This is what Justin Bieber wore at last night's MuchMusic Video Awards. He's wearing a Dolce & Gabbana blazer and, um, Kelly Kapowski underneath. Which makes me feel old. Because the Biebs is obviously too young to ever have watched Saved By the Bell when it was on the air and now he's appropriating it as some kind of ironic statement. To quote Jessie Spano, "I'm so scared!" But anything to raise awareness of the awesomeness that was SBTB I suppose.
Tyra (it's just Tyra now) rang the opening bell at the NYSE this morning to promote her new site, TypeF.com. Is she wearing dance tights? Well, the f
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I was never a big fan of "designer" sunglasses. But that was before wayfarers suddenly looked fresh again. And Linda Farrow began reissuing vintage classics, as well as teaming up with new, exciting designers like The Row and Alexander Wang. And before I really learned to appreciate Persols. And Supers. And oh, long before Karen Walker. These days, I'm pretty much a sunglasses whore. I love them. I match them to my outfits. I don't own as many pairs as I'd like to, and right now I really, really need a pair of big, black cat eyes. But after my most recent purchase--more than I've ever spent on sunnies--I'm feeling a bit anxious. The glasses--as stylish, chic, and lovely as they are--offer no protection. Well, at least they don't feel like they do. I walk outside and I need to squint behind my sunglasses. I walk inside and I have no need to take them off--I can see perfectly. This is where my practical side comes in. Why, if these are 50 times more expensive than the pair I bought H&M, do my cheapo sunnies feel like they're working harder?