Just an observation.

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So, turns out "The Hills" star Lauren "LC" Conrad only "helped out" backstage at the Marc Jacobs show, not walk in the show as been rumored. But she probably foreshadowed the bitchery and drama that would ensue for our favorite little former chubbie nerd turned muscly machoman superdesigner.
Also, a tad too much messy sheer shat.
However, I did find some of the frocks rather lovely
The shoes were insane! Heel coming from the ball of the foot?! A foot fetishist's dream.
The hair and makeup made me think of frazzled haired librarians who get a little on the side, judging from the provocateur aspect of the show.
All in all, I may sound a bit like a Marc-hater, but I am a Marc-o-phile at heart. But I tend to get a bit queasy when I see him design something like this:
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Veronica Webb
I've always had an affinity for polaroids; there's just something so wonderful about a a little 4X4 square that slowly goes from blank to picture in a matter of seconds. Instant gratification is my thing I guess. Imagine my glee when I find out about RoidRage, from fashionista, a photo-website sort of like Patrick McMullan, only in polaroid form. Shot by Jeremy Kost, he covers anyone who is someone in New York. There's backstage at fashion shows, media events, polaroids of models, stars, and the occasional D-list whatsit.
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I KNOW these runway trip-ups and falls have been featured everywhere from YouTube to Access Hollywood and on millions of fashion blogs everywhere, but since fashion week is approaching and nymag did a feature on them, I couldn't help myself to do a recap on it. It's like when someone trips, it is instinctual to giggle, or maybe I'm just a cruel and heartless bitch and have had many embarassing tripping incidents in my own life that I feel entitled to laugh at another's humiliation. Especially if it's a model, because they need a little embarassment in their lives to offset their skinny, beautiful, yummy cocaine-filled lives.
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THE fashion industry can be devastatingly pretentious sometimes. But then there are those times that the cold, frigid fashion world gains some heart. (Goodness,I sound like some Hallmark made-for-TV movie.)
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