Ruinous fashion and cheery eccentrics

My natural proclivities towards quirky fashion and strange accessories is definitely coming back.  I've got to meet a new meet-ee in a cafe tomorrow, so I've decided to go to Paul's bakery and get myself a nice table upstairs where I can sit and write a bit before meeting him and read the copy of Harper's Bazaar that I shouldn't have bought because imported magazines will ruin me but I HAD to give myself a break after months of this miserable scrimping and scraping.   I wore pearls today, to make up for wearing boring trousers and a black vest top because I just had to have a tiny show of effort and, goddammit, fun.

I had to walk past the crazy Russian fashion-house of a shop on Vaclavák earlier and I'm now longing for one of their silly, sequinned sparkly bags.  They had pink ones and turquoise ones and green ones....  But I cannot afford such fripperies right now.  And who knows when I will, as meet-ees are dropping like flies (not dying, just cancelling meetings) and I am so low on funds I STILL don't know how I'm going to pay the rent in 5 day's time...

But in the meantime, I shall just have to amuse myself with old copies of magazines and the new ellicit one I got today and hope that I can just enjoy seeing the nice things I'll never be able to afford.  What if seeing was 9 tenths possession...?  That would be good in this context alone perhaps.  Maybe one day in the future, all shopping will be done that way - you take a look at a magazine and the things you look at longest will pop up in a holographic image infront of you with the price on and a link to type in your credit card details...

So I looked through the magazine last night while having a luxurious bath after aerobics and I was rather pleased to note a few amusing things.  First of all, the terrible fashions that just look stupid, such as the orange slices earrings and the tablecloth/tapestry top that looks like someone just ripped it from off the wall and stuck it on a T-shirt.  I could do better than that.

Then there was a delightful picture of Uma Thurman looking lovely in a white dress with a splash of colour from her earrings:

And then there were the true eccentrics from the ballet-inspired runway weirdness and old lady colour clash couture, to the inimitable Bill Murray who seemed to be plonked into this photo shoot looking silly but utterly sweet and funny nonetheless.

The proper fashion pages filled with pictures of Kate Moss were positively boring and repetitive in comparison.