The fashion authority and Miserable New Yorker poster boy turned 51 yesterday. I know you'll never see this Marc, but Happy Birthday. I think you're the coolest. Why? I don't know, I just like your look.
I never heard of Monique Lhuillier and the thought of attending her show at Mercedes Benz Fashion Week seemed more stressful than exciting. First, I had to assemble the perfect outfit—H&M stacked rings, chocolate lipstick à la Zoë Kravitz, and my Billy Holiday dress from Idle Wild that features one frayed and gaping hole. Then I had spent the next 30 minutes or so figuring out how to cover that hole. Then, I gave up on covering said hole and threw on a jacket. Then, I had to drag my ass uptown through the snow to wait amongst a crowd of bitchy fashionistas only to be ambushed by a few creepy foreigners who asked—wait—demanded that I pose for their Instagram while they bombarded me with questions about my camera. Then, I had to make sure aforementioned foreigners weren't trying to jack my camera. It was a lot of work. Little did I know that Lhuillier is kind of a big deal and that her show was worth the trouble, for I'd be sitting in the front row across from Anna Kendrick, Emmy Rossum and my favorite stylist, Brad Goreski.
I really want a tattoo. My reasoning? It's rather silly and jejune. I don't care to ink on a dead grandpa's face or some boring Anaïs Nin quote. I just want to be edgy, you guys. Edgy.
Being an 'It Girl' has become a lost art gone astray with nude lipstick and Sassy Magazine. Sure, paging through the tabloid fodder, you might spot one or two, but does that twig bitch Vogue calls an 'It Girl' really have what it takes fill Chloë Sevigny's Valentino shoes? No. That's why I've created a personal list of 'It Girls' in no particular order. Keep in mind, while some of these women are true inspirations, others are listed solely for style purposes. I'll give you a list with Malala later. Take a gander and tell me who you think is #1.
One bitch's quest to love NYC.