Yes, I admit it. My name is Kim and I’m a shop-a-holic. I’m totally Champagne taste on a tap water budget, and recently I’ve been so great and on the wagon — a really dry diet of inexpensive thrift fashion and recycled clothing.
But I’m coming down off of NYC Fashion Week last month, a horrendous winter of nothing but layers, layers and, oh yeah, more layers and just recently, work on a project involving luxury brands. Meaning? I am jonesing for something spring-like, pretty, on-trend and NEW. Emphasis on new. Never-been-worn. And preferably, shoes or a leather jacket. Platform Christian Louboutin Praia espadrilles and a shrunken washed leather Rick Owen or All Saint’s jacket, to be exact.
Now. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been trying to stave off a relapse by holding daily shopping meetings at my few fav EV thrifty places, like AuH20 Thriftique, helmed by the lovely Kate Goldwater, and Village Style, which is rockin’ a great Austin, TX., or Ralph Lauren-inspired window these days, below….
But my thrift addictions have gotten the better of me. And since Sunday, with my friend in town from Sweden in tow and a crazed expression spreading on my face and a giddy feeling emanating from my gut since Top Shop, I started sprinkling in some mass-consumption reconnoitering at all those biggies who are democratizing fashion. You know the ones. I really lost it at Zara, where I realized I had to have the must-have ubiquitous short trench coat and then found the high-low style replacement ingredient to the shrunken Rick Owen jacket. And bought three. Plus a T-shirt for $40. A T-shirt. I had officially lost it.
It got worse. I found platform espadrilles at Forevs (in my case, we will now always refer to this shop as Forever 39. Hey. It works for me), and they were even comfortable! Then a wedgie fake-off of the Givenchy wrapped platform Fisherman Wedge stacker ($1,190 at Barneys!) in a dusty chocolate taupe that matched one of the “leathers.”
You might think I would’ve been done by then. But, oh no. You’d be wrong. At Strawberry’s, I came upon the Christian Louboutin-esque statuesque Praia-style espadrilles with the jute that becomes the back of the shoe heel. Okay, they’re too big, but I figure my feet will swell in the summer. Plus, P and I had pulled them up online that morning and they were $535 at Barneys. ‘Nuff said. I also snagged another “leather” shortie, this one even cheaper than the one’s from Zara.
So. Back home with my fashion porn, with shopper’s remorse creeping into my heart and the tristesse of knowing I have to pay my accountant before being able to pay Amex, I realized I will just have to return as many of these new clothes as possible. (Although, I’m definitely keeping one of the “leather” shorties, a bone sort of shade, which I plan to have serve as my trench coat fill-in for the season.)
Then yesterday, I saw this story on the Today Show, and I realized the true disease I have. Someone call AA — Aesthetics Anonymous! I am a shopping bulimic! I binge shop, out of control, and then, since I cannot afford it, purge by returning!
If only I could be an amnesiac shopping bulimic, where I binge but forget to return. Sigh.
But that would be a different ailment.
I think they call it rich.
unveils its Red Dress collection runway show on celebrity models like Suzanne Somers, Eve and other A-listers sashaying in scarlet gowns to lend their efforts to the cause: raising awareness of the number one killer of American women — heart disease.
Who’s ready to watch your weight, lower your cholesterol levels and pump up the volume?!
More MBFW coverage as the week progresses.
This Independent Fashion Bloggers‘ conference is turning into a Fashion Week extravaganza:
Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez, the geniuses behind Proenza Schouler, will be the main and major speakers during this coming Fashion Week’s blogging conference at Milk studios in NYC (February 10-11, 2011).
Past conferences have included panel discussions with veteran fashion bloggers Susie Bubble, BrianBoy and Tavi, whose youth and insightful posts, to say nothing of her eclectic style, runway-impeding bow hats and collaboration with Jane Pratt, have put her on the fashion world’s map.
Stay tuned. I’ll be there.
Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble, indeed! There’s a magical new retail spot poised to cast its spell on the East Village. Change of Season, an upscale boutique ensconced in half of the old Enchantments witchcraft shop on East 9th Street, opened its doors for business this Fashion Week, conjuring up cool European designer duds for discount dollars. I dropped in about week ago on my friend and co-owner Clinton Curtis-Querci, who was putting the finishing touches on the adorable space. Clinton kindly showed me the tricks of his new trade: ethereally high fashion pieces from Vivienne Westwood, Balenciaga, Comme des Garçons, Dries Van Noten, Margiela and Galliano, all lovingly curated from a season previous and all magically marked at 50 to 70% off normal boutique retail prices.
Clinton and partner Marco Querci-Curtis, both fashion world denizens (Clinton from a video background, Marco from Banana Republic as Director of Accessories) have assigned the space a delicious boutique hotel lobby feeling replete with matte blackened vintage luggage, a brass concierge trolley cart and a black and gilded motif with a coordinating chandelier and display cases. The tiny spot is well on its way to summoning a cult following: write-ups already have appeared on The Thread on nbcnewyork.com and racked.com. From little black dresses to one-off jewelry pieces, Change of Season is a designer outlet done right for the time we’re in.
Is it sorcery or the supernatural that the duo can find such great fashions for such super prices? Glamour yourself over to 341 East 9th between 1st and 2nd to find out. No eye of newt necessary.
As Fashion Week continues…Day 4…a bagpipe serenade opens the Farmers Market at Tompkins Square Park this a.m. The East Village screams its way awake, literally, via either the homeless (hello, Hot Dog), the crazies (hello, Hot Dog, again) or the dirty-stay-out partiers in the park.
Favorite new fashion news sources this week: StyleList.com (holla, LM!) and Fashionista.com (fun, cute stuff, but they need to learn to spell check). Old stalwarts remain Sartorialist.com, wwd.com, NYMagazine.com. Oh, and of course, The New York Times, The NY Post, both online & on page. Oh yeah, and twitter, sometimes.
Wondering if Anna Wintour’s Fashion’s Night Out was the financial impetus and shopping success she hoped for? I read fabulous snippets of amazing cocktail parties, but it sounded kind of like a pub crawl for retail. I expected everyone in drag or Dior, with a be-bobbed party puppet corralling party goers for the next stop: “Okay! Everybody! Ten more minutes with Zac! [Posen, spray painting chic, expensive frocks in Bergdorf’s windows.] Over and out here! Jonathan’s at the wheel next! [Throwing pottery at Barneys with partner Simon Doonan spouting philosophic inanities to The NY Post. Cocktails on Mary Kate and Ashley! [The Olsen Twins, bartending.] Open Ceremony after! More champers, people! More buying! Com’on! Credit cards OUT! Drink up! Drink UP! People! PEOPLE! ”
Sorta like a Santacon fest, I thought, without the garish santa or sexy elf costumes. A blogger at Huffington Post stalked elusive buyers throughout the evening. I, for one, passed through the Big K earlier that day for a curling iron, just doing my part to spur the economy. Ran into one of fashion journalism’s greats, who was NOT buying a hair appliance for his golden-ish head of curls, but with a most sweet & lovely woman at his side, who I assumed was his beautiful wife.
In all fairness, my “bargain buying” included expensive wrist splints for BOTH hands, a new office chair (lumbar support and all), laptop riser, wireless keyboard and mouse. I would have preferred to have blown those purchases off and secured some Balenciaga boots for the season and a Kate Moss Top Shop shopping spree, but…due to nerve damage to my fingers and seven of the reasons for irregular blogging as of late…I’ve had to opt for more functional fashion swipes.
Anyway. Rock on, Fash-On Week….