Archive for October 2013
Happy Birthday, Dylan McDermott or Dermot Mulroney
Dylan McDermott or Dermot Mulroney
Happy birthday, Dylan McDermott or Dermot Mulroney. Wait a minute! Didn’t we just do this five days ago?
Expand Your Fashion Vocabulary #76
North Beach Leather was founded by Michael Hoban and Frank Morgan in the sixties as a leather goods store in Los Angeles, eventually moving to San Francisco’s North Beach. Capitalizing upon his popularity as a “celebrity designer,” Hoban would become a fashion star of the late-eighties with his ubiquitous advertisements in all major fashion magazines.
As the over-the-top eighties morphed into the pared-down nineties, the fortunes of the company began to decline, and the company was bankrupt by 2002.
Today, Hoban’s influence can be seen on the runways of Christopher Kane and Balmain, although his greatest work — his costumes for stars such as Elton John, Elvis and Tom Jones — has yet to be referenced by contemporary designers. Like Nudie Cohn, Hoban created “West Coast Couture” through the sixties and seventies, and when his vintage styles are inevitably revived, the fashion world will likely hold him in high regard. At the moment, however, the name “North Beach Leather” is synonymous with the hard-edged excess of the late-eighties and early-nineties.
Happy Birthday, Gretchen Rossi
Happy birthday, Gretchen Rossi. I read that you’re launching a new handbag line. How about designing an uncomely sack of weathered old hides in a hideous orange color? You can call it the Vicki . . .
Happy Birthday, Dan Castellaneta
Happy birthday, Dan Castellaneta. I wonder what it’s like to be the voice of Homer Simpson? I’d ask my friend Rusty but he’s too busy trying to be Homer Simpson’s body double . . .
Happy Birthday, Sheryl Underwood
Happy birthday, Sheryl Underwood. Julie Chen and ” The Price is Right“? Girl, you’re living my dream!
Happy Birthday, Nanette Fabray
Happy birthday, Nanette Fabray. This photo reminds me that I was supposed to be making it my mission to bring bonnets back into style . . .
Why did I come back?
Well, I’m back from Las Vegas and ready to blog again. It took me a couple of days to get around to writing this post because I was so sleep-deprived. I normally have a difficult time laying in bed in Vegas because it’s so exciting to be there, but by the second or third day I’m so tired that I just don’t get out of bed until I’m ready to get out of bed. That didn’t happen this trip. The sweet siren song of the slot machines kept calling me back to the casino floor.
Anyway, it was a lot of fun. I didn’t make it to the Crystals (at least not during operating hours, although I did stumble through the luxurious mall at about 2:00 AM one morning), but I did go to the Forum Shops and Via Bellagio. My Chinese astrologer, Mr. Wang, told me that I should carry a lucky red wallet and I found one at Bally. I also bought a T-shirt at the MGM Grand with a four-leaf clover logo. On my last trip I wore a Year of the Snake amulet as recommended by another astrologer. It seems as if I’m surrounding myself with lucky charms lately. I don’t really know if my luck has gotten much better as a result, but I can say that it hasn’t gotten any worse — I’d notice that!
Is it strange that I feel compelled to continue in this manner? I’ve already begun planning my next trip according to Feng Shui. My lucky direction is supposed to be south so I’ve decided to stay at Mandalay Bay again because it’s the most-southerly major resort on the Las Vegas Strip. The last time I stayed there I was in room #3333. I took that as a lucky sign, but it wasn’t lucky at all. Still, I wasn’t carrying a red wallet, a four-leaf clover, a lucky snake amulet or anything else that would have made fortune smile upon me. And what was I thinking with all those threes? Three has never been my lucky number! Eight is good, and eleven, too. Seventeen always brings me luck. I also like thirty-five and forty-four . . .
But I digress! I also meant to get to the Premium Outlets North, but I didn’t make it there. Next time I’ll make a point of going. It’s a nice place, with outlets that include Salvatore Ferragamo, Hugo Boss, Etro and Armani. I chose to visit the South outlets this time because I had never been to Saks Off Fifth, but the selection was a little lowbrow for a broad like me.
Oh well! I’ll get there again. In fact, I’ve already picked the dates. Now I just need to punch them into my astrology program to see if they’re lucky . . .
Happy Birthday, Dylan McDermott or Dermot Mulroney
Happy birthday, Dylan McDermott or Dermot Mulroney — I’m still not sure which one is which . . .
I have my priorities . . .
. . . and that’s why I won’t be blogging for a few days. Instead, I’ll be basking in the neon glow of fabulous Las Vegas! Catch you later!
Happy Birthday, Peter Max
Happy birthday, Peter Max. You’re lucky to achieved success before someone in porn had the chance to appropriate your name . . .
Auntie Fashion 
