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In fashion the topic of fur is almost as serious as white-washed runways and eating disorders. Some designers couldn’t live without showing fur in every collection— yes, even their spring/summer collections— and others would rather die before even letting a real leather shoe touch their runway. When I was little I thought fur was just ‘fabulous, dahling’, but now I’m not exactly sure where I stand on the topic.

Part of me thinks fur is foul. Tons of little, cuddly-when-they’re-not-vicious creatures die to make every piece, but the little kid in me that still walks around stores stroking fabrics, loves the feeling and is drawn to is glamorized allure.

One of my favorite outfits from Sex and the City features a gorgeous fur coat. The perfect, slinky, black, beaded dress Carrie wears to the party at the end of the Fleet Week episode was paired perfectly with a large, dramatic fur. The outfit still seems absolutely perfect to me, but I don’t think I’d ever try to mimic it because of this ethical fur dilemma.

Do I approve or don’t I?

Also, I love the way Rachel Zoe wears furs without inhibition. I completely respect her for being a fantastic stylist, and though I had my doubts, I actually like her show, The Rachel Zoe Project. There’s just something very glam-hippie about her vintage furs, and it really romanticizes them. The same goes for the editorial in the 2008 issue of Fashion Rocks with Sasha Pivovarova and Dahni Harrison. The hippie vibe just draws me to the look of scraggly furs.

To be honest, I don’t think I’d put up much of a fight if I was given a fur, I just don’t think I’d buy one myself, because that would technically mean I was directly funding the fur industry.

Oh, the ethical dilemmas! What are your feelings on fur?

This weekend was full of me doing a whole bunch of nothing. I rented August and 21, bought new clothes, ate lots of food, read some funny Hollywood gossip,  got stoked about Fashion Indie’s Brooklyn Bridge fashion show today at 6pm, and watched the last 6 episodes of Mad Men which was quite interesting, not only for the content of the show but for the fashion. Though I found myself madly lusting over the voluminous circle skirts, my favorite thing about the show, or at least the last two episodes is the message its giving to women.

I know it sounds really ironic, a TV show based in the 50s about a bunch of misogynistic ad men is giving women an inspirational message? Well the thing is there are a few choice female characters that really get it. They realize the power they have as women, and use that to their advantage even though in the show they do hold more of a background power, its still better than going for the power and never getting it. My favorite line of all the episodes I watched was when Bobbie Barrett (Melinda McGraw’s character) tells Peggy Olson (Elizabeth Moss’ character) that she needs to act like the woman she wants to be and then become that woman. She also says she needs to stop trying to be a powerful man with the corner office and be a powerful woman.

So, how do I just be a powerful woman and not a woman trying to be a powerful man and not just that but, “who do I want to be?” and “how do I act like that person?”

Since the movie August was fresh in my mind I let my mind venture into the who I have to swindle to become Josh Hartnett’s girlfriend, but a couple days and one potential sex scandal later and I’m thinking otherwise.

Then I decided I wanted to be someone who’s out of college, but realized by acting like I don’t have to go to school and intern skipping class, that wouldn’t actually help me get out of college so that went out the window too.

Finally I just decided I wanted to be the best damn me I could possibly be and if that happens to mean I end up dating some gorgeous hopefully financially secure whatever then so be it, and if I happen to end up with this t-shirt Natalie Portman wore arriving at the Westin Excelsior Resort at the the Venice Film Festival on Monday, then lucky me, and if I happen to become this awesomely successful publicist/stylist/fashion blogger— please, please, please— then that’s life. The one thing that I did settle on, was I’m going to become the owner of a marvelous 50s style skirt and I will pair it with a slouchy burnout tank preferably from Alexander Wang and lots and lots of cheapo metal bangles because who doesn’t like being a human tambourine!?

Who do you want to be?

Rumors, rumors everywhere. Is Marc married? No one cares! For the past week-ish all I’ve been hearing on the fashion gossip side is Marc Jacobs is getting married to new beau Lorenzo Martone. Everyone’s surprised because they’ve only been together for a few months and were supposed to have been getting “hitched” in Paris last weekend, but no one really knows if they did or didn’t— and, now there’s some sort of giant, mysterious scandal that can only be solved by Nancy Drew or a well dressed Sherlock Holmes.

But in all honesty, I could care less who Marc marries, and if he ever marries. He could be in love with a different guy ever 3 months, stay with the same game for the rest of his life, swear off love, swear off men and go straight, the list could go on, but none of it matters, as long as he:

• Keeps pissing off the fashion elite with his extreme tardiness, because their front-row complaints are very amusing to us little people who get to see the photos the next morning on Style.com no matter what time the show starts.
• Keeps making those same spurned fashion elite bite their tongues after seeing his collections.
• Stops making fuzzy halos that Mary-Kate will consistently wear around her bobble-sized head— she doesn’t need an excuse to look even more extraterrestrial.
• Keeps throwing crazy costume parties and dressing up as things like Pigeons and Camel Toes.
• Keeps shocking people with kooky ad campaigns.
• Stops making t-shirts with Hillary Clinton’s ugly mug on it, she’s not worthy— I promise!
• Hires me in some position other than store clerk sometime in the future, hopefully near future. (Just thought I’d throw this on in there for good measure. I have to look out for number 1!)

Another year means another CFDA awards ceremony. There are winners, losers, braggers, and spoilsports— but let’s face it, aside from knowing who won Menswear Designer of the Year (Tom Ford) and who won Womenswear Designer of the Year (Francisco Costa), not much matters except for who wore what. I flicked through over 100 pictures on Style.com, because my invite must have gotten lost in the mail— ha— and widdled it all down to MY favorite 10 plus 2.

1. Erin Fetherston, in her own design: Aside from the little fact that Erin Fetherston is the cutest thing since My Little Pony, seeing her in a diaphanous floral number made my heart skip a beat while the fashion part of my brain lit up uncontrollably. She looks like the perfect flower nymph, ready to party her tush off at the CFDA awards.
2. Chanel Iman with Calvin Klein Menswear’s Italo Zucchelli: She looks all grown up! Who knew an messy up-do and a purple Calvin Klein gown could make Chanel look like the beautiful woman she’s growing up to be? This isn’t a ’she made herself look matronly’ situation— she looks perfect for her age. Also, most people cant pull off a strip of jewels down the center of a dress, but considering she’s tiny, being cut in half laterally is no problem for her.
3. Kasia Struss, in Rodarte: There’s something about the Fall/Winter 2008 Rodarte collection that makes me swoon, no matter who I see wearing it. I love the perfectly coiffed yet completely ripped apart look of the collection, and the Grecian-esque key hole is sexy and not trashy like it was on Christina Aguilera when she showed some under-boob cleavage at some MTV award show during her X-Tina days.
4. Yigal Azrouël with Katie Lee Joel, in his design: As hard as it may be to ignore Yigal because he’s so cute, let’s focus on the bottom of the dress he designed being worn by Miss Katie Lee Joel. The layered scallop layers either remind me of giant fish scales or flower petals. Luckily, I like both ideas and think the dress is wonderful!
5. Susan and Zac Posen: It’s Zac Posen, need I say more? Three things to note: bow tie, 3/4 length sleeves, and Momma Posen— I love it when guys bring their moms to award ceremonies. It makes me melt a bit, even if Zac and I aren’t playing for the same team, I love him to death!
6. Famke Janssen, in David Meister: Her body makes me jealous because she’s beyond fit, and she can actually pull off the one-shoulder look because, unlike some of us, she doesn’t have that terrible plague I like to call armpit fat. Damn her!
7. Daiane Conterato and Jen Brill, both in Proenza Schouler: I have no idea who these two are, so shoot me, but they look extraordinary in there Proenza frocks, and Jen’s face is either really, really angry or totally fierce.
8. Maggie Gyllenhaal, in Proenza Schouler: Jodhpurs terrify me beyond belief. They’re right up there with shorts, but Maggie G wears them effortlessly. She isn’t quite as dressy as most of the people at the ceremony, but she still looks beyond chic!
9. Ashley Olsen, in Calvin Klein Collection: I’m starting to think Ashley only smiles when Mary Kate isn’t around, but that’s beside the point. I know she looks like a matador, but anyone who can look like they’re going to fight a bull and still make me jealous gets an A+ in my book.
10. Kim Cattrall, in Monique Lhuillier, with Tom Ford, in his own design: Maybe I’m still coming down from my Sex-and-the-City-movie high or Tom Ford’s sexiness is just skewing my view of this photo, but I think both Mr. Ford and Ms. Cattrall look suberb. Did I mention Tom’s a WINNER!

HONORABLE MENTIONS and PICTURES after the jump! (more…)

Sean Avery makes me so angry. Actually, he not only makes me angry, but he makes me seethe. Usually, I don’t let people get under my skin like this, especially people I don’t know, but he just needs to take some time and stay off my computer screen especially when I’m looking at something that doesn’t have to do with hockey. Oh, and did I mention he used to be on the Detroit Red Wings, my favorite hockey team since birth, but he isn’t any more— nope, he and Shanahan trucked their slapshotting asses to the New York Rangers, but let’s stick to his fashion related incidents shall we?

Mr. Avery…where shall I begin, how about the fact that he’s interning at a little magazine I call Vogue? Why? I couldn’t tell you, but I can tell you that not only is he interning at Vogue, he’s a big hockey star mind you, but he’s getting paid to be an intern. Did I mention he’s a big hockey star with lots and lots of money? There are very few, and I mean maybe no, interns at Vogue that get paid.

My next grievance is, Vogue will be taking him to all the couture shows, so he can flirt with all the pretty models learn something about fashion. Seriously…

Also, if you flip to page 78 in the June issue of US Vogue. Start from the top and just let your eyes float to the bottom. Now tell me, what seems to be awkward about this page? Yup, there’s Avery’s black-eyed mug smack dab in the middle of Chanel Iman and Behati Prinsloo. PLEASE VOGUE STEP UP YOUR GAME!

The pièce de resistence is the picture to the left. That’s Mr. Avery at the Fifi Awards dancing with Vera Wang. Why exactly is he there? I have no idea He’s her date. Was this the straw that broke the camels back? HELL YES!

Excuse me while I calm down a bit. Go Red Wings!

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