So, while I'm enraptured with the sartorial bliss, and, equally delicious mayhem, that is NY Fash week, especially for the Spring Collection;1,2 other events are, apparently, taking place.
You'd think we all know better than to schedule events during Fashion week!! And although, it is one of my beloved designers—one through whom I'd be made whole simply by grazing the intricately sewn hem of his custom-made jacket—Mr. Roberto Cavalli, I just can't excuse this behavior!! (Mr Cavalli or his people do not even know I breathe, so I can say whatever I please. If I ever met him or one in his posse, I'd be back on here to erase this so fast, just in case he ever deigns me worthy of an outfit. Aahh... delusions of life with some of the greatest designers on the planet. See why my life is fab—I live in my own world and you can't tell me jack!!)
Anyway, I was on style.com, when I saw the pic of Mr. Cavalli and Mary J Blige. Thinking the man who's turned snakes into iconic fashionable images may have attended Fashion
Sucks Rocks3, I clicked the picture to see the story, but it turned out to be a scoop on his Just Cavalli flagship store opened on Friday on Fifth Ave. (See, I'd totally have missed the news, there's nothing going on but Fashweek!!) And, I just keep kicking myself that I'm not in NY this weekend, if only to be the hanger-on of a fashionably gay groupie!! To say I'm ecstatic about the store opening would be an understatement. Mr Cavalli designs beautifully bold clothes that fit women's bodies perfectly!! Let me relay an anecdote of my last manic must-get-it-or-die Just Cavalli dress...
Still surrounded by the grad students social circle, and needing to succumb to the pressure to be able to say I've been on one; I was slightly anticipating my first ever (and last) frat booze cruise last April??? ('Twas fun, but like I've decided, if it's not a privately-owned boat for a max 20 people, then I'm definitely not on it!!)
Anyway, naturally, I knew this cruise was happening way back when, but I left it until about a week before to think of what I'd be wearing. I looked everywhere and I just wasn't captivated by anything. Well, that is, with the exception of a particular dress, by Roberto Cavalli for his less expensive "Just Cavalli" line. Still the dress was a pretty penny, and I was hesitant about getting it. (Please save your sarcastic comments about my shopping habits.) Love you still. I asked one or two non-judgemental friends who turned out just the opp, judgmental, haha—they're still the bestest—they agreed the dress was lovely, but... Yeah whatever. My id was two light years ahead, I was getting that dress and my consciousness just needed catch up.
Now the only two stores that had the soon-to-be-mine, divine dress were Neiman's and Eluxe and not unexpected, they were out of my size. So plan B: I called the R. Cavalli store in NY after finding the number on the webbie. It was later in the evening; they were closed. No problem—I'd call the next morning. A surprisingly nice voice tinkles at the other end of the line when I call the following day; that is until I describe my dilemma: I am actually looking for a Just Cavalli dress. The repressed, but well-honed NY-er sales gyrl voice surfaces and promptly clues me in to the fact that the salon is for R. Cavalli only.4 My heart raced, then I think it paused for a quick nanosecond. For the umpteenth time I wondered how some designers could afford not to put every single design of theirs in NY, and even more importantly, why they were not embracing the wonderful world of the internet shopping.5
I resigned myself to not going on the cruise.
Yes, it can get that serious!!
Back to plan A. I'd just have to get the size 6 (42), the smallest size available on Eluxe, have it expressed and to my tailor ASAP. (The only size at Neiman's was a 10.) It would have been nice to have my size, but oh well... I place my order... A couple hours afterward, I'm on Neiman's—pleasurable distraction, you know—clicked down the size and there's a size 36 aka 0!! Unbelievable. Umm.. yes, I placed that order with lightning speed and then called up Eluxe to cancel the other order. [Say "other order" really fast!! I'm genius, making up tongue twisters.] Oooh my love affairs with clothes. And, I sure as hugs and kisses wore that dress. Quite well, I hope. *bashful smile*
So you see...
p.s. Well, I guess, I should put up the dress, huh?? (I didn't take a full-length standing pic, it seems; don't think I ever do.) I hope my lovely luvluv doesn't mind being in the pic as well. Kisses. Avec beaucoup de cerises on top.
1. Spring collection fash week is always a Godsend, coming aptly when I'm doing my best to avoid the darkness that's taking over the stores for winter.
2. In addition, it's still warm enough to be clad in near-nothing while making the party rounds because it's oh so not Feb!!
3. I, not-so-much-watched, but anticipated a climax throughout the show; musically and especially fashion-wise. It never came. Very disappointing. The dualism in the preceding statement has not escaped me, I'm just ignoring it. Haha.
4. Why do many NY sales-people fail to realise that they are simply sales-people for crying out loud!!
5. If you've been in the Loubou stores in NY, you'll find that they pride themselves on using a pen and paper to scribble down your invoice/receipt; Lord forbid they use a scientific calculator to add up your items or calculate your sales tax!! I love Loubous, and there's this sales man (at the Madison store) whom I love and who loves me back for my "impeccable manners and home training," he said, but writing my invoice in one of those booklet things with the duplicate sheet is sooo 3rd century. Not cute.