The Countdown Has Begun

"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed " - Carrie Bradshaw

So the blogging has slowed down. Maybe that's because my life has slowed down.

I landed this amazing job and imagined I would be high on life by now, but unfortunately I am all but that. The job turned out to be a bore, but I'm trying to stay positive about it all.

I got a raise, I'm working with an amazing company and there are awesome opportunities ahead. Or at least I hope.

Socially things have slowed down as well. I've been trying to save money, although that hasn't exactly worked out either.

Regardless, my birthday is now 16 days away and I couldn't be more excited. To me, my birthday is the most important day of the year. It is my ultimate goal to eat good food, drink good drinks, go fabulous places with fabulous people and potentially end up doing something that will keep us laughing for years!

I still haven't found a dress (although I have a back up), I still haven't decided on the restaurant for dinner (although I know I want tapas) and I haven't decided where we will pregame (although I have somewhere in mind). I do know that we will be ending up at a dance club in Midtown, so that should be exciting.

If you're fabulous, then you are more than welcome to come! If you are not, then you are more than welcome to read about it in a couple of weeks.

Personality Test

Has anyone ever told you about “the cube?” While sitting on a patio under the beautiful sun and drinking delicious cocktails, one of my crazy friends told me to close my eyes because she wanted to try something. At first I was creeped out. Then she started directing me to picture things and answer questions.

Picture a cube. How big is it? Is it on the ground or in the air? Now picture a ladder. How close is it to the cube? How tall is it? Now flowers. How close are they to the cube? How do they make you feel?

Now picture a horse. Is he moving towards the cube or away? What’s his personality like (I struggled with this one the most because I couldn’t imagine a horse with a personality, except for Mr. Ed of course)? Now you see a storm. How bad is it? Is it moving towards or away from the cube?

Then she proceeded to tell me what my answers meant, and for the most part I agree with the reflection this had on my personality.

My cube was quite large, which corresponds with my self-image and ego, meaning that I am confident and think a lot of myself (I think we all knew this). My cube was on the ground, which means I am grounded and practical.

The ladder was leaning against my cube and represents my life goals. The fact that is was so close to my cube means that I am very focused on my goals right now. It was tall, meaning I have a lot of ambition.

The flower was close to the cube meaning that my friends mean a lot to me. The horse represents my ideal lover, which can explain why I had such difficulty answering questions about him. He had a shiny brown coat; that is all I know. I do like tall, dark and handsome guys.

The storm represents problems in my life. My storm was large, which means I have some issues to work through.

While I didn’t have an “ah ha moment” as Oprah calls it, it was a fun activity. Try it out on a friend and see if it works for you.

I want to walk in 10" heels. Just once.

"I try to push the silhouette. To change the silhouette is to change

the thinking of how we look."

-Alexander McQueen

I can’t even begin to express how badly I want to experience Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty. From my very first fashion merchandising project that focused on his Spring 2008 Ready-to-Wear line, I was in love. The exaggerated hips, the admiration of the shoulders – this man was out to change the way we think about ourselves. He had a way of making the female figure look powerful while maintaining strong sensuality.

He was an artist in every sense of the word. His collections were about far more than making textiles drape the female body in a flattering way. His shows transcended the clothing itself. He calculated everything: every move the model would make, the light that would shine on the garment, every spec of makeup that was painted on the faces, and every inch of the heel that was placed on the feet (Oh God, the shoes).  Models were no longer humans when they marched his catwalk. They were canvases whose sole purpose was to portray his vision.

Maybe I’m looking for the “McQueen” in things, but I still see the influence that the first line I ever studied has.

The fact is that McQueen’s last few months of life broke our hearts, and his death left us empty. Watching his final collection being shown just a couple of weeks after his passing, something didn’t feel right. While I truly believe it to be his best collection ever, it was spawned from the darkest of his days. You can see the loneliness he must have felt just a few short months after his mother’s passing.

We may not have Lee (as he was known to his closest of friends), but atleast we'll always have The Horn of Plenty, Sarabande, and the ever infamous Dress, No. 13.

I only have a month to make it up to NYC to see the exhibition. Since I have a strong feeling I’m going to miss out on it, I’ll have to settle for this. Should be on my door step in 5 days. If anyone wants to join me for a quick weekend trip to the Met, let me know!