Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Fake Debate

For a long time, I thought knock-off designer handbags, clothing, shoes, and accessories were not only morally ok, but also a great way for me to look chic and sophisticated. How wrong I was.

While there are a range of views on the issue of fake designer-wear, I am firm in my belief that knock offs may make you look chic (to the untrained eye who can’t spot a fake in seconds), but there is nothing sophisticated with supporting the plagiarism of countless hours of work and creative energy high class designers put into their collections.

As a writer, I would be horrified if I saw a story I wrote re-printed, either completely or partially, under someone else’s name. And this is for work I maybe spend 10 hours on, at most. Obviously, my horror can’t compare to a designer’s upon seeing their work knocked off, when their product took hundreds of people weeks to make.

The cheap street vendors in New York and the purse parties are bad enough, but what makes me cringe is when reputable stores and designers with the ability to be original decide to take the easy way out and copy.

For instance, this morning, Laura Nelli of Nelle Handbags, a seriously fabulous local handbag and accessories line, tweeted how one bag (and possibly belts) in the new line by Jaye Hersh for Target were ripped off from other designers. For instance, the snakeskin bag:

Jaye Hersh Hollywood Intuition for Target Faux Snakeskin Tote
(From StarTribune.com)
"Jenna" Beirn Handbag


You can decide for yourself, but while not an exact replica, it’s close enough that Laura tweeted that Beirn lawyers are addressing the situation.

This has happened before with Target, and while I love my hometown’s local retailer it upsets me that a large store with so many resources allows knock-offs on their shelves. Another example is Steve Madden, who can produce some beautiful original designs, but also takes “inspiration” from designers for a lot of his shoes.

Another reason I find knock-offs worthless is because they are so easy to spot. Just a few weeks ago, I saw a girl walking downtown with a “Chanel” handbag. Too bad for her, the C’s were stamped on and the leather was visibly fraying. Obviously not Chanel. If you can’t fool people with it, why buy it?

While I wish I could afford a Chanel bag right now, I would rather wait and save my money than blow it on a knock-off. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but when it comes to ripping off designers, I can find other ways to appreciate their work.

What does everyone else think? Do you buy fake? Why?

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Decisions, Decisions

I received a paycheck today (momentary break for a WHOHOO), but as fun as it is too see my account balance go up a large amount with one entry, now the hard part begins. What do I do with it?

With a steady income this summer and not many steady bills (the joys of being young and living cheap), I really want to focus on spending my money smartly and planning how to use it rather than just heading to the mall and blowing it every payday. Although that can be fun. Can I plan one paycheck for that? Hmm.

So, here are the options for this bi-weekly cash inflow. I think I know how it will go, but if you have any opinions, comment away!

Option #1: Beauty Products
If you haven't surmised from earlier posts, my skin and I are in a constant war against each other. This not only means I need make-up (lots), but I also need very specific kinds of make-up that won't cause a revolution of my pores. For many years I used Benefit products, but then seemingly overnight their concealers and foundations were so oily they might as well have been mixed with gasoline. Since changing, I have gone back to Clinique (from the early days when the most Mom would let me wear was a bit of peachy blush), to grocery store brands, to the latest- M.A.C. I know how everyone raves about M.A.C., but personally, I'm not liking it. It is very cakey, which is fine for nights out on the town, but sort of odd for mornings in the office. For my next round, which I am going to need sooner than later, I'm kicking it up a notch. Here's what I'm looking at:

Chanel Base Lumiere, $42

Chanel Brillance Pur, $45

Chanel Poudre Cristalline, $60

Chanel Correcteur Perfection, $40
Nars Blush in Orgasm, $25

Chanel Le Sourcil De Chanel, $65

Chanel Les 4 Ombres De Chanel, $56
Chanel Le Crayon Kohl, $27


Obviously, I would never get it all at once. But if I could have any make-up bag, that would be it.

Option #2:

Spa day. Or at least a spa half day. I could use a massage and maybe a facial or a mani/pedi, so I'm thinking about making an appointment(s) with my girls over at the Minneapolis LifeSpa. A 60 minute massage along with either a facial or a mani/pedi would probably run me around $200.

Option #3:

Haircut/Dye. I'm going to need a haircut soon, and have been thinking about having my color vamped up again for a while now, so this is a possibility. However, I really want to look fresh for fall, so I might just wait a month on this and have it done then. Cut and color will cost about the same as a spa day, $200.

Option #4:

Save it until Friday and head to GH2's 70 percent off sale! With my check, I should be able to pick up a few pieces, and anything at GH2 is fabulous.

The Decision: I think I shall wait until Friday and head over to GH2. I will check out the sale, see how many things I can't live without and then with (if) any leftover money I will head to the Nordstrom beauty counter for the essentials (foundation, eye shadow and maybe blush). Unfortunately, pampering (spa day and hair care) will have to wait for the end of the month.

Thoughts?

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

How I Could Be Dying and Not Even Know It

That might be a bit dramatic, but I have learned over the past three weeks how true it is. At the start of summer, I realized I've been behind on doctor's appointments, and a few annoying problems I have been having both with my skin and a general bloated feeling finally pushed me to make appointments.

After the first visit to a family doctor about my inflated feelings, I walked out terrified. He became very concerned about my "condition" and even had me make an appointment for an expensive CAT scan, in case blood tests came back indicating I might have swollen organs. Seriously.

So for five days I waited, and waited, and waited some more to hear back about my blood tests. I went in on a Friday, so I understood when I didn't hear anything over the weekend, but by Wednesday I was getting impatient (rightfully so!) and my scan was coming up in two days. Finally, I gave in and called them. Left a message. Then, on Friday, when I wasn't sure what to do about the CAT scan, I got a call back indicating everything was fine, they had no clue what was wrong with me, but I shouldn't worry about it. Really? After all that? And I shouldn't worry about it? Ok. Fine.

Moving on to appointment #2. I was put on an antibiotic to help my acne, and after taking it for a few days I didn't notice any difference except I was dizzy all the time. I thought the medication might have been the cause, but I didn't want to stop taking it and decided to see if it would pass. Three days later, on my back on the couch for 48 hours straight, I decided no one would even get to see my clear skin if I didn't get better. I went off the meds, and immediately returned to my happy-go-lucky Minneapolite ways. I prayed it was just a fluke, and tried them again later that week, but three days later my head was spinning and I gave up. I called the doctor about new medication last week, and just finally heard back today. While not as serious as Doctor #1, it still annoys me that I am sick and not even a doctor will help me! Not even when they and their stupid tests/medications are the cause of my pain and suffering! Ugh.

So now, a new perscription. I'm almost scared to go pick it up. Who knows what will happen to me (or how long it will take a doctor to get back to me when it does!)

Monday, July 13, 2009

Monday Lustings

A long weekend has given way to an even longer Monday, so to pass the time I have been ogling designer sites, lusting after the buttery leather handbags, sky-high heels, and chic accessories. Here is a small sampling of what I've been dreaming about today:

Tory Burch Bombe T Tote, ToryBurch.com, $495


MICHAEL Michael Kors Beverly Satchel, MichaelKors.com, $398


Valentino Nuage Bow Tote, Bergdorf Goodmans, $995
Marc Jacobs "Stam", Bluefly.com, $920
MICHAEL Michael Kors Wainscott Satchel, MichaelKors.com, $398
Marc by Marc Jacobs Large Satchel, Net-A-Porter, $548

Christian Louboutin Lady Page Velvet-Bow Pump, Neiman Marcus, $995



Marc by Marc Jacobs Baby Groovee, Net-A-Porter, $348

Manolo Blahnik Cap Toe Booties, Neiman Marcus, $895
Ray Ban Wayfarers, Net-A-Porter, $140

And that shall conclude the handbag, shoe, and sunglasses porn for the day. I personally will probably pick up the Wayfarers, but as for that $995 Valentino...it might have to wait for another day, another (bigger) paycheck.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Le Rêve

Last night I dreamed in French. While I adore l'français, I have struggled with the language for many years and was shocked upon waking to realize I not only spoke decently in my dream myself, but also understood what my dream cohorts (who were French and speaking very eloquently and quickly) were saying.

I have taken French both in l'école and studied it on my own for the past 8 years. I finally stopped classes during my freshman year of college because past the requirements for language the classes get very difficult and time consuming, especially for someone who isn't getting a degree. Even still, I struggled with giving it up because I felt that after so much study I should have more to show for it than a small vocabulary and almost no ability to coherently speak (reading I can do).

But last night, I was mingling and discussing far beyond any skills I have in real life. And I think I was actually speaking the language, not just a made up dream version that was real in only my head. Maybe my dream skills will translate into waking life. Lucky for me, I can try out my ability this weekend at Bastille Day!

Is anyone else attending? If you see a girl struggling to be chic and telling everyone, "But this worked in my dreams," then my cover might be blown.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

STYLEDLIFE Throws Party That's Well...Stylish

Tonight I was lucky enough to be invited to STYLEDLIFE's Vintage Glam Private Sale. Although I am on shopping hiatus after my Cliche spree this weekend, I stopped by to say hello to the fabulous owner/founder Kevin (who was rocking an awesome pair of 1970's (my guess) shoes!), sip on champagne, and eat. What can I say, free cheese and crackers, I'm there.

Not to mention the LOADS of fabulous vintage accessories. Kevin and his team scour the nation all year long for the pieces, so you know it's got to be good. I loved a blue and red scarf, made in Paris, but my still-pained check card just wouldn't let me swipe it. Oh well.

The sale continues through the end of July, so stop in if you weren't able to score an invite. I might have to make another trip, when my wallet has been replenished. :)

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

A Congressional Encounter

In honor today of Minnesota's second Senator (finally), I have decided to recount (pun intended) my first and only meeting with the junior Senator Franken. While brief, it was memorable.

Last summer, while working for a small rural newspaper, I was asked to sit in on an interview with the then-plain-Mr. Franken and take pictures. He was stopping through for some reason or another, and offered to talk with us. My editor thought it would be fun for me to sit in and listen, and also take some of the pressure off the reporter writing the story by letting her focus on her questions and note-taking while I snapped away candid shots (or as candid as you can be in a conference room). I was excited to get to meet him and sit in on what would no doubt be an interesting conversation.

As a disclaimer, the following impressions come from a purely journalistic and professional perspective, not a political or personal one. The reason I say that is because the whole experience was terribly strange.

First, I introduced myself and informed him and his handler I would be taking pictures while he was answering questions. He said that was fine, and then mispronounced my name. My name is two syllables, fairly common, not hard to pronounce, so I was a little taken aback. I corrected him, so he apologized, again mispronouncing my name. I was going to let it go, but the look of shock on my face (I promise, no one has ever mispronounced my name, first or last) led his handler to pronounce my name to him again. He looked at her, questioned my name, getting it wrong again, and then finally, after another correction from the handler, got it right. Well. Now that we've got the names down, let's start the interview.

To give him some credit, he was a very interesting person. When the reporter could get him off the subject of badgering Norm (we didn't want to have to call the Coleman camp for a response on this piece), he had some insightful thoughts and clearly laid out his plans for office. When it came to picture-taking, well, that was more of a task. The first picture he stopped what he was saying to look directly at the camera and smile. I excused it, and politley told him I was taking candid shots and he should pretend like I wasn't there. In the end, the first picture was the only decent one I could get. The camera must have made him very uncomfortable, because with every click he shifted in his chair and got a disturbed look on his face. Even kind of creepy.

Finally, the interview was over. The reporter and I showed him out of the office, and while walking to the door Mr. Franken proceeded to put his arm around me in a sort of "half-hug" that I was shocked to receive. It was very uncomfortable, even the reporter did a double-take. Maybe he was trying to apologize, maybe he thought a hug would get him a vote, but either way, it lacked professionalism and created an awkward situation. Thankfully, he soon walked out the door.

And so, although I didn't know it at the time, that was my first, only, and probably last encounter with the former-comic-turned-Senator. Short, but not so sweet.