Prêt-a-Party

Fangirls, take your places!

2009-04-10T09:15:00.000-07:00

Hello to all of my most favoritest readers and assorted friendlies!

And may I say, TGIF!

I'm sure it won't come as any surprise to you that my girls and I have all sorts of A-list funnage planned for the weekend. And alas, we're grounded here on the East Coast.

BUT IF WE WEREN'T--that is to say, if we were, for instance, closer to Austin, TX--you can bet your best Pucci-print bikini that we would be heading out to hear Kathi Appelt and Cynthia Leitich Smith at Book People.

I've blabbed all about my Cynthia love before, and completely and totally urge you to read ETERNAL if you haven't already. And Kathi's debut novel, The Underneath, has won many most fancified awards. They are mucho-talented ladies, the both of 'em.

Also, they both have shiny, shiny hair.

Go. Meet. Listen. Swoon. Then swing back thisaway and tell me all about what a fabbity time you had!

Who looks out for you?

MWAH!

--Mads

Oscar hangovers

2009-02-23T12:20:00.000-08:00

Thanks to all of you who followed my Oscars Twitter feed last night--I had a blast snarking along with all of my friendlies, both "real" and online!

As promised, here's a round-up of my faves of the Oscar fashion coverage:

First up, Television Without Pity does a "Best and Worst" photo gallery.

I'm going to ASSUME, obvs, that if you're reading my post, it's because you want my opinion, so without further ado:

MAJOR AGREE: about Tina Fey. That dress was heaven and she rawks.

MAJOR DISAGREE: about Miley Cyrus. Her gown was meant for someone three times her age and possibly performing in a Vegas lounge act. And the belt...wherefore, the belt?

As for the swipes about Phil-S-Hoff's knit cap--rumor has it that bad things are happening to his hair in the name of a movie role. So I'm willing to overlook it JUST THIS ONCE.

Eonline's Fashion Police mixes things up by allowing you to vote "Glam or Sham." I have to say that as much as Angie CLEARLY looks mega-gorj, I'm finding her new grown-up aesthetic to be a big, fat yawn.

Also, it's starting to seem like I'm the only person who didn't take ish with Frieda Pinto's dress, but it could be I'm clouded by my massive girl crush.

My girl Beyonce is fierce as ever, but is it just me, or does she look like she can barely breathe? There's a fine line between suffering for fashion and plain old foolishness.

The Fug girls are not without their signature strong opinions. I hear the concerns about La Klum's dress and how architectural it is, but let's face it: girlfriend could wear a potato sack and still look better than most of us on our best days. I say brava for taking a risk.

And finally, Marie Claire online has a look at Best and Worst of Oscar fashions throughout the years, with an eye toward some serious offenders (we're looking at YOU, Bjork). Don't hate me for finding Renee Zellweger to be srsly annoying. I don't even care that she can pull it out for a good red carpet showing.

All right, kiddos--here's hoping this tides us over until the MTV Movie Awards rear their aggressively trendtastic heads again.

Hasta la runway,

Your Fave Fashionista

Love Bites

2009-02-10T08:56:00.000-08:00

Just kidding (mostly).

I may be presently dudeless, but the truth is that there are way worse things in the world than spending Valentines doing the things that YOU love to do, rather than running around like a headless chicken trying to find the perfect overly-commercialized, saccharine-sweet, mass-produced pressie for some lunkhead who I'd bet my Prada thigh-highs doesn't even come close to deserving you.

(Because, I mean, who does? You're awesome.)

Myself, I'm super-psyched to get myself an ab fab gift that will definitely not disappoint: a copy of ETERNAL by Cynthia Leitich Smith! Cyn's one of my favorite authors, ever since I read the Southern-gothic shapeshifter creepfest, TANTALIZE, and ETERNAL is the companion novel to that book. And it is out today!

Pre-order your copy from Amazon today, 'cause you ain't borrowing mine.

And happy Valentines Day, friendlies!

LoveYaMeanIt, kisskisskiss.

SAG Snark

2009-01-27T17:26:00.000-08:00

Well, as some of you may have seen on Twitter, I once upon a time promised a round-up of Golden Globe fashion and, well, apparently . . . I lied.

I’m not proud of myself, people!

Sorry, kiddies—what can I say? I got swept up in sketches for my own Oscar gown, on the off- (but VERY exciting) chance that I get to go this year with Reegs. (related aside: SQUEE!!! The Oscars!)

So I hope you will understand that sometimes, a fashion brainstorm simply has to take priority.
Those of you who felt it necessary to CALL ME OUT on Twitter (coughPaigecough) can go take a leap into the Filene’s Basement bargain bins.

In the meantime, here’s a link to a great recap of the SAG award fashions.

My own thoughts (since of course my opinion is the only one that really counts) on some of the highlights:

Emily Blunt: should step away from the Reynolds Wrap.

Angelina: Really? That’s the best you can do, babe?

Evan Rachel Wood: Liking the matchy-matchy shoes and bag.

Jane Krakowski: You have scarred me for life.

Christina Applegate: I’m going to disagree with the TWOP folks, here—I really like the flapper vibe that she’s working.

Lisa Edelstein: Hott. That’s how to wear color, people.

January Jones: may be suffering from a severe head trauma.

Please to share your opinions, girlies!

location: The Closet
status: opinionated
Oscar gown: in progress

Spread the Lurve

2008-12-15T15:02:00.000-08:00

Friendlies, I have just the one question for you on this fine winter afternoon:
Have you been to iheartdaily yet?
And if not, WHY NOT?
(Okay, yeah, technically that was two questions. BUT REALLY. Why the delay?)
For serious, visit the site. Sign up for the newsletter. Follow the Twitter feed. iheartdaily is a free daily email of cool stuff.
It’s that simple: Free. Daily. Cool.
Brought to you by two fabu former magazine editors/current major stylistas, Melissa Walker and Anne Ichikawa. Needless to say, girlfriends have excellent taste.
Fashion. Entertainment. Beauty. News.
i heartheartheart iheartdaily.
You will, too.

location: the Bradbrary
currently reading: um, iheartdaily. duh.
pressing question/s: see above.

Fun and Games?

2008-12-12T16:57:00.000-08:00

Reegs has had the brilliantissimo idea of getting the gang together tonight for some stress-reduce-age in the form of bowl-a-rama. Normally, I’d be all about the pins (and needles), but in this particular case, I’m feeling likely to strike out.

(I’m obvs stressed when I’m punning with absolutemente zero remorse.)

I dunno . . . a certain someone and I have been trying to be all normal-like and pretend that nothing happened at the Hollywood Ball, but a big group outing might be a little too close for comfort. I’d be lying if I said that there wasn't something about his goofy grin that sends me spinning. No matter how much I try to deny it.

Ugh. Let’s face it. I’ve got to get my mind out of the gutter.

location: the Bradbrary—finals are a’comin!

status: spin-ny. Alas.

soundtrack: eighties remix on the iPod. Perfect studying tunes. NOT. But I can’t say no to classic Madge.

Video Killed the Radio Star

2008-09-08T13:07:00.000-07:00

For reals—who all caught the MTV VMAs last night? 'Cause let me tell you, there was fashion, and there were faux-pas. A lot. Of both.
Much as I know you friendlies are hanging on my every cyber-word, I didn't live blog, because yours truly couldn’t be distracted from the task of viewing with Spence and Paige. We sipped our custom-mixed saketinis (thanks for the recipe, Dad) each and every time a single soul referenced the possibility of a comeback by one Britney Spears. An upscale drinking game, if you will. Needless to say, things were a touch blurry about twenty minutes in.
Your consolation prize, then, is a round-up of my favorite fashions from the evening, for better or for worse. (Caveat: if you disagree with little old me, just keep it under your hat. I’m offering this as a service to the masses and am not especially looking for constructive criticism.)
Now, without further ado, the good, the bad, and the HOLY GABBANA.

THE GOOD:

Miley Cyrus actually managed to look cute, flirty, and totally age-appropriate. Go figure.
A-Simp was rockin’ the preggers belly with some seriously sexy red hair and a goth vibe. Me likey.
Note to Chase Crawford: Call me!
I think I have a girl crush on Bar Refaeli. She should be, like, a model or something.

THE BAD:

She-Pratt could use a good steaming for the dress, and a body scrub to de-orange-ify her fake-bake. I’m just sayin’.
What is going on with Cisco Adler? It’s like someone smacked him with a hipster stick. Try one trend at a time, homeboy.
Okay, so there’s nothing particularly wrong with Spencer Pratt's attire. Regardless, I still chose to blame him.
I’m all about the whole “You can never be too rich or too thin” thing, but seriously? Nicky Hilton needs to eat a sandwich, stat.

THE HOLY GABBANA!

Brooke Hogan better not bend over.
Kristen Stewart should prolly have kept the top up on the ride over. Or at least packed a brush.
She has voluntarily chosen to get horizontal with Spencer, which is a disaster. But the real issue I have with Heidi Montag is her cut-out booties and off-the-shoulder potato sack.
Perez Hilton is mad for plaid. Me, I’m just a little queasy taking in the whole outfit.

location: the den
mood: snarkalicious
crimes of fashion: numerous

Dog Days ≠ Going to the Dogs!

2008-08-31T19:45:00.000-07:00

Girlies, I know it’s the summertime and the air is so humid that it actually shimmers when you squint, but blitches, please—we still have our reputations as the Main Line’s young elite to uphold. And you know what that means . . .
Fashion first, friendlies!
For serious, if I see one more Bradfordian idly wandering through Rittenhouse Square in a Juicy Couture terry mini and Havaianas, there’s TOTES going to be hell to pay.
Step it up, girlfriends. You’re better than that. Terrycloth is only for the privacy of one’s own home. And even then, it's iffy.
Shame on all of you.

location: the Closet
fabric of choice: linen. How’d ya like that?
bewilderment at the fashion foibles of others: like, multifold