I am alive

It was touch and go there for a couple days, but I am feeling much better. Thank you all for your emails and concern.  For those following at home who don't know where I've been for a week, the illness I've had since October finally caught up to me and it was not pretty. It seems that despite all the booze over christmas, the gym and the multiple z-packs made any difference to the infection. I was very close to having pneumonia and I can honestly say that I don't think I've ever been as sick as I was last week in my life.

*6 days out of work
*5 trips to CVS
*4 boxes of tissues
*3 days of no sleep
*2 doctors visits

All I can say is thank you to the Australian Open for keeping me entertained at 4am. I really didn't care who I was watching, but Rafa was on Monday night at the height of my insomnia and seemed to soothe the restlessness. The shots of Carlos also helped.  The final match was brutal - both the time and the outcome.

I happened to catch the SAG awards last night before Downton Abbey and the Good Wife. Did you watch? The red carpet was okay, nothing earth shattering except for Rose Byrne's amazing Elie Saab pantsuit. Between her outfit and her hair, she was perfection. Other observations:

*I'm still over Michelle Williams and her pixie hair.
*I'm over George Clooney and Stacy Kiebler. I hate her name. Reminds me of Kiebler elves and makes me crave cookies.
*Angie looked better than at the Globes, but that black halter dress she has worn before. However, it looks good on her and her hair and jewelry were pretty.
*Brad continues to look like a wax doll.
*How do you pronounce "Tattinger", the champagne? I've always heard it said "tat-en-ger". But last night they pronounced it "tat-en-jay". Whatever - just pass the bottle of Veuve.
*Emily Blunt looked great in that green Oscar de la Renta dress. I am dying over the grass green he has been using this season.
*If Julianna Margulies wore a colored dress, she would cease to exist. Someone please tell her stylist to incorporate some color to the poor childs wardrobe.
*I really want to like Julie Bowen because I love her on Modern Family, but I just can't. She's not funny. At all. And actually I take it back, I don't love her on Modern Family.
*Speaking of Modern Family, the creator - Steven Levitan - is adorable. They need to add him to the show.
*Melissa McCarthy - great dress. She needs to stick with that kind of draping.
*Did anyone catch the "in memoriam" portion of the program? Always the best part (to me), I was devastated to learn that the grandma from the Cosby Show died this year. I actually teared up as she was always my favorite person on the show.

I also made one bullet about The Good Wife last night:
*Josh Charles is a phenomenal dancer.

That's about it ladies and gentleman. I'm sick of television, you all are sick of hearing about Rafa, and I missed the Parisian fashion shows last week so I've got nothing left. I'll try to catch you up later in the week on the pretty from Paris. Just to wet your pallet - the Chanel show was held in an airport hanger. Rumor has it they had flight attendants serving drinks complete with costume.

XO,
B

rip: etta james

Believe it or not, I am actually well rounded musically.  Don't let the selena gomez and lucy hale videos fool you - my ipod is full of stupid songs (like those) mixed with classical and classic songs.  One person, who is always in heavy rotation, is the amazing Etta James. Between "Tell Mama" and "Stormy Weather", there is not a play list I have without them...they are essential Bunny music. Did you know you listen to Etta everyday? Well you do - she is the hook on Flo Rida's "good feeling". She was always so fashion forward with blond hair and cat eyes and will be missed.



XO,
B

tennis time

It's so cold outside that when I watch the Australian Open, I long for warm weather, sun...and Carlos Costa.  The good news is Rafa has won both of his games so far.  The bad news is it's going to be a tough year. The poor guy is never healthy - he's always hurt or his stomach hurts. But with the return of Rafa comes Carlos! And this picture posted on FB Wednesday shows my main man kicked back, relaxing (probably thinking of me) and wearing some kicks with cool laces. I like a man that accessorizes!  Because the photo is kind of dark, thanks to microsoft paint, I highlighted CC to make sure you didn't miss him.



There is also a great article, written two weeks ago, on Carlos' day job, working as Rafa's agent at IMF.  How cush of a job is that?? Little known fact that he also used to manage Roger Federer.

I took my eye off the prize

Yessss...it's a new design. New year, new design. I was sick of the blue swirls and the Tour de Eiffel seems to be more fitting, no?

While scrolling through the blog the other night to find something I had mentioned, I realized that never bought the Karl scarf from Yarnz (I know, I've very devoted to Karl today, but it IS Thursday). However, when I went to net-a-porter, not only was the scarf sold out, BUT it had been on sale. Like 50% off on sale. Needless to say, I am devastated. And it's not even on ebay (if that's even possible).

BUT instead I found this great Queen Elizabeth scarf. While it might seem weird to walk around with her face around my neck, once all squished up, I think it would look adorable.

It's not Karl by any stretch, but it might cure my winter-time blues.

XO,
Bunny

choupette's papa

In today's installment of Lagerfeld Thursday....

Before Christmas Karl put on a fashion show for the Metiers d'Art 2012 collection in Paris.  The theme of the show is upscale Indian chic...and boy it is chic. I love it all and am desperately wanting one of the turban-esque headdresses the men wear. Yes, it might be a touch too much for the everyday person, but then again what everyday woman wears Chanel? If you take the pieces separately, they all are elegant perfection.

What's funny about this collection is Monsieur Karl has actually never been to India, but made the collection on what he thought India would be like - "fantasy is better than reality" he says.  And like everything with fashion and Karl, he seems to have forgotten that most of the world is in a financial rut. His solution: "The crisis shouldn't be over-emphasised...People have always responded to difficulty by dressing up in jewels." I couldn't agree more and hope that a benefactor will come to my rescue with the jewels.

The show is around 17 minutes long and if you dont have time to watch it all, at least watch it for a couple of minutes to witness the stunning stage. It's exactly how I picture my dinner with Karl in his "visitors" house. I think this dinner might also be where fantasy is better than reality.







XO,
B 

we are a part of the rhythm nation

Inspired by Lady Lala's new jumper, I have been singing Janet Jackson all day long.  The funny thing is that Lala's dress really doesn't look 'rhythm nation' at all, but it was the first thing my mind went to.  So in honor of the precious jumper, I give you this:



You are big, dirty liar if you say this isn't making you dance.

XO,
B

"awww" doesn't even begin to cover it

My bff Karl got a kitty ya'll! Her name is Choupette, she's adorable, and she belongs to Karl. I've never loved something so much and hated it all at the same time.

XOXO,
Bunny

are golden globes the same thing as blue balls?

I know everyone upon everyone has posted their review of the Golden Globes held on Sunday, but without internet at my house (I know, its like the stone age) and some insensitive person scheduled a dinner during the show (rude), I'm a day late and a dollar short.  But never the less ...

First let me say that every time I watch the sit-down-dinner shows, there never seems to be enough room between the tables. I guess the reason is for tv shots, but it really bugs me when 25 people have to get up to let the winner through. And these are Hollywood peeps who only weigh 90 lbs and could squeeze into an ant hole, so you know the tables are tight.

Another thing - the plastic surgery is OUT OF CONTROL. Poor Julianna Margulies looked like she had bells palsy her face was so tight.  And don't get me started on Madeline Stowe. When you can't blink, it's time to stop.

The human wax figures known as Brad and Angie, were looking especially shiny and statuesque.  I swear that dress made her look 25 lbs heavier since we saw them at dinner last week. She should fire her stylist immediately and hire someone who will go above and beyond to make her look human.

I'm not going to cut and paste photos because that would take forever and homegirl is busy. So I'll do some nice bullets.

*I've said it before, but it's so odd to hear Stringer Bell (Idris Elba) speak in a British accent. I'm still waiting for him to find Omar and bust a cap.

*I am over Michelle Williams and her pixie haircut. For the love of Karl, please grow it out. 

*The love affair between George Clooney and Brad Pitt is becoming awkward. Just do it already and shut up.

*Channing Tatum - cute as a button. Not quite smart as one.

*What happened to Mark Wahlberg? He didn't look quite right.

*Was Paula Patton drunk? Every time someone won, she was jumping up and down in her banana gown.

*Who, in their right mind, hooks up with Kelsey Grammer? I just don't get it.

*Perfection all around - Claire Danes, Tilda Swinson (god, she SCARES me), Charlize Theron, Elle McPherson, Kate Beckinsale, Jessica Alba, Diane Lane.

*Cute dresses but that's about it: Zooey Dechanel, Madonna, Kelly Osbourne, Sarah Michelle Gellar (yes - let the backlash begin).

*Bad, bad, bad: The glee girls (except Mercedes). Santana's dress was puckered all down the front and that ho bag Lea Michelle looked cheap...and not in a good way.

Can't wait for the next awards show...and maybe I'll post in a timely manner!

XO,

B

see what happened was...

Yeah. I've been m.i.a. for the past week, but really it's not my fault. There was the board meeting in Florida that I did not get to attend, yet again, but still had all the work to do for it. Then there was this raging infection that has hosted in my body - host vs. graft for all you arrested development lovers. I swear I'm dying. Then there was the impromptu trip to DC from the Jolie-Pitts. Then there was....oh, wait. You don't care? You are still stuck on the revelation that the two wax figures know as "brangelina" were in town? Yeah...me too.

Lady Lala was supposed to write a whole entry about the sighting down at "the dump", complete with commentary on how Angie looked at her and it was instant love.  But Lala is a slacker. There. I said it. Actually, I think she just keeps reliving the moment over and over and can't come back to the real world.

Lala herself was the one to find out the "scoop" on the infamous dinner guests.  After enjoying a couple of cocktails with new girl (who isn't so new anymore) and packing it up to go, a mysterious informant (who might be pictured in the photo showing off his bodyguard skillz but cannot be named) tipped her off and then OH SHIT, it was on. Back to the table they ran waiting for a sighting. Being the poor, sick creature that I am, I had left earlier in the day to nap it off. I get a shrieking call informing me that not only is Angie here, but Brad - complete with cane - have arrived. Obviously, I slipped my uggs over my leggings, and high tailed it back to the office to see the messiahs myself.

I got to tell you the truth...I was unimpressed. I've seen her before once when she was in the Senate meeting with Joe Biden, but I had never seen Brad.  If you were to see him on the street, not surrounded by the paparazzi, you would think he's just a waxy hipster. Obviously, I am being crucified for not being more excited when I saw them, but after the past couple months of celebrities at the "dump", I just don't freak out over just anyone.  Give me a good Ryan Gosling sighting and I will shriek like a 14 year old girl (cause that's what 2012 is all about).

Brangie, as I am now calling them since we are so tight, were in town to promote Ang's new movie - In the Land of Blood and Honey - which I keep calling milk and honey (you know my title is better).  They were having dinner with some of the stars of the movie and Valerie Jarrett from the White House. Don't get me started on the last little detail of that sentence.  As they were headed out, I noticed this handsome guy, who bore a strong resemblance to a poor man's Daniel Craig, left before the group did and it occurred to me that they must be here for the movie (this was before we read about it the next morning).  I made a comment to the group that I had read an article about the actors from the movie. They all are from Bosnia and one was in the movie Taken.  Well all of a sudden this guy walks over and asks if he can light his cigarette with the candle on the table. We all said sure - though I'm not sure Lala and New Girl were breathing with the impending departure of Brangie - and he stood at the table, lit his cig, smiled, puffed away while in the restaurant and then walked away with some great fuck me eyes.  Well that guy? You know who it was? It was Goran Kostic...who was in ... wait for it...Taken. 

Man I hate being right all the time.

XO,
Bunny

ahhh!

The Lucy Hale song didn't attach...but never fear!

2012 is the year I turn back into a 14 year old girl

For some reason, inexplicably, the new Selena Gomez song is the shit. I can't seem to not stop listening to it.



I also have started watching Pretty Little Liars and got a rhinestones i-phone case. Oh...and I bought the new Lucy Hale (from PLL) song, which will be in high rotation on my "gym jams".



I'd be embarrassed if it wasn't all so awesome. Next up, I'll be passing notes to Fauxanna Wintour, playing MASH, and drinking my vodka in a water bottle mixed with kool-aid. Just like I did in 9th grade.

XOXO,
Bunny

PS - Speaking of 14 year old girls, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my baby sister who is lovingly known as Filthy McNasty, Stinkerbelle, Sissy and a couple others that wouldn't be lady like to print.  She is the ripe old age of 23, however I remain a constant 22.

what happened to andrae?

What do you get when you take a group of 3rd place losers, give them some needles, thread, a hot glue gun and stick them in a penthouse suite in ny? Project Runway All Stars.
I used to be a huge fan of PR when it first started and was on bravo before they destroyed it by moving it to lifetime. Bad move Andy Cohen. You should have quit following all those dumb housewives and invested  more in Tim and Heidi. 

I saw previews for the show over christmas and became really excited, thinking they would have some great past contestants on the new show. Well...ehhh...I mean, okay.  Do you count Austin Scarlett as a "great past contestant"?  I wanted to see Wendy Pepper or Mychel Knight. I wanted to see Nick or Daniel V. Hell, I would have taken Santino. Instead, they gave me Kenley Collins. KENLEY COLLINS. Ugh. Just saying her name makes me ill. I had totally forgotten about what a awful person/train wreck she was, but in an instant all the bad memories flooded over me and the fire of hate consumed me.

I was really excited to see Jerrell and Rami - though can we discuss Rami's v-neck situation? If it were any lower I could see his belly button.  It's fine though, because he's hot. But speaking of the boys on the show, I didn't think it was possible, but they seem to have become gayer. That's not a bad thing per se, but when the contestants played the video from Giancarlo Giacometti, partner of Valentino, and a brief hello from Valentino himself, all the men started crying. I laughed for a good 2 minutes on that alone.
To make this show new and exciting, gone are the PR alumnus - Heidi, Michael Kors and Nina Garcia (which is pronounced NEEEEEEEEEEEEEna Garcia).  Instead we have the amazing Isaac Mizrahi and probably one of the most beautiful women ever, Georgina Chapman, from Marchesa.  These two alone I could watch for hours - even if they were just sitting on my couch eating cereal.  I'm excited to see what they will bring for the season.
Instead of Tim, Joanna Cole from Marie Claire is the mentor.  JC is like a mix between Tilda Swindon and Anna Wintour except nicer (on both accounts) and I didn't think her advice was really advice. I sure did miss Tim and his "holla at your boy"s and "make it work".

In the end, Rami won - which as soon as his dress hit the runway you knew he would win, and the crazy spitting lady went home....exactly what everyone at home knew was going to happen. 

Will I last the next couple of months to see the show through? Probably not, but I thoroughly enjoyed watching last night and reliving some of the past seasons. Next time, however, please put Andrae on the show. His drama and hysterics made for some killer tv.

time of death...2:32pm

Wellllll hellllllo! Have you missed me? It's been a long time...even longer if you count the fact that I wrote the movie posts mostly in November. I know, I'm a sly one.

Man - that holiday season just about did me in. I don't think I've drank that much champagne...well...ever, even though Poodle says my blood type is "champagne". December was a month of nothing but parties, booze, and hangovers. Not a pretty sight, but I'm sure it is exactly how the baby jesus would have wanted me to celebrate his impending birthday.

And so I'm back...I guess. I think with all the champ in my blood stream, I ended up catching some sort of virus. I would say it was the bird flu, but this was worse. On Christmas I was begging for death - not presents. And then on the 28th, it disappeared as mysteriously as it had come. However, its not really gone because I can only "be on" for about 3 hours before I'm exhausted and crawling for the bed.

The holiday was spent in the RIC. I didn't think I would last all 10 days there, but with the bird flu devil hosting in my body, most of it was spent in bed watching Downton Abby (which is exactly where I was for NYE). However, I did make it out long enough to catch the new Elvis exhibit at the Virginia Fine Arts Museum - which I highly recommend. The Louvre it's not, but when in Rome you know.  I also saw the new Mission Impossible movie. Granted, I hadn't seen the previous MI movies, but it was GOOD. And I don't even like Mr. Cruise.  But one thing I think everyone can agree on is the man deserves an Oscar for his running skills alone. How does he run so fast? Do you think its because he's 4'11? Man...he can pump those arms like nothing I've ever seen before.

Speaking of NYE, I know everyone has made their resolutions and most of us normally take until February to break them, but one of mine - to have more patience and be positive at work - died a glorious death yesterday.  I barely made it 72 hours.  A new record.  Other than the ones that everyone else has - to eat healthier and to work out more - I've decided to be nicer, to be more frugal (which is SO hard because I'm sweating the 'God Save McQueen' scarf like it's my fever), to give up Baby Boy, and to travel.  Speaking of working out, who doesn't love to roll into the gym January 2nd to see what new meat is there. Last night there was the usual 50 year old men who have a sudden realization that another year is gone and they are another year older.  They'll be gone by MLK weekend.  Then there was my gymesis - who everyone hates because he is a douche - and then the one new attendee, who while cute, ran for 7 minutes and then left. He didn't even bother to put his stuff in the locker room, which is always odd to me.  And yes - I did see how long he lasted, because at the 7 minute mark I was ready to call it a day too.

Tennis is back...which means Rafa is back...which means I will be a happier person. That is IF he wins. I'm not holding my breath, but just praying he makes it to Cincinnati in August.

Welcome back!
XO
Bunny