Mischa Barton In Keds

The Keds Corporation extended their contract with Mischa Barton until Summer 2008.

The production was set to begin this October. The new campaign will take a fresh look around their new tagline “Be Cool” and will look at the evolution of Keds and Mischa . ” The new campaign will continue to engage the Keds consumer drawing inspiration from Mischa’s classic style, her career as a young Hollywood actress, and her natural personification of Keds’ iconic status,” said Wendy Yang, Senior Vice President Product and Marketing, Keds Corporation.

The Spring 2008 ads will be unveiled at an ad campaign party in New York City in December.





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Live Fight Night: Facehunter v Sartorialist

In the red corner, sockless and wearing navy trousers and olive green jacket with interesting neckwear, weighing in at 180 lbs, the undisputed champion of Street Style blogs...Scott 'the perfect amount of cuff on display' Schuman.

And in the blue corner, wearing a clash of check, the undefeated challenger...Yvan 'likes his eye candy' Rodic.

Verdict: The youthful Rodic wins, the lively check being too much for the autumnal but ultimately dull Schuman

As you can see I am a little overexcited about going to Paris. Apologies but can you blame me?
It was cool coming across some mutual love between two of the heavyweights of street style blogging! I came across Yvan (Facehunter) on sartorialists style.com blog and the compliment was soon reciprocated on Facehunter.

OK I must get back to washing and packing. What a crazy life I lead.

You SAW the SART?? Right, friendship terminated.

I think the facehunter wins here, but ultimately my heart belongs to Scott and his shots of grown-up style I can aspire to. Teenagers already make me feel bad enough about myself, without having to be told every other day that they're ten times more stylish (and, apparently, richer) than me.

OMG I WANT: Designer Binges

Tuesday to-die-fors:

($625, Botkier, Bloomingdales.com)

Definitely no steal at that price, but the structuring makes this an absolute thing of beauty.

($395, D&G Dolce & Gabbana, eLuxury.com)

Love this textured cone heel! And the bright, bold gold makes this shoe sort of a happy high-class hooker heel! Loves!

($425, Giuseppe Zanotti, eLuxury.com)

Giuseppe Zanotti sorta reminds me of a more affordable Fendi. I absolutely love these stunners -- the curved mirror heel is amazorz.

($297, Candela NYC, Activeendeavors.com)

Yay! Back to affordable-ish reality. These are totally beautiful everyday fall boots.

($45, Shopintuition.com)

Yay! Beauts jeweled earrings, and totes affordable! They'd be perf not only with the aforeblogged boots, but also with this dress, which has been on my bingelist for weeks now:

($110, Humanoid, Oak)

Serious wants.

Couture Trash

Recently I was looking through Net-a-Porter.com. Is there some rule that everything on that site needs to be either amazing or fucking terrible?

These three are amazingly terrible:

($2765, Fendi, Net-a-porter.com)

For a hot second, I almost felt like this COULD be beautiful, but then I pulled the paper bag filled with model airplane glue away from my face and realized that this is actually a well-tailored garbage bag! Too many sequins hurt eyes!

($675, David Szeto, Net-a-Porter.com)

Man. Where to even begin? This looks like a cheap valance you'd buy at an innercity dollar store. It also looks like one of those towel wraps that fasten at the top with Velcro, which is ALWAYS classy. It also looks like how a fancy party dress looks when you wake up the morning after the fancy party and lean out of bed and spot the dress balled up on the floor in a heap of stained, declining value. Whatever this shit is, it looks like you'd buy it at Bed Bath & Beyond, not in the same place you can buy Proenza Schouler.

($2358, Alexander McQueen, Net-a-Porter.com)

It's two awful dresses in one schizophrenic nightmare! Lilac crepe for when you wanna look like demure Lady Di circa 1984, and shitty black lace when you wanna look like Britney Spears at the 2001 VMAs. (Ah... the pre-Federline glory days!)

Bye, y'all!

Aguilera's "Simply Christina"

After the release of her "Simply Christina" fragrance ad, Christina Aguilera let the public view the product's commercial. It seems that the "mom-to-be" is busy in promoting her product.

You can see no sign of pregnancy in this commercial:

S-Perfume: 100% Love? 100% Vile

So, tonight I stopped into Barneys Coop to find a birthday present for a friend's upcoming Very Big Birthday. While at the cash register, I noticed two different perfume testers: one was Frederic Malle's Outrageous, and the other was 100% Love by S-Perfume and Sophia Grojsman, available only at Barneys. I picked up what I thought was the former, sprayed it on my inner wrist, set it down and waited for it to dry, then noticed I'd accidentally sprayed the latter, 100% Love. While the girl was ringing up my purchase, I took a quick whiff of my wrist. Again, nothing. And then... I. Almost. Fucking. Died.

Now, I know I tend toward descriptive hyperbolics, but I almost never barf, and I am NOT exaggerating when I say that I immediately almost vomited and as I write this, even now, I continue to fight back the dry heaves.

Okay, lemme see if I can do justice to the foul malodor that befell me. You know that sickening sweet-and-sour smell that five-week-old milk has and how when you sniff it, it feels similar to an electric shock minus the high voltage? That's the sensation that passed through and over me when I sprayed that shit. Iller than all ills. On the train ride home, I kept hoping no one would see me surreptitiously stealing sniffs of my arm, even though people do and sniff far worse on trains. Part of me was afraid I looked a little nuts, but the other part of me was so taken aback by the heinous self-inflicted destruction seeping into my skin that I almost wanted to grab the stranger sitting next to me and ask them to smell it so I could be sure my nose was still working properly and I didn't all of a sudden have some kind of skewed wiring leading from my nose back up to my brain. I just had to keep smelling it because I was just in such disbelief. Seriously, packed 2nd Avenue F train platforms in the dead of August don't smell as bad as this shit does.

Anyway, at this point, my arm smelled like rotten milk, warm baby formula, undercurrents of stinky cheese, bold notes of urine and just a hint of fetid tangerines. I can only hope and PRAY that the tester bottle I picked up had, in fact, turned under all of those bright, hot Barneys lights, because nothing SHOULD smell like this on purpose -- certainly nothing one should be expected to pay for.

The fragrance is described as: "The pulpy erotic part of a secret red fruit, the rich, deep and velvety skin of a dark natural rose by L.M.R., a ray of green sap from the rose's thorn, a mystical "concoction" of incense and black cacao."

Reviews I've found describe earlier versions of the fragrance as sweet like candy and roses... uhhh... what? All I know is that I was afraid to walk into my home lest my cat sniff me and keel over.

I'm afraid of what I might need to remove this scent from my sad little arm, and I pray it doesn't involve gaoline or matches.

Kimora's dressing

Ai toate motivele sa fii verde de invidie cand privesti dressingul Kimorei Lee Simmons, fost model, fosta sotie a mogulului hip-hop Russel Simmons, designer pentru Baby Phat si actrita de ocazie. Kimora are 5oo de perechi de jeansi, 35 de genti Hermes facute la comanda, rafturi intregi acoperite cu pantofi si multe alte "bunatati". Asa cum se spune si inceputul articolului, a numi garderoba Kimorei impresionanta este ca si cum ai zice despre Dom Perignon ca este o bautura spumoasa.