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In neck on January 25, 2013 at 8:15am01

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1. Like so many, this flu has a Vise-grip on my life at the moment; therefore, I’m able to get out just one question. If you could be worn by anyone, whom would it be?

This man. At this moment.

DELFINA DELETTREZ COLLAR NECKLACE

In neck on August 18, 2011 at 8:15pm08

1. If given the task of styling yourself, what would be the accoutrements?

A Phillip Lim vest, a pair of Allsaints cropped leather trousers, Super ‘Ciccio’ glasses and the Christian Louboutin pump.

  

2. Do you have a favorite trope?

Yes and it feels very apt considering the times in which we are living. It is one of the antanaclasis variety, made famous by Mr. Benjamin Franklin, “We must hang together, or assuredly we will all hang separately.”

3. If you could appear in any film what would it be?

“Rosemary’s Baby” around the neck of Minnie Castevet, a.k.a. the enviable Ruth Gordon.

4.  What is the perfect way for one to spend an afternoon?

 Lying in the park, listening to “Ride of the Valkyries” while simultaneously watching a Monarch butterfly, destination unknown, amid flight, fighting to evade elements that include a 9-year-old hellbent on catching it, thrusting gales care of an elderly couple racing to a matinée on their Hoverounds, a Great Dane hellbent on catching it, a misdirected shuttlecock from a heated game of badminton, punches thrown by a woman who has just been told by her husband that he has impregnated her sister, fiery wafts from a barbecue grill, timed sprinklers, a man deathly allergic to bees who has encountered a bee, puddle sludge catapulted into the air by a leaping 4-year-old unaware, at this stage in life anyway, that Typhoid is an actual thing, a remote-controlled helicopter controlled by a middle-aged man who just had to get out of the house before his wife drove him to drink, a T’ai chi session, first-timer foreplay that entails two teenagers rolling down a hillside, boot camp suckers dropping like flies as they try to shakily maintain a side plank, a wedding party’s action shot, the maid of honor face planting on the way down from the wedding party’s action shot, the bride’s gesticulation fueled meltdown over the fact that her wedding has been ruined, E.M.T.’s holding a gurney, racing to the aid of the sobbing maid who is now bleeding profusely and missing both maxillary central incisors, the bride continuing to meltdown, until suddenly there it is! The Monarch’s one and, possibly, only chance out of this hell. The Monarch hovers, watching as the groom looks to his blithering, spoiled, squalling future, and then, with vigor his only friend, the groom scoops up the delirious maid of honor sans front teeth, declares his love for her all along, kisses her — wrong move! — turns and races out of the park. The Monarch turns with them and drafts close behind, successfully taking advantage of the wind created by the groom’s accelerated speed. Along the way it passes two fellow Monarchs cruising in a paceline, “Fare thee well, my friends.”  The Monarch’s struggle so epic, it deserves its own leitmotif.


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5.  If you could be reimagined by another artist whom would it be?

Roz Chast. And I would ask that she make me appear irritable.

6. Is there a pose an autobiographical fashion blogger should never leave home without?

Tucking the hair behind the ear while wistfully staring down at something on the sidewalk. But what is it they see? Could it be the God particle?! Maybe a finable surprise the neighbor’s Yorkie left behind. We don’t know! We will never know! Oh, the mystere!

              

7. If you could be worn by anyone, whom would it be?

The wife of the American ambassador to Portugal while she waits on a cobblestone pathway overlooking the Tagus for her Belgian painter-cum-lover on the day she is to leave with him and start a new life in his hometown of Bruges. Upon departure, she will leave a note, opting to  save the ambassador the humiliation of seeing his face when she delivers the news. The note will be written on her own personal stationary, a single spray of Quelques Fleurs for old time’s sake. Within one year the scent will be completely gone but don’t tell the ambassador’s olfactory system as he will from time to time sniff the letter, smelling the scent for years to come. After all, it was the scent he gave to her on their second date. The same date that she watched from her third floor dorm as he performed for her “Wanna be Startin’ Somethin'” with his fellow Whiffenpoofs. “Mama se mama sa muh-muh coo sa” will never be the same. She cracks a smile, “That was a wonderful night.” She looks up from her look back to see the painter walking toward her, a solitary pink rose clenched between his teeth. Forty more paces and she must choose between a life unknown and her reality for the past thirty years. It will be so easy to change her mind, “Gunther, I’ve made a grave mistake. I cannot leave him.” Thirty more paces, “I’m ready, Gunther.  I love you.” Twenty more paces, “Gun (clears throat)  …ther — (nervous chuckle)  I was never one for that nickname. Anyway, I need more time. I was too rash, too hasty. He’ll be gutted if I leave this way.” Time is up. He is here, the painter, Gunther, standing in front of her, rose still firmly between his teeth. He smiles, holds out his hand.

8.  So, who does she end up with?

That’s not the point.

9.  What’s the point?

The point is, in all likelihood, no matter who she ends up with she won’t truly be happy. The point is, women need a combination of both painter and ambassador. Too much of one — or too little depending on how you look at it — is not enough. Everyone would like to say that the perfect man does not exist; half painter, half ambassador may as well be a cocktail of unicorns and rainbows but I find that to be a bunk theory. If you have the power to incubate them and raise them then you have the power to turn them into amazing adults who treat their partners well. It’s been done many times in fact. I’ve seen it. So, for all the ladies right now — and you know who you are —  marveling at their little blue bundles who have mastered the crab crawl months before the crab crawl should’ve been mastered? Stop with the overbearing coddling and the “no woman will ever treat you as well as mumsy” subliminal messaging and just make sure he doesn’t grow up to be a selfish, self aggrandizing prick because not long ago, the very gentleman who screwed (or is currently screwing) you over mastered a crab crawl or two of his own.

HERMES SILK TWILL ‘NUEES IMAGINAIRES’ SCARF

In neck on January 28, 2011 at 8:15pm01

1. What is your favorite human body part?

Since I possess the ability to either enhance it or make one forget it’s even there, it would have to be the clavicle.

2. If not you then what?

A vintage Elsa Schiaparelli coat with drawing by surrealist Jean Cocteau.

3. Overrated is?

Feet firmly planted on the ground. Sometimes a little levity may be just the thing to set you free.

4. Do you have a favorite mnemonic device?

Brought to you by the ill-fated wives of Henry VIII:

“Divorced, beheaded, died; divorced, beheaded, survived.”

5. Who does it right?

As always, Grace.

6. Who does it wrong?

Old-timey toothaches.

7. Do you have a favorite tying technique?

A simple knot.

8. Is there a particular neck you would like to be simply knotted around?

The neck of the septuagenarian on the day she finally decides to hop into her ’78 Silver Shadow and head down to the marina to confront her philandering husband at the condo he shares with his psychic-yogalates instructing mistress whose claim to fame is foreseeing the work to be done on your core.

9. Is there a song that you imagine she would be playing en route?

And not only does she know every single word, but the windows are down and the song blaring.

10.  I’ve never done this, but I just have to know. What happens post-confrontation?

Well… with the fleeting solace of victory officially behind her, she will get back into the Silver Shadow. Drive back to the flats of Beverly Hills alone, in silence, windows rolled up. Enter her home. Head straight for the bar. Pour herself a glass of Scotch neat, for the first time in a very long time. Drop down onto her custom chaise with glass in hand. Rip me from her neck, destroying the simple knot and it is here and only here that she will cry, using me to collect her tears. And do you know what? I won’t mind it one bit.

DANNIJO ‘LILITH’ NECKLACE

In neck on September 23, 2010 at 8:15pm09

1. If you could style yourself, what would be the accoutrements?

A 3.1 Philip Lim dungaree skirt,  Givenchy over-the-knee boots, a Splendid tank and a Hermes scarf tie.

2. What is your idea of the perfect trip?

Tanzania, traveling from Dar es Salaam to Kigoma by train.

3. If not you then what?

A Sonia Rykiel for Future Collectables knitted dress.

4. Overrated is?

Idolatry.

5. What is your favorite malapropism?

Money roots out all evil.

6. What is a dream that will, more than likely, never be realized?

An uncensored N.W.A., tribute episode of “Glee.”  N*$#@% wit attitude… and jazz hands!

7. Who would you like to be worn by?

Tina Modotti.

8. Overrated?

Male skinny jeans.  I would imagine people tend to like the element of surprise be that good or bad, big or small.

9. What is the most interesting fact you know?

The artist Chuck Close has a condition known as prosopagnosia (face blindness), which is interesting considering…