Hey, Carrie!
Flyer than the rest of them, still don't like Nike boots.
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Twitter: @zerbitt
Formspring: ask me a question (and read the answers).
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Jason Wu for Target. View the whole shebang here. I want the whole thing, but I need these full looks in my closet (now, please, thank you).
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Otherwise known as that moment when gender/sex, race, and culture/upbringing intersect.
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Have you seen most of the plus-size sections out there? It’s horrifying. Whoever’s designing for plus-size doesn’t get it. The entire garment needs to be reconceived. You can’t just take a size 8 and make it larger. In my travels, I’ve been an advocate for larger women. I’ve been talking to designers, but only a half-dozen make an effort. Most say, ‘I don’t want a woman who’s a size 10 or 11 wearing my clothes.’ Well, shame on you! It’s not realistic. We need to address real women with real needs.
Tim Gunn
(via Fashionista)
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Quote reblogged from luxurious vulgarityThe Weeknd — House of Balloons
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“She’s like a stripper at Fawkes, a phoenix-themed strip joint on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, run by one of the Weasleys.” (via Go Fug Yourself)
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Like all the best and brightest child stars, she has always been wonderfully behaved, giving interviews where nary a word is wrong, where nothing bad is said. Magazine profile writers do their best to get her to say one colorful, inappropriate thing: it never happens. While this is vastly preferably to a Britney/Lindsay/Miley type outburst, there something about Swift’s presentation that is unnerving, in much the same way as hearing child actors say things like, “Any day acting is an amazing day” or “It’s absolutely great to get such great material. ” But saying exactly the appropriate, mature thing doesn’t make one an adult: it just means one is good at mimicking adults. At 22, Taylor Swift still seems like she’s faking it.
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Reason enough to move to New Zealand: Baby seal sneaks into woman’s home through cat door, curls up on the couch for a nap
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[P]ersonally, I consider them the journalistic equivalent of selling crack for a living.
