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CONFESSION: Check-out at Hotel Vertigo. Super dreamy lobby. You can read more about it here, if you’d like. We are up and at ‘em on approximately 4-5 hrs. of sleep and absolutely pining for donuts and coffee. We weren’t sure how nightmarish the Love Parade malarkey would be, so we just dashed out of there right before noon and headed to our favorite Noe Valley donut shop. They have Peerless coffee there! A plus. Let’s see if you can guess what I’m thinking as I gaze fondly down upon that polished, gorgeous hunk of wood.

CONFESSION: It was so Fall on this day! Monday, to be exact. I used to loathe the grey + ivory combination, but I am for it this season, especially if you swap the predictable dash of mustard with a nice, predictable and lush rose instead. Ideally, in some sort of ridiculously lavish, ruffled suede. Mm. I guess I’m sort of a moron for not throwing on my pink posie Tulle coat on over this. Next time!

CONFESSION: We discovered that M hates shooting at night and Halloween today. I know, right? OK, so night shooting is HARD and a pain in the ass, but hating Halloween? I think I should remind her about candy corn and slutty costumes bonding with loved ones in a creepy way. In any case, I can’t let her hate Halloween until we’ve dressed up as Moroccan Tranny Patsy and Edina first. It’s our dream! I had fun on the night shoot; we explored the creepy alley across the street and I pretended to be scary and chased kittens around.

NOTE: I gave y’all a three-for-one because even though they were different pairs of jeans, they were still jeans. Never fear (esp. not you, H), I had heels on in both of the above and a brand spankin’ new pair of hella fierce Betsey Johnson tights that are dying to debut themselves.

QUERY: An extremely lovely and devoted reader recently wondered if I might do a Q & A here at FFAF, and you know what I thought? I thought I would, if you’d like. Feel free to send burning questions to fitforafemme@gmail.com and I’ll answer enthusiastically and in bulk to the best of my ability!

CONFESSION: Fall arrived in head-to-toe drag queen regalia in San Francisco in the wee hours of the morning yesterday, loud and brassy and thunderous and with all the sky’s gaudy sequins refracting through myriad bedroom windows. It was fan-fucking-tastic. Really splendid. Of course, M & I slept through most of it, or shall I say we experienced it from the comfort of our bed, but storms like that are really rare here, so I loved it. M said that it sounded a lot like an earthquake, and she kept waiting for the shaking to start! The rain that came was far less impressive, in fact, that part was more like walking around the Mission drenched in a vat of the appropriate CB I Hate Perfume scent. Lovely. Hope y’all had lovely weekends.

PS. There was a video, but I cannot for the life of me figure out M’s flip thing. You’ll just have to wait. Also? It’s offensive.

PPS. There is NO confession, because these photos are MORE than enough, kittens.

Confession: Sandwiched between the Berkeley Public Library on Shattuck and our parking garage for the evening’s events was this wall of art. I think it belonged to new condos hidden behind it. Twilight had just sighed goodnight for the evening and the wall looked especially enchanting and creepy, like a playful wink to Gaudi. Despite the terrible up-lighting for portraits, it was great for bringing the colors alive and for making terrible shadows! I also found some lovely flowers and embedded seashells and danced around for M. Thus, it become the background for an unplanned FFAF post.

Here we are at a celebratory newlywed dinner for our friends, and M bears the wedding gift in the elevator:

When: Sunday, Jan. 11th, 2008.

What: BCBG Max Azria floaty chiffon dress with vintage sequin cummerbund. Sequin headband from Target, faux-garter stockings by Leg Avenue by way of Madame S, leather boots by Lamica. M’s satin bowtie for a bracelet.

Scent: Fifi Chachnil Perfume Water. Described as the ultimate “pin-up” perfume, this is “an oriental scent and has notes of coriander, mandarin, rose, lily of the valley, amber, and tobacco.” It begins powdery and soft, but wanton – like a heavily lined wink from Brigitte Bardot, complete with perfectly pursed lips. Pure sex kitten. After it’s had a bit to settle down it unfurls into a smoky, subdued afterglow. I love it. It’s one of the most saucy, delightful things I think I’ve reviewed here. Which is maybe why I got a little fresh and flashed some leg up there! Oh, well.

Confession: The puppy, whose names are: Conor, Conman, Connie, puppy, Birdie and Yorkie – now has a new nickname. It is Bot-Bot. He stops whatever he’s doing, just freezes and then stares at us with wide, wide eyes. Speaking of the very, very nervous, my second-to-last photo is a little shout out to ANTM’s Marjorie from cycle whatever, you know, with the hunch action:

Oh, and I got fancy for the Golden Globes for no reason, not really, but it was fun to engineer a new updo.

FINALLY! The low-down on our crispy September wedding wardrobe.

When: Monday, Sept. 15th, 2008.

Femme What: Sully Bonnelly gown. Silver trench by Lapis (from previous slideshow). Peep-toe pumps by Carlos by Carlos Santana. DIY fancy hat courtesy of all things hella gay at Michael’s, incl. Swarovski crystals, golden pheasant plumage in bronze, assorted ribbons and voile fabric. Tuberose bouquet and boutonniere courtesy of The Meadows on College Avenue.

Tomboy What: Gray corduroy suit and white dress shirt by Express for Men. Tie by Calvin Klein, shoes by Kenneth Cole.

Newlywed Confession: More wedding photos from the femme & M. You’re welcome, kittens! XO.

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