Chanel and the Mean Reds

Last week, I had the mean reds, so Puddinn’ and I went and bought red lipsticks. It worked.

Also: best red lipstick I’ve discovered.

Chanel Rouge Coco 36 Lune Russe, $32 at Nordstrom in Scottsdale — where you should see Suzanne, because she will also tell you about the best place to go dancing in Phoenix. And you get to bring home a Chanel box, however tiny, which shouldn’t make me as pleased as it does.

I also caved to all the breathless reviews and picked up Chanel Inimitable Intense Mascara — oh, my. I’ve had three girlfriends ask me what I’ve just had done. (MASCARA, people!) This stuff will put you in false eyelashes territory. $30.

Then, we stopped into Ann Taylor, where there’s a colorblocking moment that I’m really into. This topis on my wishlist now — I need it to match my lipstick. $78.

P.S. I’m going all mean reds about Liz Earls, a mom who seized power and spent a year, um, dating younger men, photographing their after hours activites — and then made an R-rated coffee table book out of her adventures. The big, buzzy book is called “Days of the Cougar.”  I’m all for seizing power and seeking adventure, but that title makes me crazy. This woman isn’t yet 40. I am 34.

Dear Liz Earls: are you calling me a CUB?

I object to the whole cougar lexicon and am henceforth refusing to say that word in reference to a woman ever again. It’s insulting, and a 40-year-old single man who looks good while looking for love isn’t called anything but a catch.

Join me on my crusade?

By |2011-08-18T15:59:55-07:00August 18th, 2011|Style|0 Comments

Fantasy on Ice: Chanel

Snow — everywhere but here, it seems. Yesterday I dug out my ski pants and put them on. They are horrifying. Why, I wondered, must we all brave the slopes looking like burnt marshmallows when we know that ski pants can be made trim and chic? I’ve seen the Olympics. Instead, I feel that if someone pushed me over, and I rolled down the hill, I’d be wearing so much padding that it’s possible I wouldn’t feel a thing.

And then, when I went to an online ski shop to find non-horrifying pants, I discovered that they cost $300 and up, which is awesome, considering I wear them for four hours every 4.5 years. (Please explain: puffy ski pants have more fabric, shouldn’t THEY be the expensive ones?)

And then I think about Chanel, which just opened a mountaintop pop-up store at Courchevel, a French ski resort, according to  Elle UK.

This is how Karl Lagerfeld thinks we should look when we ski, and I think Karl Lagerfeld should call the people who make ski pants for the rest of us.

(They do, of course, make Chanel skis — I want them as decorations, because they are not worthy of the bunny hill, where I belong.)

There are also Chanel ski boots, which would coordinate  excellently should you happen to have the above Chanel pearl belt to wear over your skinny ski pants. (I suppose the belt might prove useful, should you break your leg on the slopes and need to fashion a makeshift sling.)

These 1994 lovelies live at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, where they are studied, I suppose, as fashion and cultural phenomena.

P.S.  This is how Chanel does Christmas trees – an idea far superior, of course, to any I’ve tried.

 

Note to self: next year, make giant paper doily Christmas trees.

(From Anjoyplanet on Flickr, as seen on Black Eiffel.)

By |2010-12-28T11:49:46-07:00December 28th, 2010|Style|0 Comments
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