Full of Grace

I love your new cowboy hat! Let's celebrate! The weekend saw me thinking about "The September Issue" a lot, which I have to talk about immediately or I'll explode. And no one wants me to explode because who is gonna clean up all the bits and pieces? For those of you who don't know what "The September Issue" is, here are two options:

a) It is a documentary about the making of the biggest and heaviest Vogue issue in history, reaching an audience of approximately 13 million people.

b) It is me trying to figure out what to do with my grown-up life by September.

Surprise! The more correcter answer is a). (and yes, I just wrote this sentence on purpose because I'm a funny lady. So funny even Anna Wintour has to smile a little. Because I dress like a hobo on bubble tea. I also wanted to say that I detest people saying stuff like "Show me your beautiful smile, honey". I'm gonna show you something else. And it ain't got nothing to do with rainbows and panda bears, I guarantee).

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I haven't extensively talked/ ranted about fashion in the longest time, so here is the trailer for "The September Issue":



From this preview it looks like Anna Wintour is the star of the show, but actually it's Grace Coddington. She is the fashion editor of US Vogue, former 60s Welsh (!) model, occupant of one of these NY brownstones I'd like to own, and wearer of the most fabonkulous red mane in the history of red manes. Ms. Coddington is also a stubborn Don Quijote fighting against the windmills of commercialism and defending substantial beauty while being surrounded by shallow uglyness.

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Besides igniting my appreciation for Ms. Coddington, the documentary also made me think about the differences/connections between fashion and style, art and commerce, feminism and beauty. Since my brain suffered severe weakening caused by another wonderful weekend, I'll let someone else speak. This comment is taken from a Q&A with Guardian's fashion writer Hadley Freeman.

"Fashion is supposed to be about giving grown women self-confidence, pleasure and maybe even a strut in their stride. It is not supposed to make them want to resemble baby animals who can barely walk across the room. This seems to be an increasingly common misconception."

- Shitting babies can be rock stars too.

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- Accessories will solve the climate crisis. Sort of.

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- "Ugly Shoes. A Brief History" shows three pairs I own. Guess which. Winner gets appreciation and short hug, because long hugs make me uncomfortable. Why? Because I'm an oh so special INFJ.

- How-to-guide for recycling your pets. Chapter 1: Making bags out of your dearest cat.

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- I really want to have a Russian winter hat made out of this little critter:

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Mad World

Initially I wanted to post "Top 3 Historical Plagues" and "Top 5 Worst Summer Fashion", but I got so annoyed and scared by the latter, that I decided to write about something positive instead. But before, a little newsflash:

Bachelorette parties are real fun in case you're not the bride. If I should ever get married, I will not allow a party to take place because I fear cold-blooded revenge from my sister (also: I'm Katy "Fucking" Fitch! who the fuck are you?) (also: the girl working at the Diesel store in Vienna totally looks like Effy) (also: this information is irrelevant for most of you because you don't know what the hell I'm actually talking about) (also: go see Skins ASAP in case you want to take part in our Skins-themed party) (also: I'll dress up as Panda Poo).

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I wanted to see Eclipse yesterday to carry out an anthropological experiment involving teenage girls, group hysteria and shameless objectification of Brits. My strictly scientific participant observation couldn't be carried out though. That's why I saw Before Sunrise again, which involves a lot more talking, actual pre-marital sex, and Vienna.

I re-positioned some of my books. This time, I colorschemed them. Like my socks.

There is new advise in the category "How to live": In case you're PMSing, don't go to a place where sweets are expensive. In honor of this very useful recommendation I made a pie chart illustrating why sometimes it's hard to be a woman.

I admit that this pie chart exaggerates the percentaged intake of chocolates. Sometimes it's also about committing carbizide.

There is clear photo evidence that Amy Macdonald has an evil twin sister:

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(It's Katy Perry in case you wondered)

Mad Men will start its 4th season on Sunday evening. These are some of the things I wish to happen:

1) Don Draper and Joan Holloway hook up. This would be like Christmas and Easter, coffee and cigarrettes, Jack White and Allison Mosshart, Gin and Tonic, me and Johnny, the pope and hypocrisy.

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2) The art department uses Helvetica more often.

3) Bob Dylan gets his album cover designed by Sterling Cooper.

4) Peggy gets equal pay.

5) The African American elevator operator gets a really good job.

6) Sterling Cooper hires Andy Warhol. Andy Warhol has an affair with Sal resulting in happiness and screenprints.

These things probs won't take place soon, but on the other hand who would've thought that the English guy's foot would've gotten lacerated by a lawn-mower in season 3?

This week's Gender Fuck Award for re-wording Florence and the Machine lyrics goes to madmad: "A chick with a dick is better than none".

Here's a very sweet video of a cute baby bear to get your mind off the whole Don & Joan situation: