Sunday, February 26, 2012

Badgley Mischka

While Spring is supposed to be '50s style "pretty," as so many magazines screamed at us, Badgley Mischka's Fall 2012 collection is keeping pretty without losing Fierce (with a capital F, mind you). This is the brand that oh so many Red Carpeters have worn (Sarah Jessica Parker, anyone?) so their looks have to be of the moment while keeping that semi-conservative classiness that is important for those who fear the "Fashion Police" section of Us Magazine. They, as always, stick to these parameters without losing the cool-factor. My favorite part of their Fall Collection is their commitment to shoulder detailing. Whether encasing the shoulders in black shoulder-enlarging material or revealing the shoulders through cut-outs, I love it all. 

Friday, February 17, 2012

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Dear Charlotte,
Yesterday after school I went and saw The Artist with my mom, starring two actors I hadn’t heard of until then, Jean Dujardin and Berenice Bejo. Both are obviously French by their names but that didn’t matter because this movie was a silent film, a 10-Oscar nominated silent film at that.
I had never seen a silent movie before (I know, I know, how uncultured I am!) and went into it thinking I was in for some easy entertainment-no talking, no real emotion, right? Wrong. How naïve I was, that old non-silent-movie-watching self!
This movie beat every possible emotion out of me-nostalgia for a time I didn’t even live in (from the roaring ‘20s to the depressed ‘30s), an aching sadness that I carried with me even after the movie ended, and humor at the many comic moments including a talented jack russel terrier.
Dujardin’s expressive face helps him transform from an arrogant actor who jovially plays with his dog to a helpless and angry man shamed by his own profession. Bejo plays her part as a rising star in the new “talkies” well and the fact that she looks like Christy Turlington doesn’t hurt either (lucky b****).
I still don’t understand how a movie without talking can convey such a range of feelings and situations. And I really don’t understand how I have probably never been more moved by a movie than by this one when there is barely a script at all. I’ve sobbed through Titanic, The Notebook, and Secret Life of Bees but never has one got to me like The Artist. It deserves every nomination.
I hope it’s playing in Botswana so you can go see it!
P.S. Ever since you pointed out the Prada flame shoes to me I have been seeing them EVERYWHERE. You are quite the trend spotter buddy ol’ pal!

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I completely agree with your last post about Tumblr vs. Facebook (we're such a deep blog...) and to be honest a lot of the artistic ideas I have often grow from various pictures I've reblogged on the website. I think it's really helpful with finding an outlet where you can express who you really are without retribution from any of those girls who like making insults that sound like compliments at school. 
So remember that fashion show a few weeks back? A day or so later it was featured on the front page of the country paper! Yes I'm just now uploading it. I ACCEPT MY FLAWS. (Anyway here it is...)
PERTY COOL? I thought so.

I've decided that this post is going to be about shoes as well so here are two different ones that I'm currently in love with. I WANT I WANT.
Prada Flame Heels

 Tom Ford's new wedge sandal

I feel that if I were to own the first pair it would instantly make me 1,00000X cooler. With the Tom Ford pair I'm picturing myself elegantly gliding in to some high class party on the top of a pent house in this Alexander Mcqueen dress . This WILL happen. 

So long dear Sarah!
xoxo Charlotte

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

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Dear Charlotte,
Wow, I actually hate you. How come I don't get to take part in a major fashion show? Jeezlouise, you lead a blessed life woman.
I don't know if we have talked about this before, but I was thinking the other day how much knowledge I actually get from Tumblr. It's so far superior to facebook because A. people are actually honest about their emotions and don't give off the "happy effect" that facebookers give off (the one where they seem like they're having waaay more fun then they actually are) and B.Tumblr is all about sharing cool things, rather than giving way to unhealthy stalking (which I am all too familiar with..)
The point of this rant is that on Tumblr a month or so ago, I came across a quote that said "When you take a little bit from everywhere else, it makes a place feel just like home." For some reason this has stayed with me ever since I first saw it, perhaps because it was one of those statements that makes an abstract idea seem simple and substantial. I love the idea of having objects that once belonged to someone else or came from far away in my house. Not just necessary things, like furniture, but little knickknacks and chachkies that have been accumulated over years.
I like the idea of having something that had a whole life before me and a history that I don't even know about.
As I'm sure you've guessed, I'm not exactly a big-time Minimalist. My house is full of random found objects and mismatched old furniture. The other day I got home and found the kitchen bookshelf completely cleaned out (apparently my mother wanted to do some mid-winter cleaning). Walking in, it felt completely wrong so I set about putting all the little "Guys" as my mom calls them, back on their shelf (hence the photo above). I can't wait to make my own collection of "Guys" and stuff from "every where else" to form my own home. Woo to a Small Appartments in New York City!!!!!!
I miss you muchly,

Monday, February 6, 2012

It's me Charlotte, I'm not dead. Saturday was LE FASHION SHOW and it was amazing! I don't think I've ever experienced such a high-stress situation before with missing make-up artists and wardrobe malfunctions,  but I loved every minute of it. I spent my time getting water for the designers, fixing lights, dressing the models and helping with transitions. The show began in a darkened room  with only a single spotlight that illuminated a woman who began to recite a poem. She was standing inside a giant dress made out of plastics and newspapers that was probably ten feet tall. She would switch off between chanting and singing and as she did so, a model came out wearing this elaborate ring around her with metallic fringe and a large circle on her head with tassels made out of the same material. Then the show began. I'll post pictures soon after I sort them out! I loved your art post! BONNE! (I'm working on my French, how's it coming?)
Salut mon cherie!