couture-ache

[if you don't already know this about me] i love fashion. when i was in highschool, i was in AP Studio Art with a concentration in fashion design. i was completely obsessed. i would get so excited to go online and check out new collections from designers. instead of procrastinating on facebook or solitaire like every other student, i would spend hours upon hours researching fashion lines and fashion shows. i would form my own opinions as to what trends would flee in five weeks and what would become revolutionary in the fashion world. to me, fashion is a way of expressing oneself: it's art. i know it sounds stupid. i would have to sell my right kidney just to buy one couture dress from Chanel or Oscar de la Renta. but a girl can dream eh? anyways, i know that this is such a random post, but i was reading an article in the New York Times about fashion week in New York and a warm fuzzy/nostalgic feeling came wafting over me. i went online and went straight for Fall 2010 couture collections. some of them were ok; Givenchy and Chanel were disappointing, but, oh boy, Christian Dior....i feel like a school girl with a new crush. j'adore Dior.

here are some of my favorites:

{John Galliano...you sexy sexy man}

Raclettelicious

I've been staying here in Neuchatel with my very very good friend, Alex. he's been so kind to me and not too annoyed with me [i forgot to lock the doors to the apartment a couple of times...my bad!]. anyways, he came back from work last night and i told him that we were going to do something fabulous. we got dressed up and went out for dinner at this great little restaurant [the tavern?]. we ate Raclette, had a bottle of white wine and laughed the night away. it was a perfect night.

{balla walrus}

{polka-dotted alien}

{i'm gonna miss this boy}

{urban man}

{sex and the city?}

sharks are always funny

recently, i've been having super crappy crap days. no, i don't have the runs, but i'd prefer them right now than dealing with this clusterf*ck. i won't go into details because i rather be complaining about my mundane life to someone who probably doesn't care. ha! anyways, i feel like the only way to deal with stinky situations is to: 1. swear a lot 2. make mean faces or 3. find something that makes you chuckle for a bit {i always love an instant-gratificator (is that a word?)}. well, i did all three and i feel a little bit better already.