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The aggravatingly hip, “architectural” heel says Williamsburg. The purple strap across the foot says shitty suburban mall, or the shoes that you meant to throw away but forgot to, and then you end up wearing them to a barbecue and spend the whole time so embarrassed that you hide them beneath a bag of ice that you mysteriously cart around for three hours. Okay, maybe not, but it’s weird to have so much self-conscious hipness and so much utter blerg in one shoe, no? United Nude “Mobius Open Hi,” $119.95


This shoe’s heel is just as crazy, and even if it wasn’t designed by some psycho Dutch architect, it’s so much cooler. Lisa Nading’s Elise. Her website’s down, and that picture’s so annoyingly small. But we found these at Shoefly.

Sidebar: If Kate Moss gets fired from H&M for doing drugs, does that mean the model who replaces her isn’t going to do any drugs? Or that she isn’t going to let her asshole boyfriend’s drummer take pictures of her doing drugs? Model does coke: Now there’s a breaking story. And by the way, would be nice if we could take a few notes from the Mirror’s journalistic zeal and apply that to, oh, I don’t know, FEMA chiefs? Sometimes at night we dream Bill Clinton is still president. And we still have health insurance.

And by the way, if the Us Weekly staff had been on the WMD thing, we wouldn’t have needed to invade a country, because those fuckers wouldn’t have let anything (except, apparently, pederasty charges) get in the way of their story. And we mean that sincerely, literally, truthfully, enthusiastically.


Can’t afford this. Pia Wallen silver and felt bracelet, $450


Maybe, if stop disgusting, three-bottle-a-day Diet Coke habit, could possibly afford this. Pia Wallen felt bag, $149. No idea why this is on a shopping site geared to new mothers.

True story: We know someone who spent the weekend making an art project out of fish hooks and tampons. That person is so totally going to hell.

Very exciting news. If you, too, have nothing to do on Sunday evening, we will be “live-blogging” the season premiere of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Ty cries, everybody drinks. See you there!

The thing is, it’s not like we’re pro-fur. Or anti-fur. We’re pro-bunnies and pro-dogs, and maybe we’ll pick a position at the point when we could, in fact, actually afford fur. Until then, it’s like being anti-gold rings, or anti-fairy-tale-plum pudding, or anti-lemon-shortcake-castle. It’s just not available to us, and until it is, we need to sort out more pressing concerns, like how to get a student loan deferral.

The thing, getting back to it, is that we don’t like ex-models who married well from another country telling us where to shop. Really, it is “ex-models who married well” part that bugs us the most, but can’t she go protest Selfridge’s or something, if she’s really that set on boycotting someone? Believe us, we’d be just as annoyed if Pamela Anderson was organizing boycotts of River Island or Next or something.

We propose a truce: We won’t ship you any of our crap, any of our Jerry Bruckheimer movies, any more Starbucks, any more McDonalds, any more Lindsay Lohans. Oh, and our president, until we get a new one. We’ll stop shipping you our crap. And you agree to keep Heather Mills McCartney from mouthing off about J. Crew.

We close by adding that if HMMcC suggested boycotting Abercrombie, this whole posting would have been about how great and cool and awesome she is.

What’s weird, and not a little annoying, is that some of their new fall stuff is excellent, and even showed up in the new Elle. But none of that’s online yet. It was also super pricey, and if it hadn’t been for Heather’s freak-out, this whole post would have been about how J. Crew is high if they think we’re paying $1200 or whatever for a jacket. From J. Crew. But then Heather had to go and attack them, and now we’re feeling all protective.

However, crucially, we got to J. Crew and everything there sucked. This has been a freaking roller coaster ride of emotion.


Oh, see, this is what we’re talking about. A $2900 charm bracelet from J. Crew? Little weird, no?


Noting that we still believe in buying a designer ready-to-wear dress before an actual price-jacked-up wedding dress — seriously, the bridal industry is a bigger racket than the Mafia — J. Crew actually makes some excellent substitutes for the open-minded bridal, like this limited edition satin gown, $1800


Maybe HMMcC’s problem actually didn’t have anything to do with fur, but was some sort of cultural protest over these “printed wellies.” Could we really blame her if that were true?


Okay, this cheetah belt should definitely be protested, but not because it’s made of fur. Because it’s revolting. $68


Bad: We don’t care if she just experienced the miracle of being the second person to procreate with Kevin Federline, this is the worst magazine cover we’ve ever seen.


Worst: Except for this one. This one because it means, essentially, the end of the world, like all that is good, puppies, 4th of July, cake, is dead.

But here is the funniest headline we have read in a while: “Paris Snatch Foiled.” If only the rest of her could be foiled as well.

Here are some pretty, pretty things to make up for that visual and psychological assault:


1. Mulberry’s Blenheim bag, $795. See? We’re already not thinking about how Paris has somehow managed to lower the bar — you know, for intelligence, achievement, non-prostitution — for every woman in the entire world. Globalization, yay!


2. Anthropologie’s Firelight Medallions. You know, we don’t even know why we’re so annoyed about the proliferation of Paris-Britney-etc. They’re just like the most successful women in the United States after Condoleeza Rice and Oprah. So basically, you can either be a black female and work really hard and be really smart, or you can be a slutty white girl. Yay!


3. Seriously, how did this posting get so bitter? It’s just that we hate the idea of Paris Hilton so much, and it is just everywhere. It is ubiquitous. This $1500 Temperley dress is so beautiful, maybe we’ll be able to afford it if we can get a barely-famous but rich and disgusting boyfriend to fuck us on camera.

Can we deport Paris to Guatemala? Could they, perhaps, use her?

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It’s the September 19, 2005, edition of the Us Weekly Home Companion, with the biggest news story of the year, the fugliest fashion shoot of all time, and Orlando Bloom’s freakish mustache.

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Or, How to Be a Clone, in Three Easy Steps:

Step 1. Uggs. Excuse us while we wipe our own vomit off our sleeve. Ugg Rockstar boots are $180 at Kitson. If you buy them, we can guarantee that you are not a rock star. Apparently “Ugg Lameass” was redundant.

Step 2: This is the slightly painful one, because we sort of like that bag. In keeping with the Harry Potter-ness of the weekend, we would like to say that saying that, about liking the bag, makes us feel like one of those house elves who’s forced to bash his head with an iron poker whenever he disobeys his master. Topshop has a nice one. And speaking of, why are we sitting at a computer when we should be down at Opening Ceremony, mortgaging our collective futures by buying all the Topshop we can?

Step 3. Denim mini. Chip & Pepper’s Bareballer Gold XXX. This is the kind skirt we imagine is worn by attendees of those teen oral sex parties we’re always hearing about on Law & Order: SVU.

Ha!

09.10.2005


This just showed up in our mailbox, and it is pretty funny. Everyone gets all mad at us when we say Dov Charney’s the perviest guy in fashion, but we remain unconvinced he would take this as an insult.

BS: Covering your American Apparel-satire beat, 24-7-365.

PS: Sometimes we wish we didn’t choose a name for our blog that, when abbreviated, is a synonym for “Made-Up Crap.”

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