Those Michael Kors watches are as ubiquitous in Manhattan as Marc Jacobs bowling bags, Louis Vuitton totes, Mulberry satchels, Ray Ban aviator glasses, Hunter rain boots, Tory Burch ballet flats, etc...I'm ashamed at what a copycat I've turned into myself with my Hunter rain boots and Marc Jacobs purse, but I have to admit I love those dang watches. Every time I see a watch that I admire upon closer inspection it turns out to be a Michael Kors. And then I saw this photo
on the Sartorialist last week and I wanted one more than ever...
I don't actually know if that's a Michael Kors, since the Sartorialist is more about a feeling than an advertisement but in my experience those admirable thick gold watches always turn out to be. And I already have that Hermes bracelet, although I think mine's a knockoff. I got it at a vintage store in the East Village for only twenty dollars and I suppose there's an outside chance it's real... Anyway I took it as a sign it was time to finally buy myself a watch! I've been wearing my boyfriend's Skagen watch for ages. I get loads of compliments on it...but so does he, poor fellow! I began to look around online and found this watch on sale for not too bad a price-- about $150-- and minus all the trendy Michael Kors compass things on the more expensive models, which, honestly, I think I'd get sick of after a while. Or would surely find confusing at any rate.
I'll post some pictures of me wearing it very soon! I have to get some of the links removed (if I decide to keep it), but I think it's the perfect "men's" watch. What do you think??
P.S. I've already moved on from lusting after a Michael Kors watch to lusting after these shoes this beautiful girl is wearing in what I think is Thompkin's square park... That's the problem with being a shopaholic. It makes you a bit like that poor fellow out of Greek mythology-- Phineas I think his name was and he had the gift of prophecy. The legend goes that Zeus punished him for revealing too much by blinding him and setting before a glorious feast every day that harpies stole before he could ever eat a single bite...
That's sort of what it feels like to be a shopaholic I reckon. You're never satisfied... but at least I recognize it! That's half the battle! No? And for now... who cares? I'm just looking, right??? As (one of my ex) boyfriend's said: "It's okay to look?" I love how the neutral color of her shoes makes her legs look miles long...Too bad she's wearing fur though :( I do wear really old vintage furs, but that looks like a brandnew expensive one. That is ONE ubiquitous trend I will NEVER fold to. Fur has suddenly become massively fashionable, and it's WRONG. In fact I was just offered a job modeling for a fur company and I did think about it first. Then I checked out their site. They offered mink capes in brown, purple or LIME GREEN. There's just something horrible about taking a beautiful, living creature and turning it into a lime green cape. Anyway I turned the job down (although they keep calling and calling). It's for tomorrow and I could really use the money... but no! You can't sell everything about yourself and still like yourself tremendously and invite yourself to cups of tea and novel-reading time. Is my homely advice to me any