To be filed under (Don't) Choose Juicy. I have a quasi-irrational love-hate with Juicy. On principle (that being pre-Claiborne, and still in my mind, it is merely an overpriced sweatpants company), I refuse to buy the brands' sunglasses, bags, shoes, jewelry, coats, bikinis, umbrellas, etc. The problem, however, is this: I like just about everything they make (Haute!) - but seriously haaaaaaaaate the thought of them selling anything other than cheeky phrases for the chic's cheeks. (Bothered!). Why must you be so alluring, Juicy? Damn you! Damn you!
"M. Dior designed a dress for me and it is absolutely chic although I would have preferred a tassel or two. Pas de quoi. Here's what I am - a clothes horse which is cheval." -Eloise in Paris
Being awesome is so haute
