So this is what coveting feels like.

When I first tore through my January Vogue a few weeks ago, I spotted several of the beautiful Prada shoes that I fell for during the Spring runway show in a spread called, "Brief Encounters."

Now, I can't seem to get them off my mind. (I also rather like the blue Prada suit that Grace paired with the red woven shoes. Gold star!) It's as though Miuccia Prada and Grace Coddington have implanted something in my brain. Can I also say, that Daria Werbowy is also driving one of my all time favorite cars? Gee whiz, color me jealous.

I am also coveting the Kate Spade jacket I saw first on Glee many moons ago, which Shop it To Me has informed me is now under $400. What a steal. ;)

Shame on you, Vogue.

My September issue had been sitting in its plastic wrapping waiting patiently to be opened for a few days. When I finally did tear it open and sit down for a quick flip through and I got to page 668 in the article about Charlotte Casiraghi, I found an appalling mistake.

In writing about Charlotte's grandparent's - Princess Grace and Prince Ranier - wedding, Mario Testino wrote that "The groom wore a sword, the bride a high-necked froth of lace made by Edith Head, who costumed her movies" which would be a fine, if not flowery sentence if it were true. Grace Kelly's dress was designed by Helen Rose, who also costumed her movies. Edith Head was at Paramount and Grace had a seven year contract at MGM, but was frequently lent out to other studios. As part of MGM's deal to let Grace break her contract and leave Hollywood for Monaco, they insisted that Helen Rose, MGM's Edith Head, would make both her civil and religious ceremony wedding dresses.

(I was able to see this dress at the Victoria & Albert this spring and it is beyond gorgeous in real life.)

My main problem with this sort of blatant error in Vogue is, you call yourself reputable, this would have been remedied simple fact checking. And, what about the times when a subject is less well known to me and you have this sort of error. I might believe you, and then be absolutely wrong myself. Wow, Ms. Wintour, Mr. Testino, I expected more.

Magnificent Obsession

Last week I watched a movie called "The Magnificent Obsession" starring Rock Hudson and the intolerable Aunt Polly - er, Jane Wyman. Let's just say this movie does not hold up after 55 years. Netflix told me I would like it four stars worth; I liked it one star worth. But, the delight of the movie comes in making fun of it a la MST3K. For example, after Jane Wyman goes blind because she was hit by a car (?) she tells her nurse that she "won't see" Rock Hudson. Come on writers. Really? She's blind. Of course she won't see him. But I digress. I remembered that in the July Vogue, there is a gorgeous, gorgeous spread called, "Magnificent Obsession" with Ewan McGregor and Natalia Vodianova - who is just about my favorite model these days, and it is styled by the amazing Grace Coddington, whom I've long admired, but adore to pieces after seeing The September Issue.

It is about an idyllic 1950s couple with impeccable taste. The wife meets a James Dean lookalike and next thing we know, she's emptying the contents of the safe deposit box into her Birkin.

And, I kind of love that Vogue doesn't mention the Birkin in their product credits, I suppose the assume everyone who reads Vogue knows Hermes. The whole lush story is at vogue.com.

Fashion! Turn to the left. Fashion! Turn to the right. We are the goon squad and we're coming to town. Beep beep! Beep beep!

After getting my Vogue in the mail today, I did my initial read-through, which is a page by page glance through to look at all of the pretty pictures, and will occasionally include reading an article or two, depending on the subject. This month's best dressed list was a culmination of the decade's best, and it included an invitation to voice opinions via votes on our favorite looks.

I have an elaborate filing system in place to house magazine clippings, sketches, what have you, of things that inspire me. A quick glance through that would tell you I have very specific ideas about colors, patterns and lines of clothing. When vogue.com showed me my picks for the best dressed of the decade, I decided that I am INSANELY BORING.

But, I was only torn on a couple of years. I could have easily picked Queen Rania or Jennifer Lopez in 2001, or SJP in 2003, or Alexa Chung for 2009, but that doesn't really open up the pallet. Like at all. I'm over it.

And now, on to Who What Wear. I have to say, I've gotten their emails for about two years, and I like them less and less every day - their style is way too California-trendy-trash for my taste. I don't think I'm their target demographic. I keep subscribing because every now and again they have cute Kayleen McAdams on to teach me how to rock gold eyeliner, or what have you, and sometimes they have cute clothes. Like in their December Editorial that they sent out last week, they featured a Katy Rodriguez dress that I'm pretty much in love with, despite their attempt to flog it to death with over-styling, ahem, heinous puffy coat, I am talking to you.

Well, that makes sense.

Although I've never read or viewed anything of the Harry Potter empire, I've fallen in love with Emma Watson's wardrobe choices whilst promoting the latest one which all inhabitants of earth have presumably seen by now.



A few days ago, reading Harper's, I discovered that Miss Watson's stylist is none other than my old friend Caroline Sieber. And by old friend I just mean I really like her outfit choices and a few months ago when she was Vogue's It Girl I tore it out to remember how much I love her rockin' the Prada.



And, before I get hated upon, one of these days I'll read and watch all of the HPs...it's just not high on my to read list.