Fashun: The Commentary

Yes, in fact I'm well aware of the fact that the infamous month of fashion is receding from of my/your/our rearview mirror, and yet, I had the audacity to evade yet a single comment upon the affair. In case you were wondering or even noticed.

Fashion week, or it's more politically correct verbiage fashun week, is the holy grail of all things wearable yet at my expense, unattainable and  highly dreamable. If that were a real thing.

A lot has happened in the past 3 weeks, all of which I have little to no incentive, desire or intention to recap upon each and every of 300+ Fashun Showz that took place this September, if only for your sake and my sanity. But as an amateur blogger I'm almost 96% sure it's in the deed of my writ to URL ownership to "fill you in", even if told in all the glory of my biased and prematurely cultivated intellect.

Instead of reviewing show after show of masterful, ornate, pee-your-pants-worthy displays of beautifully crafted art–not even clothing, art–with tedious slivers of wit and invalid commentary, imma show you my 4 of my fave collections, and call it an afternoon. This way, we can get the point as quickly and as painlessly as possible with as little remorse in your in our mutual grief in absence to such event. If it makes you feel any better, I like pretend the my Stella McCartney SS14 invite got lost on the mail.

Remember when we played that game ages ago when I had to summarize my thoughts upon an item of clothing two sentences or less and then I took liberty of constructing a loosely based interpretation of that rule and wrote practically two paragraphs per photo? Well, let's do it again!

Pyjama dayz

"Is that Au Jour Le Jour Resort 2013?", you might inquisitively ask, your words laced smartly with disapproving undertones. "Oh silly," I'd reply, supposedly flattered, " it's just a little Walmart Sleep Tight I picked up a few eves ago, but I see how you could get confused", my voice then practically dripping with a persistent twinge of degrading sarcasm .

Today, I find myself on the tail of trend, again. Wooh. On this particular occasion, residing on the caboose of such involving pj's as they enter cycle 19 2.0 ( Tyra, please stop) of sufficiently infiltrating every commercial post in essentially the whole, wide, world.

Take a Gander

And take note in the fact that I'm not quite sure what a "gander" is, and thereby hope the aforementioned is sufficient in pointedly addressing the real question at hand: Which shoes are which? Which? Which? Which?

 

V.

Today's Humdrum

Let's start of honest for a change. Point blank: this outfit here, bores me. I know, I know ultimately made the decision to sport such a look, but in truth I formulated this outfit such a looong time ago, I just can't even contemplate such an archaic fixture of mind.

Fourteen days suddenly feels like an eternity.

Back At School

While I hail and envy the continuance of the much anticipated week of fashion that is upon us, meanwhile at school, a personally much, much, MUCH less anticipated fraction of a first week of September is similarly in the works.

I'm excited– if you couldn't tell already.