Fashion

Word on the street is, I think I know a thing or two about clothes. That's the only reason why I jumped at the chance to do fashion reporting. Alas, my editors are working to get be down to earth. (I like to float my head in the expensive boutiques that I can't afford) and into Mervyn's and Macy's. You know, where everyone else shops.

I have quite a disdain for the mall (part of my conditioning as a child which involved going to the mall with my mother and sisters every freakin' Saturday of our FREAKIN' lives.) I hate the mall. I hate going there. I hate shopping there. I wish I was rich and could just go to the boutiques all day. But alas, I see my editors' points. It's not about me and my mall hating (or the fact that you have to go through 12 degrees of seperation just to get an OK from the national chains to take a picture of a pretty girl in a sweater.)

So I'm going to lighten up. I'm going to get my little junior fashionista nose out of the air and warm up to the discount, khaki seperates and Talbot's of the world. It might not be that bad. I hear the people are really nice.

But fashion people can afford? Pashaw! Fashion for me is fantasy and art. It's stuff I wish I could afford. C'est la vie. Oh, well. My next fashion feature (for fall, and it's going to be be a biggie!) is going down later in October (the shoot is Thursday). It will be my last all designer boutique, ridiculously expensive shoot. From now on it will be a mix of the chic and the chic for cheap.

I still try to keep it fashion forward, but ... well, we'll see. I can learn to love Mervyn's. I mean, I'm trying to warm up to country music. Why not learn to love the softer side of Sears? As Wyclef Jean would say, "say what, say what, anything could happen."