Friday, October 26, 2012

One old shade of grey

I'd call it Pantone Cool Grey 5 personally. A respectable grey.
The saddle reminds me of a Groucho Marx moustache.  If fact I imagine a man of his good wit, taste, checkered bow tie wearing and stinky cigar smoking to fashion these and let's not forget that important word, afford.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Versace studded bag

Snobby Rock n' Roll? Ahh bollocks to that. That's not the point of sticking it to the man. It looks good but Rock n' Roll is dirty, would you take your Versace bag to a pub that stank like sweat, stale beer and piss? I highly doubt it.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Shitting out a Zsa Zsa

If I see any more sparkles i'm going to shit out a rainbow!  It's a little bit disco duck (useless song), it's a little  bit tack-o-rama (anybody that lives in the south of any country) and it's a little bit 80s Zsa Zsa Gabor (all 50 husbands included).  Dance to that you hypnotising shiney disco loving, husband marrying, embellished southerner shoe bootie! And with that expect to get your toes wet.

Booties, unforgiving. They also make your legs look fat. 

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Papal explosion!

The Papalcy explosion of footwear. Luxury goods never looked so unattainable before in my life. And like religion it will remain a mystery until the end.

I'm that hungry puppy lickin' my chops infront of the butcher or that fat chick on a diet looking lovingly into the window display of a pastry shop.

There is a lot of loafer business going around. I wouldn't wear these on a rainy day but then again I will will be using my legs and an umbrella and not my pope-mobile.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

The counts

Sometimes it's just the details that counts.  Count the discount!

And now COUNT this!

Monday, October 8, 2012

So it's come to this...

What the hell?  You couldn't think of anything original? Oh let me just rehash what's already been done, what a freaking cop-out.  It's your damn job to have original ideas man.  Don't bullshit me and say it's a homage to icons past. Blah, blah fucking blah.  

Being a little ticked off by the lack of thought that went into this Spring 2013, I will agree on only one thing, the Boy George Japanese prints were lovely.  That's all you get from me though.

And for those younger few who don't know what the fuck you're watching here's the breakdown (google it, kids).  Please anyone correct me if i'm wrong....

Grace Jones
Annie Lenox
Mylène Farmer 
Boy George
Jane Birkin 
Michael Jackson 
David Bowie/Ziggy Stardust 
Amanda Lear (she's the one who looks like a tranny)

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Now this is a commercial

Now this, is a footwear commercial.  None of your 'i'm just a party girl living in the world hehehe. Carefree and flexibile etc etc. I can make our problems disappear with a big tub of chocolate ice-cream.'  I say big hairy testicles to you.  Be slighty more creative, dear publicity people. It's your fucking job!

BAM! They just knocked it up a notch.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

The highs of Sacrifice

It's been a crazy time and I have felt the neglect to my beloved Soap and Sacrifice.  Never has the Sacrifice part of my life been so hard.  Life, it takes you places the highs and the lows and talking of highs here is a pair the Abruzzese kids are throwing into their closets, toppling around in and looking cool and actually looking taller, we be a short type of people.

Apparently in Abruzzo there have been a few (A LOT) UFO sightings, maybe it's a little something like this?  Or maybe it is like if I was living in the Mid West of the USA or Queensland, Aus?