Month: October 2012

During this whole braving the weather/freaking myself out Hurricane Sandy shit, I came across an article in British Vogue highlighting the Spring/Summer 2012-13 collections in London. Besides the usual pastels, prints, bombers, checkerboards, and statement sneaks, one piece of information def. stood out more to me than the obvious interest in knowing what to buy for my May London trip. (Fingers crossed!) The new creative director of Yve’s Saint Laurent, or ‘YSL’, Paris, is planning on having the company undergo a major name/game changer from YSL to SLP… Saint Laurent Paris. There are so many things I feel about this I am not sure where to start. I was never around for Coco Chanel to make Chanel, Chanel. Or for Martino and Mario Prada to make Prada, Prada. So why this iconic brand? The reasoning behind changing the name, is because of two things. The company is undergoing a fashion makeover, by the new leader Heidi Slimane. And, ‘Yves’, is too hard to pronounce for the common customer. Let me just say, that there is no such thing as a “common customer” who can purchase YSL merchandise. Bag prices are way above the triple digits in pricing, and shoes also. And I’m assuming that people who go as far as purchasing makeup and clothing, have a knowledge of the brand and know the quality the name Yves Saint Laurent represents. It’s French, people. Get over it. Customers I know also mispronounce the Saint and the Laurent.. if they can’t say “Yves,” then how can they get the accent right on the “Saint” and the “Laurent” so it doesn’t sound like the name of a river in the United States? Coach went through a huge creative redecorating and remodeling of the brand to become new and fresh, while still maintaining the classic namesake. Why can’t you, Heidi Slimane, do the same for Yves Saint Laurent?

I literally cannot watch this without crying. So far, this is the best proposal I have ever seen. You know, besides the one in Sweet Home Alabama where he gives her all of Tiffany and Co. But in all seriousness, that is one lucky lucky girl.

“I never envisioned a character, pop project, band or solo artist. I saw a simple group made up of many people who had the same hearts. A space for people with similar ideals who could not fit in to life’s pre-made mold. I was terribly awkward for a long time! I really craved to be part of one thing because I never felt too connected to anybody and now I feel I have that all around me.”

She’s smokin’, talented, and unique. What else do you need?

I’ve come to realize that people either love you or hate you. There are times when I feel that even the one person in this world that loves you unconditionally, still can seriously treat you like shit. And that is definitely not “out of love,” as everyone says. When writing this blog, I often wonder how many people think this is shit. And then I think.. well, do I really care? And then I think.. well maybe only 3 people actually read Bootsie regularly so I really have nothing to worry about. I have noticed, that after buying two diaries at Francesca’s in order to regain that childhood feeling of diary expression, and then never wrote in them; is because this is a form of me journaling. I use my blog mostly to feed my hunger for expression and fashion and love, not just for other people to view and read. I wonder if there really were so many people reading, if I change my views and ways of thought? At the same time, I don’t really ever want to change. I hate that the internet is taking over the world, and that sweet, soft spoken letters became emails, and that texts mean more now than actual vocal words. But at the same time, where would I turn in moments of creative ideas popping in and out of my head at lighting speed? Because I know that I love you, is not the same as I ❤ u. Reading my diaries from when I was a kid, gives me that gung ho feeling I need to push forward in the literary/web world. Basically, I hope I don’t change too much.