Jessica McConnell

Vogue Paris: 90 Years of Decadence

In fashion, Fashion News on October 3, 2010 at 1:41 pm

I had to post these links…

Feeling very inspired by the ultra luxe ambiance of this party, the pictures and thought processes behind the costumes are enough to make me fall in love with fashion again, even if I am surrounded by black and gold fever in the steel city.

Enjoy and as always, stay Absolutely Fabulous.

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2010/10/01/fashion/20101001-frenchvogueparty-2.html, www.nytimes.com.

http://lookbooks.com/jill-lambiase/post_view/vogue-paris-celebrates-90-years-with-a-bal-masque, www.lookbooks.com.

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Insert Cleavage Here

In fashion on August 1, 2010 at 6:14 pm

 

If you don’t have cleavage, you want it. If you have too much, you’d gladly give it to some A-cup waif.

Bottom line: Fashion has never made it socially acceptable to be a C-cup with curves. Meaning, unless you worked for Victoria’s Secret, you’d be unemployed by most major fashion houses, who in recent years have gravitated towards younger models with boyish figures. The clothes look amazing, as usual, which is the point anyway. But is it?

The majority of women purchasing clothing are not size 0, 17-year-old models. They’re career women with children and busy lives who are curvy and eat chocolate cake. Who then exercise like hell to work off the calories from that cake. These are real women who swoon over fashion and fall in love season after season but designers, over time, haven’t returned the dedication. Until now.

So bring on the sexy pin-up girl style. You should flaunt whatever you have because anything is socially acceptable now. Not only has our one true passion embraced it’s true customer but it’s making women feel prettier than ever by making beautiful clothing for Every Body. I will always  adore the fact that Marc Jacobs had an epiphany and pulled models like Elle Macpherson, Karolina Kurkova and Bar Refaeli for his Fall 2010 show for Louis Vuitton. His ode to the fifties breaths new life into house wife domestication with corsets and cleavage that’s not too sexy for everyday.

Enjoy.

Diary of a Shop Girl

In Diary, Diary of a Shop Girl, fashion on December 8, 2009 at 8:47 pm

 

Since I never expressly said, I ended up not taking the job at Saks Fifth Avenue…I decided, a commission only job was not what I had in mind when I said I’d try and find a “full-time” job. So instead, I’m back to working at my two jobs, thank God they loved me enough to take me back with my same hours and schedule. In the meantime, I’m working with a designer to help get her line of specialty bridal headpieces and veils, as well as trendy headbands, off to a good start. I’m looking forward to fashion shows and trade shows, where hopefully, she sells lots of merchandise!

Anyway, funny thing today…I’m at the consignment store, working of course, and despite the many unusual people who walk in and out, not including the junkies and drunks, I was most appalled today at a mispronunciation that left my jaw permanently glued to the floor. This woman walks in with 2 girls in tow. They perused every rack, the one with the blonde wig and missing tooth making my boss extremely nervous. One of the girls clearly hadn’t showered for days, her stench permeating everything she touched, including my precious designer clothing. As she picked up a pair of Antik denim jeans, I cringed. She later scoffed at the  price. She clearly needed new jeans though, because the ones she was wearing bared so much ass that you would’ve thought she was a celebrity gone bad in a tabloid. Unfortunately, this was no Britney Spears.

Her friend, who smelled much more pleasant, came up to the counter and asked me to see a backpack. So I pulled down the black nylon Prada and handed it to her. She turned to her platinum haired companion and asked, “What’s P-ur-aye-da?” I stopped all thought processes and just stared as the response was, “I think it’s designer, ain’t it?” She says this to me as if this is something normal that everyone asks. All I could manage to say was, “Prada.” I pronounced it properly and attempted to unhinge my jaw from the floor.

My job puts “being fabulous and broke” in true perspective for me and constantly tests my patience. If nothing else, it keeps things interesting and drama infused for sure.