… and Louboutin… and Choo… and Marni… and more Chanel. Oh my.
If you can’t tell, I’ve got fashion on the brain.
My day was long and arduous. Well, not really long and not so arduous but the afternoon portion of it was a bit trying. Let’s recap.
I had to run into town for some errands – bank, post office, shoe store (yes, it is a necessity), etc. – the normal stuff. My last stop was Wal-Mart, to get several semi-crucial items like toothpaste and a toothbrush and deoderant. Admittedly, these items are not as important as shoes but I was careful to make that stop first.
The conditions for tooling around town were not ideal this afternoon. It wasn’t raining… it was RAINING. Torrents. Sheets. Gales. It was a bonafide deluge (and no, I’m not exxagerating at all!) Yet, go out into the rain I did, with a mission, to get my long-overdue errands done. Upon arriving at Wal-Mart, my last stop of the day, I made several rounds through the carpark, carefully staked out my parking place, and, when the time was right, I took it for my own. I should have sensed something was askance when several people passed up the spot I had chosen. But, being a bit naive at times, I pulled into said spot, happy with myself for being so sleuthful, for securing such a close-up spot.
The gloating was short-lived. Getting out of the car, I landed BOTH feet in full six inches of water, soaking my socks the bottoms of my jeans, my feet and, worst of all, my leather shoes.
I will not speak of the madness that sprang forth from me after that, nor will I repeat the words that I uttered (all too loudly, I’m afraid). Suffice it to say that it wasn’t a pretty site, I wasn’t a happy camper and my errand trip was cut alarmingly short.
But, wet and cold feet do not an atrocious day make.
After my mad fit in the parking lot, a drive home, a warm-up shower (yes… another one! I only took two today, in addition to my actual “cleaning” shower), and a bit of dinner, I was more than pleased to remember that I had The Devil Wears Prada waiting for me from my NetFlix queue. (God bless NetFlix.)
As has already been mentioned, I’m cutting out the vast majority of my television watching (translation: crime shows) and have compensated a bit by reactivating my NetFlix membership.
The Devil Wears Prada was my first movie in a long time.
And it was delightful.
As most of you know, I love fashion. I love all of it. I can’t afford much of it but I love it all the same and follow it as closely as a girl in Mississippi can. I read Vogue. And Elle. And InStyle. And Lucky. And TeenVogue (hey, don’t knock it until you read it!) I know as much as a person can about Anna Wintour, Diana Vreeland, Oscar de la Renta, and Karl Lagarfeld and I would swear on Chanel if I had any. I keep up, or at least I make a darned good effort to.
So, The Devil Wears Prada was top on my list of movies to watch.
I will admit that the fashion was far better than the actual plot-line, although it was good too. I thought that Anne Hathaway was phenomenal and that Meryl Streep, in typical fashion, was stellar. The supporting characters – except for Stanley Tucci – could have been better.
Perhaps the writers wanted us to feel a bit more sorry for the boyfriend in this movie but… well… I just didn’t. He was whiney and a bit pathetic. I was glad when she took a break from him and NOT because I think that Simon Baker is one of the cutest guys on the planet (second only to another certain Aussie that my heart belongs to). I get that she had changed who she was and all of that but she was getting ahead, making a name for herself, doing what needed to be done. Couldn’t he admire that and be supportive? Apparently not. I can’t say that I was gung-ho for that twist in the plot.
But the fashion, which was a story-line in itself, I was all gung-ho for. All I can say is… “Oh to work at a fashion magazine and get to wear all those lovely, designer clothes and pay for nary a one… Ahhhhhhhhhh… ”
There was a bit of everything – or should I say everyone – in this movie, as I mentioned at the start of this blog. There were some beautiful outfits and then… er… some not so beautiful outfits. But, I shan’t dwell on the negative so, without further ado (okay, just a bit more ado), I will post the outfits that I particularly loved.
Starting with… This lovely outfit!
(My commentaries are below each photo.)
This outfit was my top, number-one, hands-down favorite. It is a bit funky yet, so very elegant and classy, as a good outfit should be. This outfit features a black boat neck top by David Rodriguez over a white shirt by Miu Miu. The newsboy cap is by Chanel, as well as the necklace featuring two strands of white pearls with Chanel Parisian charms.
Next up is another dear favorite, an elegant, classy, go-anywhere dress in a rich brown, a color that is a welcome reprieve from black. This cute little number – by Calvin Klein – is knee-length olive jersey with a buttoned neckline yoke, topped ever-so-cooly with a woven leather belt. The pewter and gold handbag is by Kate Spade and, of course, no outfit complete without it, the sunglasses are by Chanel.
This one is class all the way, a look that, let us all hope, will never go out of style. A bit Audrey Hepburn but one that most of us can easily pull off. This outfit features a nubby tweed newsboy style cap by Chanel, Calvin Klein gold snakeskin satchel and grey tweed Marni t-strap pumps with dark brown leather trim.
This one is also very much in the vein of Audrey Hepburn but, perhaps, a bit harder for the rest of us to pull off. Green? Well, not so great on everyone. But great here! The gorgeous kelly green, leopard print trimmed overcoat is by Lewin, topped off with a Kate Spade doctor’s satchel and, naturally, Chanel sunglasses.
Finally, no wardrobe would be complete without a bit of funk, the obligatory eclectic, boho look. This one fits the bill, although with a bit more class than most bohemians I’ve seen. This catchy ensemble features a black Mongolian lamb swing coat by Rebecca Taylor, black quilted leather bag by Chanel, saddle leather boots by Christian Louboutin and, making the outfit what it is, a rust cashmere knit skully cap. Smashing… or groovy… either works!
Overall, I loved the movie, if mostly for the fashion. It was the perfect fashionable end to a decidedly UN-fashionable day.