If there’s one publisher that can make buying books Tres Chic, its ASSOULINE. Not only because they publish the most complete set of Fashion Related books, but the store itself resembles a personal library. Books are displayed on over sized wood tables, there’s a quaint sitting area, and the cash wrap simply floats with no register in sight. They held their Grand Opening today hosted by Model, Author, and Real Housewife of New York Kelly Killoren Bensimon. Upon entering the shop I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by Kelly. She was perched on a table with her legs crossed.
Dressed in a black tank top, cropped leather jacket, Hervé Léger skirt, and Manolo Blahnik shoes she was surrounded by piles of The Bikini Book and American Style which she penned. Kelly was extremely kind in noticing my outfit and was very happy to accommodate my request. I had a copy of The Fashion Questionnaire book and asked if she would answer a question or two and sign it. She not only signed it but she answered almost all of the questions (I’ll post her answers soon). After my moment with Kelly I continued browsing through their selection of books and realized that I own quite a few of ASSOULINE books. Now if they ever add a cafe, I’ll be blogging from ASSOULINE Las Vegas via my BlackBerry.
…Click to continue reading | Assouline Las Vegas Grand Opening with Kelly Killoren Bensimon

Amanda
What do you think about Lady Gaga?
Such a gimmick. I liker her but sometimes she kills me. Like is she seriously the same person on stage and offstage. I’m soon to be over it.
Junior

Amanda
Ya its a bit much.
I told my friend and we didn’t agree. Her outfit for the Grammy’s killed me. Seriously? At least wear Dior Couture if you want crazy not a pink space bubble tube..
Junior

Amanda
Thank You!!!
I really think Armani should have said “Oh honey no, we love you but this is not part of our DNA. Call Thierry Mugler or Bob Mackie”.
Junior

Amanda
Exactly!
Lady Gaga Orbits Earth at the 2010 Grammy Awards in ArmaniThis whole extreme Photoshop business has me thinking, can we really put an end to it? This is where it gets complicated, Photoshop is needed in the industry but it is widely misused. How do you fix it? Well you can’t. Because in order to fix it you’d have to get everybody who uses it on board. I think publishers can start by doing their part to not abuse it, but what about the ads? Even if a magazine chose to be fair when editing its images you still have the ads which are sometimes produced elsewhere. Which would leave the consumer with a conflicting message, ” We respectively use Photoshop, but can’t say the same for our advertisers”. Also when flipping through the pages of the magazine you’d start to notice the difference between real and overly edited subjects. So what can the industry do? Everyone needs to do their part and use Photoshop with restraint and years down the road we may see a difference. If not Abode will create a Photoshop face mask so that we may always look our very best, whether we’re doing laundry or running over people in the Hamptons with our Mercedes M-Class (I miss Lizzie Grubman).

On the Left: Is an overly retouched photo of Demi Moore. On the Right: Is an un-edited image.
You can always tell when I didn’t put much thought into an outfit when it’s this simple. But it worked out so I can’t complain. This one was taken at “Closet Sundays” at Revolution inside The Mirage.

What I’m Wearing:
T-Shirt: Kira Plastinina (It’s the employee Shirt, Don’t ask me how I got it)
Jeans: Old Navy
Wrist wear: Black Tory Burch Lucite Cuff
Clutch: BCBG
Shoes: Fendi Secret Code Ankle Boots
The Time: A few decades ago
The Place: Via Condotti, Rome
The Subject: Me, in Europe for the first time, searching for the quintessential Italian souvenir
Lack of funds did not prevent me from purchasing not one but two keepsakes at Gucci on that long-lost afternoon at Gucci, where the hushed atmosphere, the thick carpets, the glittery showcases contrasted so starkly with my college-girl attire. Nevertheless, I bought what I considered at the time to be the epitome of Italian chic: a silk Flora foulard and a little sterling silver–and–enamel ring in the shape of a dragon. This was all years ago, in shouting distance of the seventies, when Gucci was the standard-bearer of la dolce vita, that glamorous era before cappuccinos began showing up on every corner from Tulsa and Tacoma.

First let’s get the serious stuff out of the way. “Tiger is wrong for cheating on his wife, he has kids and blah blah zzzzzz”. Seriously? This is the best thing to ever happen to Tiger. Think about it! He’s been the golden child of Golf ever since I can remember, everyone swears he’s some kind of angel, he can’t fart without Wheaties coming out of his ass, and he’s got more endorsement deals than Jenna Jameson has been banged. He’s a person not a machine and what have we learned from being human? We will make mistakes and one upload or trip to Dr.Phil cannot contain the situation. From what I’ve been hearing he seems to be telling the girls the same story “unhappy at home”. The man is 33 and lives in the public eye this was bound to happen. I’m still surprised they didn’t find him in some dungeon wearing a leather outfit while a mistress teases his ball with his own golf clubs.
…Click to continue reading | My thoughts on Tiger Woods and his Indiscretions
So I’ve never booked a flight that takes off at 6am and somehow I did. That’s all in the past so were not gonna talk about that. What we will talk about is how I looked way too chic for LAS (lame ass Vegas Airport) and how Delta (lame ass excuse for an airline) fucked me up. I get to the airport at 4:30 for my flight that leaves at 6:30 am, Perfect timing right? NOOOOOOOTTT. I check in, go through security, get to my gate , and buy more Dramamine (I get nauseous when I fly from West to East). Now you’re supposed to take them an hour before you fly and so I did. Here comes the NOOOOOOOTTTT. Ten minutes before we had to board the plane this # yes I said # because I will refrain from calling her a BITCH(plus I don’t know her like that besides she may be a nice bitch), came on to deliver a message “ Attention Passengers we are having some technical difficulties with the plane, the problem is mechanical we’ve already ordered the part it is on the next plane from Salt Lake City and will be replaced as soon it comes in. Your flight will now depart at 9:30am and we will begin re-issuing boarding passes with passengers that have connecting flights first”.
Summ ma ma Bitch, I swear my color almost came out because I wanted to cut-er not cut her but cut-er all one word minus the H. So now I’m doped up on Dramamine, stuck at this fuck box with slot machines they call an airport, just wishing I still had a balance on my NetJets card so I can get the F##K out of dodge. So almost 3 hours later they issued me new tickets to get on the 9:30 flight to Atlanta and the 5:30 flight from Atlanta to Miami. The fuckery continues peeps, I get to HOTLANTA and I look at the ticket it says Gate A18 ok lets go. NOOOOTTTTTT. I get to gate A18 and everyone seems to be going to New York……ummmm I’m trying to get to Miami. I go up to the counter and say “ Hi, do you know where my gate is because it says A18 and this is the wrong fucking gate” (ok I don’t usually cuss this much but I’m about done with Delta at this point). His reply “ Oh yeah your new gate is now A21“. Lets reverse and talk about how the first plane has private TV’s and OK seats etc.. Now I’m on a Greyhound with wings and a baby that just wont shut up. Took another Dramanine and the guy next to me seems bent on having a conversation. He was actually nice, well both of them I sat between two older guys. I didn’t mean to be rude to them but the Dramamine kicked in I slept and woke up 40 minutes before we landed.