Rachel Zoe

I've been reading about Rachel Zoe everywhere. For those of you who don't know her, she's apparently THE stylist of the moment in Hollywood. Says Nicole Richie, Lindsay Lohan and Mischa Barton, Rachel Zoe's 'girls', as she calls her clients. She's responsible for Nicole Richie's transformation from shabby to shabby chic. I admit, I love Nicole's fashion sense now. Lindsay's is okay, though still a bit too artificial and plastic for me. Mischa's, errr, I'll decide when her hits outdo her misses.

Some (obviously bitter) critics are saying that Rachel has created mini clones of herself through these 'girls'. And what are the ingredients needed for this formula? A lot of vintage and branded clothes, bohemian/artsy accessories, tanned (or preferrably bronzed) complexion, and a waif-like body to pull the whole look off.

Anyway, I LOVE her aesthetics (not particularly her style). The word 'wordly' comes to mind. As if it's traveled from the shores of Greece to the banks of India. Like Kate Moss cross breeding with Kimora Lee, or Princess Di joining forces with Prince. It's inspired by the world (much like Dash!).

The strange thing is, when I found pictures of the woman herself, she didn't look particularly stunning. I found her style to be too flashy. Plus, she looks so frail and saggy, and what's up with those wrinkles? She's 33 years old. Scary.

Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

So I've revived this blog and turned it into a Style Diary for Dash. I'm kind of excited to have a diary again, except in this case, it's going to be all about fashion, and I'm actually writing in it for the whole world to see (gone are the days when I had to write in codes and put a lock in it).

Speaking of days gone by, I suddenly got into thinking how I ended up here, in this very moment, writing this particular blog. I didn't think I'd be so much into fashion. It's always been something I've had on the side but I never considered it as a profession. But here I am managing an online fashion store, keeping a style diary, and, hopefully, having a fashion column in a magazine. But this can't possibly be a career? Surely I'm destined for something else, like museums? I am, after all, taking an M.A. on Museum Studies. Even that was unexpected because I graduated with a Film degree back in college. You're probably thinking, why didn't I just take up fashion in school and be done with it? Well, if I did, I probably wouldn't be here.

So, how did I end up here? I guess the answer is in the very question. Fashion. There's really no profound explanation for it. Fashion is a natural part of living in the social world, unless one deliberately resists it. It and I have a very special relationship. I know it's always going to be there, breathing with me, changing with me. I love it but I don't obsess over it. I live it but I don't depend on it (the answer as to why I didn't take it up in school). And now I'm here because it makes me happy when I share it with others. It gives me joy just writing about it. It keeps me company when I run out of things to do. Enjoy!

Sincerely,
Lai