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04.16.2005


- Just wondering, but have you entered our Mary-Kate and Ashley haiku contest? No pressure.


- Is everyone aware that this is Russian Fashion Week? We thought it was just Revelations week. Fashion Wire Daily reports that models for local line Vassa staged a runway catfight and were pulled off each other by security guards. Now that’s comedy.


- We always thought Chip and Pepper were the Proenza Schouler of denim, and that their partnership would one day be ripped asunder by some foxy Vogue staffer. But apparently they’re brothers. Did everyone else know this?


- Sale of the weekend: Theory’s lemonade cashmere sweater. Theory’s kind of the epitome of the wardrobe we’d had if we were smart enough to major in economics and get an investment banking job. Somewhere, in an alternate universe, we’re enjoying cashmere Theory sweaters, doorman buildings, and a comprehensive health care plan and we probably want to shoot ourselves in the head. $210 marked down to $147

- Today we were walking to the grocery store and saw this puddle that was not a puddle. Of water, anyway. And this guy walking toward us seriously aims for it, and splashed so much dog pee into the air that we could see how it was a tiny bit yellow. That was the second most disgusting sidewalk incident we’ve ever had, after stepping in dog poo in our pink Tsubo shoes and then cleaning the fucked one with (a) hose and (b) sacrificial toothbrush while making gagging noises the whole time.

This city is going to hell in a handbasket.


It’s such a pain finding the people we like online: Sure, you can go to the department store websites, but you have to comb through so much crap to get to the Theory. And our favorite real-life boutiques (like Scoop) have ultra-limited online options. (Even if shopping online does keep us safe from their fanged sales staff.) This is how we found shopbop: We kept getting aggravated looking for Ella Moss and Chip & Pepper and Vince and they kept coming up on google. It’s kind of like dating someone in your office: They keep showing up, and finally you’re like, hey, why not. (Er, we could go on about that for a while, but let’s just leave that there.)

Marc by Marc Jacobs shoes: Seriously, it’s sick how obsessed we are with these shoes. Maybe it’s because they make wearing jeans and a t-shirt so acceptable. They have them in a boutique nearby and we’ll just go in and pretend like we haven’t seen them before, and pet them like they are puppies. We wouldn’t even wear them; we’d just admire them. That is so wrong. $305


Rachel Leigh Jewelry: We’re totally loving over-the-top rings like this these days: It’s like, “Hell, no, I’m not married. I’m fabulous.” Okay, we feel like a petulant fourth grader writing that, but you get the point. $154


Vanessa Bruno bags: We don’t mean to repeat ourselves, but this is our Vanessa Bruno bag in an even nicer color. We’d say something stupid like Vive le france! but now we know that she’s Dutch and Danish. $156


Chip & Pepper: Exclusively at shopbop! But we don’t understand why. That’s like you’re a pimp, and you’re telling your prostitute she can only service one guy. Man, that metaphor is totally out of control. But anyway, this >Chip & Pepper mini skirt! Only at shopbop! By the way, it’s officially called the “Bareballer Gold, XXX,” so it looks like we’re not the only ones going in that direction. $143


Charlotte: These days, with this incense poisoning going on, the only thing we have the energy to put on is yoga pants. These are perfect. We use that word too often, “perfect,” but look: wide legs, smocking at the waistband, and so nicely pink. Maybe not perfect like math perfect, but perfect in its own utilitarian way. Lots of other colors, too. $66


Do you see what’s going on there? Those are reindeer, and flowers, and that’s part of a curtain. How genius is that? The designer’s name is Tord Boontje, and if you’re been anyway near a museum store in the past year, you’ve probably seen his light garlands — we’re obsessed with those, too, but now we’re all about the curtains. They’re Tyvek — that’s the same material as Fed Ex envelopes. And did we mention they have reindeer on them? We like the green, but they also come in white, red, and beige. We’re going to string them up between one half of our studio and the other half of our studio and convince ourselves that these lovely Tyvek deer have helped us acquire our very own one-bedroom apartment.


A full-length shot of the curtains — ideally, you’d overlap three or so to cover about six feet … er, laterally, or east to west, or however you’d describe that. $99


And the famous lighting thing. We got butterflies in our stomach the first time we saw it. We are such consumerist whores. $75

PS Have you entered our Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen haiku contest yet? Did we mention the thing about the PRIZES?


- Thank God. Who cares. All it means is that we’ll never have to read another “What Will Tom Ford Do Next?” story. Now we can focus on the really important things in life, like Karl Lagerfeld’s tuna blackberry mousse-centric diet book.

By the way, the first sentence of the linked piece describes Ford as being “controversial.” Dudes. Gandhi was controversial. Desegregation legislation was controversial. Tom Ford = controversy like Paris Hilton = actress.


- Page Six reports that Demi Moore will be the new face of Versace. Now seriously: When will they admit that the Muppets’ Janice was modeled on Donatella?

- Have you entered our Mary-Kate and Ashley haiku contest yet? There are PRIZES.


We were going to do a column on our five favorite cheap spring jackets, but guess what: They don’t exist. We went to go get some Diet Coke, looking for cute jackets, and no one was wearing them. They were all wearing blazers. We missed that memo, but no fighting city hall on that one, so we’ve decided to go with the flow and focus our attention on our five favorite cheap spring blazers. Here’s a sidebar: We drink too much Diet Coke, and the clerk at the little bodega where we normally purchase it has taken to burning incense all the time. This is giving us migraines — because everytime we go to drink from our 20 oz. bottle, we breathe in this fucking crap incense that’s coating the plastic. That is to explain why we first wrote, in the previous sentence, “we’ve decided to go with the flower.”

Okay, so it’s not exactly cheap, but we love this Lauren Moffatt jacket so much we had to include it. Equal parts spring and sexy. We were reading E! Online’s gossip column by Ted Casablancas, and he quoted Rachel Bilson as saying the difference between sexy and slutty is sexy is when everyone wants to do you, slutty is when you look like you want to do everyone. Why can we remember that — why have we reflected on that the entire weekend — and yet we’re not entirely sure how to hardboil an egg? Anyway, this jacket is sexy. $312


French terry! Like a bathrobe. But in blazer form. Plus the revamped sleeves. A blazer without the boring bits. Alliteration! That will be this week’s narrative theme. $64


The Velveteen Victorian from Anthropologie. They’ve almost taken care of the alliteration for us. Very va-va-voom. In a Victorian spinster sort of style. Beautifully blossom-y in basil, but buy the black if you’re boring. $118


We love blazers with bow-fronts. We particularly love them on irony-minded pregnant women: Untie me and you get a baby! Ha! That would be the funniest baby-wardrobe joke we ever heard.


We’d probably never take this Paper Denim & Cloth blazer off. Like cargo pants, or our Long and Lean jeans from the Gap. It’s like our high school boyfriend, whose perfection was precisely his adaptability. You could take that guy anywhere. Except New York City. He hated that, and obviously that’s so weird. This blazer would be just fine in NYC. $348


We’re not going to our spy’s birthday party, because it is in Montmartre (Paris) and we are in Park Slope (Crooklyn). But we would have gone, if we were there, and not here, and thus we inaugurate our new “Five Perfect Things” column. These are the five things that would have made the party a thorough success … had we actually been able to attend it.

1. Party dress. What’s a party without a party dress? We also stress that our parties should include party favors, party food, and party cake. Plus, if we’re going to afford this dress, party blank checks and party free cash under the chinaware. Chloe from net-a-porter, $2005. But seriously, people: You could get married in this dress, if you were the marrying kind. Speaking of, aren’t we all so glad that Britney’s going to share the story of her nuptials? Barf!


2. Party gift transporter, courtesy of Vanessa Bruno. We like to give to ourselves everytime we give to someone else. Otherwise, it’s so depressing. Is that selfish? $173


3. Pre-party entertainment. This album from Sandrine Kiberlain makes us feel like we are living in Before Sunset, and we are the Julie Delpy character, and instead of scruffy Ethan Hawke in our apartment it’s yummy Ryan Gosling.


4. Pre-party relaxing with Peony Bath Salts from Place des Lices. We know the Place des Lices is a square in St. Tropez (er, we know that now) but still, a little something is lost in the translation here. $11.95


5. Party present! Did everybody notice how everything on this list is French? That was on purpose. Well, Ryan Gosling’s Canadian. We couldn’t think of a hot Frenchman. (Try it. It’s harder than it sounds.) But not this book, Are You My Husband? We wanted to stay with the whole French thing, but this book is so thoughtful, so calming, so wonderful, so appropriate for a birthday present, we had to end with it. Please buy it. If you don’t like it, you’re just wrong. It’s ridiculous for any single woman in the United States not to have this book, unless they are in jail or speak only Swedish or something else equally unlikely.


Can you believe it? We can’t. We have a spy: an actual, living, breathing spy. This spy has long known about our obsession with Miki Thumb bags, produced — to the best of our knowledge — in Milan and available apparently nowhere but Paris. Search for “Miki Thumb” online and all you’ll find is a bunch of dead links and French e-tail pages that only one sell one model, and that not particularly interesting. At all. But the world must know about these bags: brightly-colored, soft leather (though not as soft as Jocasi; nothing could be as soft as that) cut into these coloring book shapes, like daisies and sunflowers and baby ducks (or some other sort of small, non avian-flu-carrying bird). They’re a lot cooler than that description sounds, which is why we have avoided posting about them — pictures being worth 1,000 words and all. So imagine our shock and delight when a friend in Paris e-mailed us the photo above, taken surreptitiously at a leading French department store!

I know you’re obsessed with Miki Thumb bags so look what I did for you! This is a picture I took. Unfortunately, I couldn’t use the flash, because I was sure one of the French security guards would have me arrested for violating some trademark infringement law and I’d be sent to one of those French jails with dungeons. They had an entire counter devoted to Miki. I circled three times before I took one picture, holding my camera under my Let’s Go guide and trying to point it toward the bags. That picture was one of my jeans. Then I circled again. Took a picture of part of my hand. Now I am feeling extremely stupid and angry, but I circle back one more time and take this not-completely-indecipherable photo! Success! Ou comme les francais diraient, le succes!

So we have our very first Miki Thumb picture. We still have no idea how to buy one in the U.S. — but, very excitingly, and confusingly, we found a listing for a Miki Thumb firm in Dusseldorf, Germany. Confusing because the bags’ tags say they’re made in Italy. Exciting because we are going to go to Dusseldorf and investigate. Just like Velma!

As soon as we have more information we’ll pass it on. If we’re really big dummies and these are already on sale at Anthropologie (btw if they’re not they will be soon, we bet) please inform. Love, BS.

Top Shop = 34th Street H+M X Barney’s at Christmas X Fred Segal at whenever Fred Segal is busiest X oh, we don’t know, Times Square at midnight? Plus a touch of all the drunk people getting out of bars in Puerto Rico during Spring Break, but who are mostly happy drunk, rather than picking fights with strangers because someone made fun of his hat? Something that would suggest an enormous crowd of slightly intoxicated yet generally benevolent people? Though specifically a clothing intoxication?


That is the problem with Top Shop: It defies easy explanation, because we simply do not have anything remotely similar in these United States. Imagine a store in the middle of Manhattan that’s four stories, with an entire floor devoted to accessories(!) including candy(!!); one floor of women’s clothing; another floor of women’s clothing, PLUS a cafe and bathrooms; and then another floor of men’s stuff that we’ve never actually gone to check out. So okay, we have plenty of department stores that are that big. But a store where everything’s cool and (ass exchange rate excepted) incredibly cheap? Does. Not. Exist.


Over 4th of July last year we went to London with a friend, but we arrived, sans-friend, a couple days early. Our friend got there, we went to Top Shop at 10 a.m., she went home and slept for four hours, and then she demanded that we return to Top Shop. It was like it was her 21st birthday, and she was at shot 14, and she puked, took a nap on the table, and staggered back to the bar demanding the next one. Again, that is a nasty metaphor, and God knows if we had three shots we’d be asleep for fifteen hours, but again this is a lovely clothing intoxication and not at all dangerous except to, say, ensuring rent is paid in timely fashion.


Now okay, the Top Shop website is all frames-centric, so sadly we can’t link directly to the items. But here is a little Top Shop gallery. As far as we can figure out, they won’t deliver to the US — but the thing to do (and we have done this many times) until they fix that (hopefully ASAP) is to buy it new on eBay. This is also v good because they only put up a small portion of their stuff on the website, which is a shame, because the thing about TS is the whole smorgasbord effect. Even super quick shipping (like 3 or 4 days — always faster to us in NYC than getting packages from the West Coast) should be totally cheap.


We know we do have some readers from Britian, and we are so happy to have you, and this entire column must be about as entertaining as rereading last week’s newspapers. Or maybe, Max and Paddy’s Road to Nowhere.

Seriously, if we read, or hear, or see illuminated, the words “Prada wedges” one more time, we’re going to puke. It’s like “moral majority” or “red states” or “blue states” or “Jessica Sierra’s shocking exit” — we know they’re everywhere, we can’t do anything about it, so could we just talk about something else for five seconds?

No doubt, those Prada wedges are gorgeous. But thye’re hardly the only nice wedge out there for the season. We’re resolutely pro-wedge, being reduced of height and deft of balance. Just not the wedges-masquerading-as-platforms: They’re all the height but none of the slope, so it’s like you’re wearing flats three inches above the street. Not the point. And a big nada to anything making use of fat, ugly straps (see way below.) None of that, please.

Those Kate Spades above are very Ice Storm \ Desperate Housewives chic. Like what you’d wear to seduce the pool guy when you are 45, rich, bored, and sure your husband’s smooching the nanny. Or, you know, any age and involved in a relatively un-ridiculous metaphor, like a wedding or garden party. $325


Still love these Marc by Marc Jacobs even if the rainbow’s about as subtle as a Gay Pride Day parade float. $195


This is such a nicer option from MJ, but we’re going to leave both up in case some of our friends out there like the bolder colors. By the way, this one’s about twice the price. Why is subtlety so freaking expensive? $380


These DSquared wedges are so unbelievably perfect for the Pebbles Flintsone Halloween costume we’ve thus far been unable to get off the ground. Unbelievably perfect! $852.95


Ultra-strappy gold sandal meets wedge, from BCBG. We’d wear them to … actually, we can’t finish that sentence, but they sure are gold! We’re sort of more fascinated by their strappy goldness than putting them on to go to the movies. $157.95


These are so crazily over the top — how could we not love these Pucci wedges? These are what we’d wear to a yacht party “on the Med.” Maybe we’ll fill all these out with fictional parties we’ll never attend. $600

This “Hawaii Glamour Wedge” from Dior is the wedge we’d wear if we were a cast member in the cruise ship tour show of South Pacific, the musical. $515


This is the wedge we’d wear if we were Chavs and invited to the christening for the little baby Beckham. Burberry, $245


As much as we may hate to admit it, these Ronsons are pretty cute. We’d wear these to the Juicy Couture-hosted body-tequila-shot pool party sponsored by some shitty tequila maker. We’d see Tara Reid and she’d say “nice shoes” before passing out on her lounge chair. $154


And our true wedge — or really, any sandal — #1 hate: fat straps. Who do these look good on? This is what we’d wear in our nightmares, stuck in some endless loop of eighth grade. Shudder! Donna Karan, $405.95(!)


But to end on a lovely note, a slightly craftier version than the Prada original from Miu Miu, appropriately. These we’d wear everyday, everywhere, or at least from the pool to the garden to the air-conditioned bedroom, in our hacienda palace in Mexico, high above the ocean. Surely that day will come, no? Oh, how we’d like that day to come. $330


There are so many ways you can break the world’s population into two halves. Say, those who think Jessica Simpson is a style icon, and those who think Maggie Gyllenhaal is a style icon, say. Okay, maybe the entire population of the world does not stand in either camp. Our ex-roommate thinks Jessica Simpson is hot, and Maggie Gyllenhaal is bony, and he has never used the term “style icon.”

A more successful dividing line is whatever separate buyers from renters. Our friend David is a buyer. He has a 401(k) and over 300 DVDs, many of which he watches before going to bed. Now he can recite every line from The Insider like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man. We, however, are renters: We have no 401(k) plan, and we have a Netflix account. We are not bragging, though: We have had the same three Netflix DVDs out for the last year, because we cannot find them (Faces, Catch-22, and something we forget, natch.)

Which brings us to: Bag, Borrow, or Steal. For a monthly fee, you can “borrow” their bags, Netflix-style, from Baby Phat to Versace with a little Luella and Marc Jacobs in between. That montly fee ranges from the “trendsetter” ($19.95, one bag at a time) to the deluxe diva ($149.95, up to two bags at a time.) Clearly, the ritzier bags (MJ, Luella, a cute Pucci tote) are only available to the Diva subscribers, while trendsetters make do with BCBG Girls and J. Lo.

Well, we know we like options, and we know we despise commitment. Even so, we’re skeptical. Take the Luella Mini Gisele Tote: If you buy this at, say, shop.com, it costs $399.99, plus $6.95 for shipping to Brooklyn. If you “borrowed” this bag, you’d be spending $99.95 per month, plus a $9.95 shipping and handing fee. Say you’re like us, and you borrow it, take it out, forget about it wedged behind your bed, get all stressed out because you think you left it on the subway, find it unscathed, forget about it again, and return it three and a half months later. But in those four months, you could have paid for the bag — that you would now own, outright, and can treat as meanly as you want because you own it.

We believe in a society bulit on the time-honored credos of plowing fields early, paying creditors on time (er, when possible), and owning the things we love. Would Maggie Gyllenhaal rent her bags? Okay, she’s a celebrity who probably wakes up to deliveries of schwag from Burberry and Celine. We can’t think of a poor style icon … would Holly Golightly rent her bags? She would not. Well, she’d sleep with men for them. This is so complicated. What we’re saying is that signature bags are wonderful things to have. But maybe not when you have to send them back to someone else, and you’re getting charged the whole time for the pleasure of their company. It’s a little bit like bag prostitution.

Now that we’re being completely puritanical and grumpy about this, we will stand aside and allow you, kind reader, to come to your own conclusion.