After my fruitful trip to Fingerprints yesterday, I stopped by Cha For Tea for lunch. I had my usual, the crispy chicken, large iced Mango Green Tea, and the Sweet Butter Toast. Also as usual, the service sucked, even though it was at about 20% capacity. Anyway, while I was waiting, I noticed the magazine rack for the first time and I browsed the new issue of Vogue.
Yes, I hate Vogue. Normally I never read it because it's 90% ads. But I had the time, boy did I. The crap they try to put over on the masses! The most heinous thing I noticed were the Jill Sander platinum (they are literally metallic silver) oxford with wedge heels... Geez, this is the epitome of Ugly. I'd rather run a mile over broken glass barefoot than wear these atrocities. Chloe had a couple of outfits featured, and both of them looked bulbous and cartoonish, with ugly wedge heels and ridiculous unflattering cuts.
Most of the rest of what I saw was either recycled from previous seasons or equally as hideous as what I've just described, but there were a few exceptions: Giorgio Armani has a sleek blue velvet suit with a floucy hem that is simply divine. Valextra has a pristine white leather valise I'm afraid to ask the price of. J.P. Gaultier has a short chocolate (microfiber?) trench coat with a full 50's skirt that is so pretty on page 458, and Adrienne Vittadini has a lovely, clean-yet-rich looking kimonoesque sweater with a grey tweedy skirt that is just as tailored and flattering. How many is that? Four? I didn't notice any of the fall Chanel line that turned my stomach online. Maybe Vogue knows better than to advertise such foolishness as thigh-high denim stiletto boots. Oh, and the makeup is borderine-Goth this year. Just like two years ago.
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