly surprised at her good humor. This interview didn't really tell me anything new (Vogue is a leader in the fashion publication industry? No way!), but it's cool to see the dream team in action. No matter how bitchy A-Wint may or may not be in person, she really is just such a powerhouse and I love that.

Dreamiest, though, are the other cameos: Nicolas...Karl...Alexander...let's hear it for the boys! Fashion is a funny industry in that the real major domos of it--designers--are rarely in front of the camera. Designers' clothes are larger-than-life, on runways and in your face everywhere, but it's a treat to see them connected to their creators' very human little bodies and voices.

[Also kind of made me wish that "The Devil Wears Prada" was on cable, just so I could revel in Emily's insane outfits....]

bad decision, banana.

guest post by the lovely Erin! she sent this gem to my inbox and I had to share.

WHAT IS THIS PICTURE? Literally the worst "picture of a garment used to sell said garment" I have EVER SEEN.

BANANA REPUBLIC?! I do not want your dress banana republic.

amen, sistah.

yard sale of champions

The yard sale thrown by eternal bastions of hip Ana, Tita, Brian Lichtenberg and Mariko on Sunday was probably the greatest yard sale in the history of ever. All of the hosts are beyond fashion-forward, so instead of weeding through XXL tent dresses and old Express jeans to find one sort-of-OK blouse, it was more like trying to decide between last-season Sigerson Morrison shoes for $10 or Michael Kors shoes for $10. I was in a major fashion-scouting mood; it was the perfect day to frolic in piles of designer clothes with fashion junkies.

the lovely Tita and Ana overseeing the sale and the champagne


fashionable feet (left: Mariko. right: girl who got the Michael Kors)

the last scraps of Mariko's pile. she has stacks of clothes from her years at Marc Jacobs, and you could see every season represented. I made out like a BANDIT since, lucky me, she has my same crazy-long-limb disease. new J Brand black skinnies, old faded Sevens, vintage cocoa-colored Wranglers, and a never-worn silk MJ bomber jacket. lovvvve. wore it for the rest of the day. and also today. so sad that I don't wear the same shoe size (see multiple MJ's above).

Brian, other guy with Brian, Elliott (the original rescuer of our cat when he was a tragic tiny kitten abandoned under Elliott's porch, and also a very dapper person.)

leftovers from Brian Lichtenberg's pile. extra neon fur, a green visor, Dior dustbag, PALM PILOT. sure, why not? [I snagged some great hand-printed fabric of his to hang as a closet curtain.]

this carefully outfitted guy inspecting the particleboard struck me as very funny.


I had to tell myself not get this old Singer. so preeeetty & industrial.


somehow wearing a 70s bikini top seemed logical that morning.


driving back past silverlake reservoir.

Items of Note

1. Anyone seen Madewell's new "MyMadewell" feature? I know they're trying to capitalize on the whole "this isn't glossy advertising, it's just totally stylish real girls who happen to wear this awesome brand" thing... but it's just too cutesy to ring true. Meet the MyMadewell crew: Emily, a writer/editor, loves The Shins, the farmers' market, afternoon movies, traveling, and skinny Madewell jeans! Anne, on the other hand, takes guilty pleasure in Top 40 pop and adores Sunday brunch with the girls, mani-pedis, brownies, straight-fit Madewell jeans and "Love Actually"!

It's a direct copy of those American Express ads with Kate Winslet or whoever filling out blank forms with their endearingly relatable answers to rope you into thinking of AmEx as your brand next door. Blech.

2. My coworker wore these on Tuesday night when we were out at Myhouse, and they were KILLER. Turns out she snagged them on sale from Urban! I can't get them because she beat me to it, but you still can. Do it for me.

[sam edelman lombard bootie]

3. I'm watching Gossip Girl (thx DVR) and the episode's OK...but not even half as good as its Gawker recap.

4. Whoa nelly, next week's GG is an 80s flashback with young Rufus & Lily?! Hecckkkk yes.

xoxo,
MG

Dear Chloe Shoes,

Why are your heels 4.7 inches tall? Was that really necessary? Did you look around at all those standard 3-inchers and say to yourselves, "One-upping them is not good enough for the likes of me! I shall 1.7-up them!"?

Well, Chloe shoes, pride gets you nowhere with me. You've shot yourself in the foot (HA! FOOT!) with your 1.7-upmanship, because I refuse to be 6' 2" while wearing you! I'm putting my foot (HA! FOOT!) down.

But while I disapprove of your thoughtless selfishness, I can still forgive and forget. If you ever decide to change, call me.

Sincerely,
Rachel


[see them bigger on yoox]
[see entire chloe spring 2008 rtw show on style.com]

Fabulosity Friday

MMMM!!!

[floral tulip dress, forever 21 (srsly? too cute to really be $25, right?)]

yes, i know this violates my old anti-floral sentimants. obviously i have succumbed to seasonal influences, just like on holidays. oh, whatever. bring it on, nature.