أنت استطاع اشتريت أموال متبادلة, مخزونات, [رل ستت].

أو أنت استطاع استثمرت في [ا] [سنتثر-برينت] حريريّة [بوكّي] وشاح.

في 30% تحت قيمة تجزّئيّة, يقول أنا هو حركة ذكيّة.

أنّ أنت يستطيع استمتعت, والبيع ثانية على [إبي], سوفت [بوكّي] وشاح مخدّرة [شك] خسرت جديده كحدث تقليديّ [كلّكتيبل].

» [بوكّي] وشاح على عمليّة بيع في [بلوفلي].

هذا واحدة من تجهيزاتي مفضّلة - يترجم داخل [كتّي] [فشيونيست-س], أنّ [منس], نعم, قد أساء أنا هذا أحذية مع هذا ثوب من قبل.

أنا أعبد هذا ثوب - الأسلوب مخدّرة, القطعة بسيطة. هو كان واقعيّا صديقتي أم [موو-موو] من ال 70. أنا رتّبت هو ينزل ومن غير قصد يتقلّص هو في الفلكة, [إت] [فويلا]! يجعل [إفا] [فرنك] ثوب مماثلة خاصّ بالأزهار أنت استطاع هززت.

الحزام سير جانبا [يوديت] [م] - هو [تد] بشدّة أن يجعل خارجا, غير أنّ يتلقّى هو هذا [كت-ووتس] جميلة مماثلة إلى أنّ أنّ يزيّن هم حقيبة يد. أحيانا يتسلّى أنا أيضا [ا] [شنل] [نوك-وفّ] [شنل-ينسبيرد] جلديّة وحزام سير كبّل على الثوب.

كلّ شخص يفكّر ال [تيغت] ب [دولس] [ديور] & [غبّنا] [غكّي] [بوكّي], غير أنّ اشترىهم أنا واقعيّا في هدف [ا فو] سنون [أغو]. أنا [إينغ] هذا [فردريك] من هوليوود [لف-بتّرند] [تيغت] كخلفهم.

أنا اشتريت جيري و [بلك-سبوتّد] [بيب-تو] مضخات على عمليّة بيع [ا] سنة أو هكذا [أغو] في علويّة [إست سد] دكان. الحبيبات فقيرة' يحصل جلد [كركلي] بما أنّ أنا قد نقعتهم في نيويورك مطر, لذلك أنا أمكن استبدلتهم مع [ك] علامة مميّزة [بيب-تو] أسافين.

Great Gatsby gone Gap? J Crew jazz baby? I believe I’m saved from prep overdose with my minky pal on my shoulders.

Max Studio Green Chiffon Dress: I slip on this chiffon dress and I can’t figure out why only 70% of my wardrobe is made up of silk dresses.

Vintage belt: Hard to make out, but it’s navy and maroon striped deliciousness. I’m boycotting waist-cinching belts and everything neo 1950’s.

Vintage cap: My mink rosette cap has been glamorously hiding that I desperately need my hair trimmed. Shh.

Vintage wedge platforms: 5″ inches of easy to wear wooden heel. New York City jogging shoes.
And my daily recipe for face:

5 lbs. e.l.f.’s “Drama” eyeshadow
3 coats black mascara
Smear of black eye liner
Dash of e.l.f’s “Strawberry Creme” lip balm
Pinch of e.l.f’s “Natural Radiance” blusher

If you didn’t already know, all e.l.f. cosmetics are $1 a pop, and you can get a free compact when you purchase four or more elements.

It’s been months, years, eons since I posted an fashion article of mine.

Your soul has been starving, and let my fashion journalist genius feed it:

Zipping around uptown Manhattan, grocery shopping in over-the-knee boots, five pounds of black eye shadow, and layers of vintage chiffon, I get looks from Gapped-out nannies and minked-out moms, finally wondering:

Aren’t they over-familiar with the boho/SoHo bum get-ups of tabloid cover girls Olsen twin #2 and Sienna Kate Moss Miller?

So I escape downtown, soy latte hunting, and soon overtaken by a fleet of flat, slouchy, misshapen boots, smothered in excesses of bloated sweaters, drowning in a sea of mismatched apparel, I was forced to question:

Is ugly the new haute?

Read the rest of “Behind the Design with Aviva UnderPants” here…

The perpetual traffic. The natives’ ooh la love for flip-flops, faux boobs, and orange skin.

The amazing weather gorgeous year-round that traps my mink fur coats, fur capelets, fox fur hats, fur boots, and vintage fur muffs in my closet.

I hate Los Angeles.

Were I in New York City, extremely sleep deprived, shelling out $6 for a soy latte, almost getting hit by an angry cab as I run back to my thousand-dollar-plus shoebox I call home, I could be wearing this Tryst natural rabbit fur jacket.

Maybe I’ll buy it anyway and wear it over a bikini.

And probably get arrested for prostitution.

» Tryst rabbit fur coat available at Bluefly.

» Ralph Lauren bikini available at Bluefly.

Blame a Los Angelena childhood, but I refuse to put away my summer dresses even in the middle of Manhattan winter.

Still, I’m not all insensibility — picture one of my summer dresses with a pair of (painted on) jeans, a (ridiculously large cashmere) scarf, (thigh-high) boots, and a (chocolate mink) peacoat.

Slave to fashion, I am not.

As the media rehashes vice president Dick Cheney’s hunting accident over and over and over again, astute fashion writer I am, I can’t help but ponder –

Does this mean trapper hats are in for another few months?

My fav fur trappers are — naturally — the way ridiculous, super-sized fox fur trappers. Dig this one — large and furry beyond necessity, it’s begging for a tofu pie from PETA and to be worn ironically in warm weather with a summer-y black dress.

You could also play more practical, sans sacrificing luxe. Dig Gucci’s black logo, fur-lined trapper. It’s more subtle, sleek, and if you tire of it in a few months, you’re virtually guaranteed a decent refund via eBay.

As for me, I’m dusting off my Oscar de la Renta suit — I’m hoping Senator Hillary Clinton will have a love affair infamously documented on her apparel so that designer power suits will be back in.

Zipping around uptown Manhattan, grocery shopping in over-the-knee boots, five pounds of black eye shadow, and layers of vintage chiffon, I get looks from Gapped-out nannies and minked-out moms, finally wondering:

Aren’t they over-familiar with the boho/SoHo bum get-ups of tabloid cover girls Olsen twin #2 and Sienna Kate Moss Miller?

So I escape downtown, soy latte hunting, and soon overtaken by a fleet of flat, slouchy, misshapen boots, smothered in excesses of bloated sweaters, drowning in a sea of mismatched apparel, I was forced to question:

Is ugly the new haute?

To be sure, these symptoms of a lingering boho fever were refreshing after uptown’s uniform of highlighted hair and Birkin bags, but there’s got to be a happy marriage between downtown edge and uptown gloss, bold black and patrician platinum, the –

” — Financial District and East Village,” picks up Lisa Aviva Bleviss, designer of Aviva Underpants. Aviva Underpants — named so because Lisa sold everything but to create her business — is a collection of scarves made of Wall Street suits’ fabrics spiked with a touch of St. Marks’ antiestablishment. “I love all things classic, but also love to take them out of context,” explains Lisa. “It’s all about uptown meets downtown. Why can’t they live in harmony?”

Cut simply and cleanly, with a clever, subtle play between two textiles, Aviva Underpants is classic and unique, money meets indie. it’s –

The one thing I can wear that’ll get grins from both townhouse-owners and hipsters.

While I enjoy the occasional mocha, a pinch of espresso brownie, or a lick of fudge, I’m not much of a chocolate girl.

Nay, when in the depths of despair — my breakfast cafe is out of soy milk for my latte, or I’ve spilled my iced coffee (soy latte substitute) on my favorite dress — I turn to cheese. Fashion-y tabloids are okay, bad romance novels better, and fresh mozzarella and pumpkin and ricotta ravioli obliterate any feelings beside pure bliss.

Luxuriously comforting, richly homey, touched by a casual Euro flair, each cheese is unique in flavor, every bite soothes and excites –

“– while it feels like ‘comfort food’ it’s exquisitely beautiful and sophisticated,” says Katie Gold, designer of Velluca. Speaking not of my amore, but her own, she continues, “Velvet has a personality of its own. It catches the light, plays with it, and is extremely versatile.” Velluca — a play on the Italiano word for velvet, “velluto” — is all minky velvet stoles and beaded peacock scarves that are luxe-cozy, the perfect pick-up for an OK outfit or bad day, and the made-in-Oregon scarves look much more flattering on.

Than those pounds of cheese.

Twitching late for an afternoon meeting, second in line for a pending appointment with an administrator, I busied myself on my iBook.

Finally he oozed into the office. “All these ladies, waiting for me? How did I get so lucky?” He turned to me, the only little lady not mooning at him — “What’s that you’re doing?”

“Working,” I replied, without interrupting my manic keyboard pecking.

“What on?”

“Writing,” I said, refusing to be interrupted.

The wrinkled receptionist giggled nervously.

My twiggy five-foot-nothing frame decorated in silly dresses plays home to a much less frilly personality; sometimes I think I’m a pit bull in a poodle’s body, a Kristopher in a Krissy, or maybe more –

” — an iron fist in a velvet glove,” says designer Tu-Anh, co-founder and namesake of accessories line Tu-Anh. “It’s a description I feel suits my name perfectly. ‘Tu-Anh’ is not a typical name for a girl,” she continues. “Most Chinese and Vietnamese names are of flowers, plants, and gems. ‘Tu-Anh’ means ‘bright and charming;’ a female with this name tends to appear feminine on the outside, but masculine on the inside.”

Fittingly, Tu-Anh’s Vietnamese silk beaded scarf compromises neither beauty nor function, their mother-of-pearl flower necklace is boldly feminine, and their hand-sequinned clutches charm, but are built to last, much –

Unlike my patience, I’m afraid.