Rowing Along Akimbo

Oh hi. It's me, Ashley Olsen's rear cleavage clad in ivory.

What a view. Do you like my showstopping dress by The Row? I had it made by a very special someone named MK who spent hours toiling with her tiny goblin hands glued to a sewing machine. To make sure this drape fell low but not TOO low. Just enough to hide the buttocks. It's perfect like my train, long but not dragging along. What about my hair? Simple, controlled, understated, impossibly elegant. And that trademark smirk? Looking great with a smokey eye. Excuse me while I sit myself down for dinner: a bottle of champagne and a deep, deep inhale.

Belvedere Akimbo // Zipped Up

Last night AnA braved the storm of Fashion Week and survived, thanks to one gal pal in the know and another skinny minnie accessorized flawlessly with what I call a SCARF. The evening started at the Belvedere IX Launch Party, which in all its Fabu-Français can be summized with this photograph:

She ain't no diva! Unclench that jaw! Fur and free cocktails! Sadly AnA had to ditch MK (so good to see you!) to catch the Laura Dawson show, which was hosted by the busy people at the Red Bull Space in SoHo. After hobbling our way over cobblestones in our sky-high Laboutins, we took in the small collection of jersey dresses and on-trend drop-crotch looks bedazzled/maimed with sequins and, sadly, zippers.

Isn't it unfortunate when the work of some is compared to the mastery of others? Anywho, hope to see you tonight at Patrik Rzepski... where if his work is anything like last Fall we'll be treated to a great collection of bondage and goth unisex leggings.