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It is Friday! Pardon my weeklong absence, dear readers. I’ve missed you!

We are upon a three-day holiday weekend, which is wonderful because I’ve scarcely had time enough to recover from the last.

Last night M & I celebrated five years, to the day, of the exact night that we met, with French 75s and premature Valentine’s Day candies.

Yesterday morning I woke up (late, of course, bangs sticking straight up, shuffling sleepily from the bedroom to the french press and my – well, M’s – laptop) to a world without Lee Alexander McQueen, a true genius, a would-be visionary, a brilliant legend. Ever the late bloomer, I explained to a dear friend that it wasn’t until it dawned on me that I was a lesbian, at long last in my very early twenties, when I truly became interested in fashion. Not in any deliberate, studied way, at least not that I can remember. So it’s really just the last decade or so that I have lived with this heightened sense of it all, the awe and skepticism and obscurity and blatantness.

It is more than enough time to recognize that the man was really and truly something else. It’s not fair to lose that mind and all the incredible, staggering, in-your-face beauty it produced. Loving what he made often required you to bend and twist your mind in ways other designers haven’t and won’t, and I’ll miss it all dearly.

You were beautiful and terrible, McQueen.

Y’all love hard on Sunday, you hear?!?!

Because I said so.

PS. Silly me. The ring is also Laundry by Shelli Segal and the gloves are vintage.

When: Monday, Dec. 1, 2008.

What: This is my favorite blue top by Kenneth Cole, with a thrifted burgundy belt and my favorite vintage scarf, paired with the same Laundry trousers from yesterday. The little comfy black velvet flats are by Scoop NYC.

Scent: Amarige de Givenchy. I’ve worn this scent for years because it is austere and very lovely. It is romantic, but not naive. It is a scent that almost reinforces my unattainability, which is probably a strange thing to say, but I like it.

I will never forget walking up to the counter at the faggiest Sephora in SF in 2003, I think it was, plunking down this and Chanel No. 5 for purchase and getting a sky-high raised eyebrow from the catty cashier, who felt the need to note how “mature” both scents were for someone as young as myself. (To him I say: Douche, what the fuck do you know?)

The staying power is so-so; I can barely detect it 6 hrs. after application. The notes as follows: Neroli, Rosewood, Violet Leaves, Citrus Notes, Gardenia, Mimosa, Melon, Peach, Plum, Cashmereon Wood, Tonka Bean, Vanilla.

Confession: My hairdo! It’s so pretty! I’ve never done it like this before, it was a total my-hair-is-wet-out-of-the-shower-but-I-have-to-go-to-brunch thing, a fluke!

I just braided it to one side, and twisted it up and around back, and clipped it into place with some locking bobby pins! As it dried, little pieces fell out of place and made it messier and come-hitherer.

Try it!

PS. Here are the creepy little avatars that I made for M & I. HA!