Haute Hufft
Oh my god, guys ... OMG ... four years, and ... it's almost over ... [hyperventilate into a paper bag].
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Oh my god, guys ... OMG ... four years, and ... it's almost over ... [hyperventilate into a paper bag].
I just had a painful realization. My life, since approximately age 12, has been a complete and utter sham. Everything I thought to be "mine" now turns out to be borrowed from others. My hair -- the source of all identity -- does not belong to me. It is merely a copy of someone famous enough to grace the pages of US Weekly and (when I was in middle school) Seventeen Magazine.
It must be hard to be an It-girl. The moment you put something on, someone else tries to rip it off. (They say imitation is the highest form of flattery.)
The beginning of Spring term is such a tease. It's warm and beautiful one minute, and cold and rainy the next.
There is nothing fashionable about Real Life -- which makes spring break analogous to haute couture.
Boy, is my face red. I've been eating my words ever since I printed a column last week about this year's lack of a true Dartmouth winter. It appears that meteorology is not my calling. Just look outside if you need verification.
I fear for the freshmen, I really do.
While Dartmouth kids were raging their little hearts out for Winter Carnival last week, Olympus Fashion Week was once again raging in New York.
Kate Hufft
I realize I have a problem. I am completely and utterly obsessed with celebrity gossip. My junk TV has moved from terrible, yet fabulous reality-based shows on MTV to terrible, yet fabulous "celebreality"-based shows on VH1. My magazine reads have sunk from Vogue to US Weekly and Life & Style.
It's hard to think of anything else when the weather vacillates between the two miserable extremes of a frigidly cold blizzard and a rainstorm fitting for Noah's Arc. I'm certainly feeling sorry for myself; and my mud-, salt- and rain-soaked pants and shoes are less than thrilled as well.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
While it's only the first week of January, fashion magazines seem to think May flowers are about to bloom. Page after page display the hot new looks for Spring 2006: rolled shorts, Bermuda shorts, printed dresses, platform sandals, etc.