I'm not dead,

...just overwhelmed by school and AP exams which are killing me. Be back in May. So sorry for my rather deadbeat blogging.

Googled.

On a tip from the highly informative blog, Independent Fashion Bloggers, I signed up for Google Analytics a couple days ago. Basically, it's a tracker for blogs, only googlized to death with pie charts and maps and such. So far, it's been a hoot. There's this tracker that monitors what keywords are typed into Google search to find a blog, and since my blog name is fashion orgasm, one can only imagine the hilarity and horrors that are typed to find this blog.
Utterly strange keywords I came upon were:
-marc jacobs head bobbles

-dior heartless bitch

-agyness shit neon

-why am I so hungry
-sex burrito orgasm
-open close orgasm
- orgasm with clothes on
-nu femmes in hungry
-my little pony furry sex

People have rather bizarre fetishes these days.

Photos- Gettyimages

Gemma-ni Twins

You know you spend too mch time on Style.com when you notice things like this: I found a Sasha Pivavarova picture (at left) in the Gemma Ward page. It's funny how even a bigwig like Style.com can't distinguish the difference between the two eerily similiar-looking supermodels.

Perhaps they were fraternal twins that were separated at the hospital and Sasha sent to be raised in Russia, pining for her long-lost, equally bulgyeyed and alienesque twin sister Gemma? Oh god, it sounds like I'm on LSD or something, disregard what I wrote, please.

You know you love it...

Did anyone catch Gossip Girl last night? My first thoughts:

1. Everyone in the cast is HOT.

2. Is the guy playing Nate a model?

3. Chuck is so very, very douchey.

4. Wow Dan is surprisingly hot for someone that's suppose to be a self-deprecating loner.

5. I love the subtle fashion touchs (a little Lanvin there, Henri Bendel there...)
6. The story line is a bit hasty and muddled but infused with that Josh Schwartz type of OC drama that makes it all the more watchable.

7. Practically half the show is full of Blair's bitchy, envious stares at Serena.

Yes, I'm shameless

A little mancandy to satiate you lasses (and lads) for the day...

VNY's Sean Opry.

Alcoholics Anonymous

Not so secret: I have a major tree fetish.
I'm much too busy with school and summer assignments to blog for a while, so here's an idea: Comment to this post about absolutely ANYTHING in the world, ANONYMOUSLY. Let's see where this goes..

An Ensemble Piece

As I was flimming through the Sept. Vanity Fair, I came upon the new Moschino ad, shot by Peter Lindbergh, featuring all Asian models, which is a rare occurance in the American fashion circuit. Usually I see ads depicting a Hye Park or Du Juan in the corner sharing facetime with a gaggle of Gemmas and Darias (ex: Cavalli, YSL, LV, Fall06) so this is new. Anyway, alls I wants to say is the messy bobs and sickly sweet babydoll-ness of the garments reminds me of the women-spies in those 70's chinese exploitation spy films my father watches. (He had a thing for asian women assassins and killing machines in cheongsam dresses. And blaxploitation Foxxy Brown films. In short, anything related to 70's exploitation films.) TMI, but it's true haha. And the morbidly fascinating Daul Kim is featured on the ladder, which I like.


Models: Daul Kim, Emma Pei, girl who's name I don't know, Eugenia Mandzhieva, Ai Tominaga, Tao Okamoto
photo: asian models blog

A Nonsensical 100th Post

Chilean Flamingos in SF
I went to the zoo today, attempting to take Bruce Weberesque photos avec my 12 year old Polaroid Spectra.
So I quote Charlotte from Lost in Translation: "...every girl goes through a photography phase...taking dumb pictures of your feet."
I am totally going through that phase like a looooon. On loon tablets.
Yeah I quote Georgia Nicolson too like all the other 124819234 bloggers in the world.

M.I.A. and Laguna Beach Leftovers

On Saturday I went to see M.I.A. in Berkeley's Amoeba, (aka Hostile and Sweaty Employees Musicstore). It was grand! And I swear on my crumbling grave that I saw Alex (one of Kristin's slutty blonde sidekicks) from Laguna Beach there with some hipster crew (boy with fake neon HOH shirt, girl with very blunt peroxide bang etc. etc.) Yeah I watch that show. The rapid degradation of the young teenagers on that show is astounding. Also my brutha has a thing for LC so I am practically forced to watch it.

I swear to God she was on Laguna Beach.

But anyway, M.I.A. bobbed up and down rapping about Sri Lankan violence in her pleasant British accent, WHICH I LOVE.
And then she signed autographs. But her PR people prohibited photos. Probably cause' it ruins her whole cool image to mingle with the scum of Berkeley, who knows. So I took secret photos of her behind Coltrane records like a effing paparazza.

That is all!

A Moment of Objectification

Although I haven't spoke much about male models here, Sean Opry makes me hungry for some really nice hunk of...meat, with a side of soft, delicious...biscuits. Okay enough sexually-charged dinner euphenisms here, he is just plain haaawt. And so pretty. Barely legal at 19 years of age and with VNY model management. God, I just read what I wrote and I sound like a voyuer, oh goodness.

Best Editorial. Ever

Harper's Bazaar rarely invokes any sense of orgasmic editorials, but the August issue literally had me erupting with a fashion orgasm. No, it's not the millionth, boring, nekkid Kate Moss editorial, nor is it a nekkid Gisele riding a cougar (although I wouldn't be surprised at either). As the Simpson's Movie premiere draws near, geniusly, Glenda Bailey had Simpson's illustrator Julius Preite depict the year's fashion moments in classic Simpson's style- yellow flesh and bulgy eyes (or as I like to call them, Masha eyes). With Linda Evangelista (so brilliant) "modeling," Karl, Marc, Alber, Jean, Viktor & Rolf, and Donatella are Simpsonized, and I can say without any sarcastic bitchiness that I love love love it.

Ironic, Homer as Karl, considering Karl's penchant for Taco Bell.

Marge channels Donatella, from the long extensions to the ever-present champagne flute

Alber Elbaz looks like a pillsbury designing god, how CUTE. The purple tie has it.

How aptly cast, Patty and Selma model the sadistic Viktor and Rolf lighting equipment.

Jean Paul Gaultier, Marge in that Coco Riverdance outfit, Maggie in a purse, genius.

And lastly, Marc Jacobs. The cartoons, so precise, right down to Marc's new hotbod and stubble to his classic Stan Smiths.

Photos-ohnotheydidnt

God, I needs me a man

Inspired by Project Runway, (although really,who is inspired by mediocrity?) I resorted to sewing a Barbie frock using bits of old fabric in Project Runway pace. Yeah as any fool can see, my summer is utterly dull and limp, sorta like Kimora Lee's phallus. And as my title implies, I really needs me a man. Or at least a cat. EDIT: And then I made a gingham babydoll boulette/bubble skirt thing in about an hour... maybe Mattel will hire me? SIKE