don’t worry, i am still a feminist…but…
call me a girly girl. call me superficial. i don’t care.
i don’t find myself at all shallow or one of those girls that puts too much emphasis on material things (i mean, sure i love shopping and shoes quite a bit…but it isn’t everything…) but i really really really really like fashion. i think i like it so much because it really is an art form and designers are able to make a statement that people actually WEAR. it doesn’t hang in a gallery or sit behind a glass frame…it is a useable, moveable, piece of artwork.
i am not talking about target here, people.
sometimes a girl needs something really expensive. i know, i know. i sound horrible.
prada has always been my favorite–mostly because of their add campaigns. they are always so interesting to look at…and the colors surprise me. the fashion isn’t always something i would wear, but it always something that looks original and beautiful. but i have yet to see a prada handbag i wouldn’t adorn. and also, the new prada fragrance makes me melt. but if i could choose ONE prada item it would be this:
i pine, nay, ache for it. no really. i am not kidding.
i was just having a girly moment. what can i say.
today was good. work was a bit slower and i had an amazing dinner with my friend sarah. now i will watch anthony bourdain for an hour or two before bed. (anothony bourdain will need a blog all his own…that will come later. sigh.) i want him about as much as a prada fairy bag. did i say that out loud? crap.