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- Rudyard Kipling
To have that sense of one’s intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything: the ability to discriminate, to love and to remain indifferent.
To lack it is to be locked within oneself, paradoxically incapable of either love or indifference. If we do not respect ourselves, we are the one hand forced to despise those who have so few resources as to consort with us, so little perception as to remain blind to our fatal weaknesses. On the other, we are peculiarly in thrall to everyone we see, curiously determined to live out – since our self-image is untenable – their false notion of us.
We flatter ourselves by thinking this compulsion to please others an attractive trait: a gist for imaginative empathy, evidence of our willingness to give. At the mercy of those we cannot but hold in contempt, we play roles doomed to failure before they are begun, each defeat generating fresh despair at the urgency of divining and meeting the next demand made upon us."
- Joan Didion
Today I received a text message that made me get up, skip around the room, jump up and down on my bed, and generally flip the fuck out with excitement.
"I’m cleaning out my closet, if you want anything"
This is not a normal closet clean out. This is some devil wears Prada shit next level st. Laurent Celine alexander mcqueen high end shit. The worst thing she (my boss, who combines the statuesque good looks of Paris Hilton with the business acumen and style of Miranda Priestly and hyper brainpower of mathematician) owns is nicer than 99% of my wardrobe. Like Wildfox. Wildfox is slumming it to her.
The other day we were sorting through haute goodies for a client headed to Paris and in need of our styling services.
A fitted leather Alexander Mcqueen blouse with high cap sleeves and peplum waistline, a mesh St. Laurent tank top that smells like heaven, Balenciaga boots, and Herve Leger two piece dress in perfectly gilded rose gold.
"Do you ever pick up something so beautiful and expensive that you lose your breath a little, and you wonder how you got so lucky?" I wondered aloud.
She looked at me quizzically. No. She has a regal air, not of entitlement but of deserving the very best, as if the very best was meant to be, as if anything is meant to be.
"My Dad lives in a town with one stoplight," I blurt out. "He sleeps in a trailer behind his office, a thin blue shotgun across from that one stoplight. He used to be a lawyer. Now he just looks at the Ocean."
She laughs politely and changes the subject, the way people do.
They’re here, they’re out, and they’re prettier than you and everyone you know. Gayish girl models are super hot but also super annoying in the vein of all models. Where once there was a dearth of gay girls making money off looking damn fine, now girl loving models sprinkle the internet landscape like glorious glitter. Here is, in no particular order, The Top 20 Queer Models of 2014… Part deux.