Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Campaigning for the Institution of Murses in America

I've been meaning to tell the world about this fabulous accessory for men that has existed for several decades in Europe but only recently been making its way into the American fashion world. It is the very practical MURSE (or "male purse"), advocated by women worldwide, who are tired of carrying their boyfriends'/husbands' crap.

As always, it is the gay man who, in their fashion forward thinking have embraced this essential fashion accessory, and hopefully, will be able to convince his straight counterpart that he too should be carrying his cell phone, wallet, umbrella, book, camera, etc. in his OWN bag. Not only that, I hope that he is able to make all those heteros realize that they can have a lot of fun mixing and matching different murse designs with their outfits.

Two friends of mine have already joined the murse adoption movement. I'm very proud of them and will support their valient efforts to bring the murse to the United States of America. I'd like to share their take on the port-everything accessory:

Friend 1's choice:
Chic, slick and elegant murse. Black with white pinstripes, goes with everything!

Friend 2's choice:
Fun and colorful "chicken" murse. Perfect for going out and holds all your party supplies: fake eyelashes, lipstick, etc.

For more on murses, get advice from my favorite YouTube fashion guru, William Sledd. He did a whole "Murse Edition" segment (notice I'm not embedding the video because he has a lot of viewers, and I'm leery of having random people reading this blog):
http://youtube.com/watch?v=oF97-XVLc-w

Thursday, June 14, 2007

And the Ugly Shirt Has Begotten...

Today, a friend of mine sent me an article about the fact that somebody who works in this Fashion-God-forsaken company was nominated by a Seattle magazine as the most fashionable man in the city.

On the same day, I overheard the following conversation in our kitchen at work:

Geek-ette #1: “Wow! I REALLY like your shirt!”
Geek-ette #2 (wearing a YELLOW, CHECKERED MAN’S SHIRT): “Oh really? Thanks!”
Geek-ette #1: “I wish I had a shirt like THAT! Well…you probably didn't get it here…you probably got it in...don’t tell me…in CHINA! [yes, the fashion capital of the world]”
Geek-ette #2: “YEAH! I got it in CHINA! I can get you one! Just give me your size; next time my parents are in town I can ask them to get you one.”
Geek-ette #1 (ecstatic): "Thanks! I'd really like that!"
Geek-ette #2: Yeah, I myself have tons of shirts like this! I could wear them for a month without doing my laundry!

I'm CONCERNED. The think that a breed of ugly shirt has begotten many more like and taken over Geek-ette's 2 closet and is now about to expand into Geek-ette's 1 wardrobe! The thought of seeing not one, but TWO geek-ettes wearing the same horrendous yellow shirt just killed ANY hope of fashion in this place…

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

The Most Expensive Jeans EVER (owned by Kelly)

So I got tired of hearing Diesel say I had to most horrible jeans ever. And that I wear them every day. So ok, he was right on both counts. The pair does sag in the back, making it look like I am wearing Depends adult diapers. But it is comfy. And yes, I wear it every day practically, but that's the only pair that I currently own.

Diesel did also bring up a good point. That I should get a NICE pair of jeans, and even if I paid over 100 bucks, as I would get my money's worth by wearing them every day, like I do with the diaper-jeans hybrid.

However, when the time came to shed some big bucks for a pair of blues, I was not up for the challenge. It just seems too expensive and excessive, especially after watching the Motorcycle Diaries, which follows the young Che Guevara and his journeys with the little people, those who live in misery, homeless in their own country, with very little to eat. And here I am, pondering whether I should buy a pair of jeans that would feed all of these people.

Diesel, my rich fiance, tired of seeing the pathetic sight of my behind, decided to put an end to the my fashion misery and bought me a pair of some hip jeans (loved by teenagers that watch MTV). They cost him some big bucks, but now he is much less embarrassed to be seen with me now.