tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105077592011-12-14T21:50:44.159-05:00shopping fashion shopping fashion shopping fashion really not so much about bunniesbunnyshophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272471052639383207noreply@blogger.comBlogger3481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10507759.post-1137366177278761542006-01-16T00:00:00.000-05:002006-01-15T18:02:57.316-05:00

We write this from the darkest, dampest place on earth: We haven't even seen the sun for three weeks, a situation both compounded by and resulting from the fact that we are so jetlagged that we wake up at two o'clock in the afternoon. And we go to sleep at four in the morning. This is after a day spent eating Kit Kats and potato chips. We are going to go through immigration on Tuesday and they

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We have a roommate who's so deaf, dumb and blind about the worlds of fashion, art and enterainment that he looked at a picture of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt yesterday and said, "Didn't they break up?" And while we were busy raising our hand to cover our open, gasping mouth, he continued. "Oh, wait," he says. "That's the other one." It boggles the mind. And still, and still, this person knew

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Seeing as how our skin's lately been ... the word we want here is the dictionary definition of "sallow." And sallow it shall remain for approximately the next six months, when the sun finally returns to warm the earth once more. Thus, we have been more than a little obsessed lately with all things skincare: Could this product, for only $199, truly brighten our skin by 150%? And what instrument,

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We were recently reading a well-respected international fashion magazine when we came to an article about cleaning out your closet—not in the Eminem sense, but in the fashion feng shui sense. And this, we thought was a good idea, the best opportunity yet to see that miserable black peacoat from the Gap (warm but depressing) brighten someone else's day. Someone who does not feel like a giant

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Something we did not know: "Ugg" is a generic word, sort of the reverse of "Xerox" or "Kleenex." So it's sort of like if there were some American copier company called "Copier" and then you read about how another copier company, called Xerox, was a great copier company. And you're like, but isn't Copier the brand term? Er, this would assume that people from Australia were unfamilar with copier

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Our constant, constant readers know that we are obsessed with Project Runway, and even our less constant readers know we adore Daniel Franco, who was cruelly booted off in Episode 4 after that bizarre lingerie challenge that basically ensured that good work would give you nothing but a much, much better chance at being auf wiedersehen-ed. (Recap: All the designers were asked to submit lingerie

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You must, must, must, must believe that Monday is going to be our favorite day on bunnyshop ever, of all time, ever. Seriously. Seriously. Seriously.OK, well, back to that on Monday. Today, it's our final salute to Stars and Infinite Darkness, and our also unbelievably exciting promotional discount. This is probably getting unbelievably repetitive, but: Spend $100, get $15 off if you put "

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It's day 4 of our salute to Stars and Infinite Darkness and our corresponding first-ever discount celebration. Celebrations are typically more exciting in real life, rather than on the Internet. We can only trust that you will use your discount to buy some fabulous things and then celebrate independently of us. This reminds us of the funniest thing we have ever seen, which was when our sister,

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We made many mistakes in college, none of them more glaring than our decision to recreate a plastic videotape holder as an elegant evening clutch. By "recreate," we mean that we said, "This is an elegant evening clutch," opened it, inserted our ATM card and keys, and took it outside. Really, it's just so embarrassing, isn't it? Er, now that we think about it, we made several dozen mistakes much

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Please come over to www.bunnyshop.org. So much to see! So much to do!

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So in Day 2 of our celebration of all things Stars and Infinite Darkness, we have this delightful Summer Schoolgirl Top from Ana!s. To us, it seems very French schoolgirl. We are, like many we know, a little obsessed with all things French, even if our boyfriend always ends up muttering bizarre, British-y things about them, to which we say, "Are you not over that yet? And is there a reason their

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Happy 2006! And to start the New Year off totally right, even better than erasing all the posts related to Abercrombie and Fitch from this site, we bring you this lovely little deal that the wonderful Stars and Infinite Darkness—formerly Virgin Threads—has offered us, and anyone who reads this. First: Spend $100. Then type in "bunnyshop" as the code when you're checking out, and you get $15 off.

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This is going to be such an exciting year, we are convinced, at least here at bunnyshop, if not in the outside world, which remains a terrifying, dangerous place. We are going to have contests and contest winners—including the announcement of whoever it was who won the Nick and Jessica Celebrity Marriage Death Pool—and even, we absolutely cannot believe this, little things where if you say the

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To the mall. Oh, the mall. This is what happens when you grow up in New Jersey. The mall just feels like home. Of course, our mall is too down-market for a J. Crew, and in any case, we find them, sort of hit or miss. But when we like it, we love it, and we just absolutely adore this Lyndsey cotton cady [sic] dress. Apparently cotton cady is "a beautiful Italian flat weave with a subtle sheen,"

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Like we said yesterday, there were just too many worthy buys in the shopbop post-x-mas sale to put in one posting, so here's the second installment. Also, we get tired. Why are the holidays so exhausting? Seriously, our only plan at the moment involves selling all of our possessions on eBay and moving to Peru. Speaking of moving: Get to these fast, if you're into them, because they're

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There's so much stuff that we want in the shopbop sale that we're going to have to break it up into smaller, more easily digestible chunks, although we strongly recommend paging through each one of their 103 pages. Most of it is only 30%, which doesn't exactly get us all hot and bothered, but there's stuff in there we've been covering for ages — like the Diesel Ivrev vest, which, sadly, is now

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This is going to be like the lowest-key ever ("lowest-ever key"?) week at bunnyshop, because it's the week between Christmas and NY's and, seriously, not at all sure anyone is anywhere but in line at Express returning a couple pairs of those "Editor" pants. So all we're going to do is report on the online sales, because we are just not doing that going-to-the-mall thing. Er, okay, we totally are,

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We spent like three hours trying to figure out what to write about today: Our favorite things? To buy or receive? A top ten? A year in review? Ugh, we hate years in review. Like, any round-up, of anything, that involves "TomKat" or "Brangelina" ... this is not what we want from (a) our blog or (b) our lives. So we realized that we don't have to want anything this weekend, except maybe some sort

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Seriously, we don't even know why we're posting at this point, since everyone is probably either at the mall, or, if you're in NYC, (a) sitting in your apartment, (b) sitting in a bar within walking distance or (c) halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge on your way to your office, all of which are unsatisfactory choices except possibly for B. And we must admit our bad mood has been totally compounded

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We are so bad at promotion, but we would be so happy if you would check out www.bunnyshop.org.

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Seriously. We love unions. We believe in unions. If we were in a union, we might actually have health care. But today, we spent our time coming up with our own strike chants. Like, "TWU. We generally support your efforts to obtain health care and pensions for your members, but believe your decision to step away from the negotiating table was hasty to the point of recklessness and you are making

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We're doing an all-day salute to Zappos, the online retailer with the best shipping policy we've ever heard of. So if you want to check out their best, come on by www.bunnyshop.org....

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Consider it one for them, one for you. For them: the three snowflakes soaps, "nestled in a festive red and gold holiday gift box." Yeah, sounds pretty festive to us. $15.50, a perfectly reasonable present-price. And for us, the Lapin dans le Jardin soap, complete with little soap dish and attractive bow-box. $20. Oh, we really enjoy shopping for other people so much more when it involves a little

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This whole two sites thing is giving us such headaches, we can't even explain. www.bunnyshop.org. It's better there. See? The whole idea of fixing the pictures below just makes us tired. They're fixed at www.bunnyshop.org.

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This is going to have to be a mainly pictorial story, because if we say anything we're just going to go on and on about how much we hate people who wear Uggs, even though we are now among them. Do you know? We just feel icky admitting that. It's like, we really don't mind people who wear them, and we really like people who hate them. It's those people in the middle, without the courage of their

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This is apparently a big jewelry week here at Bunnyshop. Honestly, we're so tired we just walked into a lamp. Why do we think things like, "Oh, I have two exams on Thursday, and then I'm going to my ex-boss's party, and then when I get home at 11, I'll pack up my entire apartment and then take everything to storage by 8 and be at the Oakland Airport by 10?" Really? Who is that stupid? Besides

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It is way better at bunnyshop.typepad.com. It's like we have a new baby, and we love him soooo much more than the old one.

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We lived down the street from this store until we got mugged, at knife point, two blocks from it. But of course, that was bazillion years ago, when the Smith Street vibe was more Rent-a-Center than French-farmhouse decor shops. And before this store existed, for that matter. Anyway: Isn't this shirt-dress wonderful? We've dreamed of a shirt-dress like this. Lovely!

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Alexandre Herchcovitch. That skirt, which we adore, is made of latex! Like a condom skirt! So clearly many things are made of latex, but ... you make a skirt of latex, and people are going to think of condoms. Or balloons. Whatever. This was the only Alexandre Herchovitch item we could find available online. It's not quite as fun as the skirt. The AND t-shirt from A.H. and British designer Judy

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At bunnyshop.typepad.com! Not that it's not great here, too. You know what we mean.

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We were coming into our apartment building in this horrible city we are temporarily forced to call home, with maybe five grocery bags and the H&M bag we were recently, and so eagerly, endorsing, when we realized our keys were far, far, far out of our reach, and we stood in front of the door, ruffling through box after box of cake mix, when, one by one, the plastic handles started breaking, and

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We always hate it when we meet our friends somewhere, and then we go somewhere else. It's like, what, we couldn't have figured this out on the way here? But there's a good reason for this move: bigger, brighter, better, more! This is probably what our friends would say about the girls in the second bar. Boys are so obvious. But please come with us: bunnyshop.typepad.com

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If we had a wife, or, indeed, our boyfriend enjoyed wearing women's jewelry — which, he would probably like us to clarify, he does not — we would march them into Tiffany's and say something grand and ridiculous like, "Anything you want — it's yours!" And then we would tell them we were joking and ask them to lend us five dollars so we could get an Extra-Value Meal at McDonald's. We love few

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See? There's a new post, but it's really much more exciting over at bunnyshop.typepad.com. Soon, there's only going to be bunnyshop.typepad.com, and we fear that none of our readers will be able to find us, the way our cat would get lost after we moved.

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We recently bought a sweater that is the cashmere equivalent of a potato sack, and almost as flattering: It's this terrifying silhouette of our sixth-grade Fluffernutter self. We know why we bought it ("half off of half") and we know why we won't return it (because we are so, so cold.) But really, we ask: Could we possibly find a non-Fluffernutter cashmere sweater, for warmth and

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The new site is here! bunnyshop.typepad.com Soon, but not quite yet, it'll be bunnyshop.org, but technology has beaten us, and it'll be a tiny bit longer. But: Come over. We'll keep this one going for a while, but come see all the new things. There's even a photo album! We move, ever slowly, into the 21st century.

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From today's Times: "I come from a time when gay men dressed women," [Bill Brass designer Michael] Vollbracht said. "We didn't bed them. Or at least I didn't. I am someone who is really pro-homosexual. I am an elitist. I am better than straight people. Women are confused about who they want to be."You know, we wouldn't have minded if he was like, "I'm better than straight people who are stupid

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Notebooks from Cavallini. Sure, we'll write like three pages and then lose them somewhere, possibly in a movie theater, but we'll love them all the same.

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Seriously, this woman is the Teflon Don of fashion.

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Er, only a day after this was supposed to show up. Argh. In any case. You know how, like, Time magazine wrote the Ronald Reagan's obituary like five years ago, and just waited until he died to put in the dates? Yeah. This is like that. Part 1: Part 2:

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A: Fall sale. Luella Stevie tote, 25% (plus or minus) off! $770B: Spring preview!!! Full priced, and tragically glorious. Zac Posen striped dress, $1500

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Even though we would like to kick Blogger for destroying our Us Weekly post, this is the most guaranteed form of happiness in computer file form.

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Fur: It makes everyone so angry. Faux-fur makes no one angry, except, possibly, people who do not like looking like a giant marshmallow man outside of their homes. However, this is true for the fur options as well, so all's equal except for the anger thing. Anna Wintour: Is she like, "I will not give in to the terrorists" every time some PETA member pies her in the face? Anyway: faux-fur jackets

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It's not like whoever thought up this campaign, which somehow grows more annoying, day after day — it's not like they should be shot, but they should be made to write out "We thought up the most annoying and liar-y advertising campaign of all time" for possibly 1000 years. Ugh. Fuck you, Citibank. We'll believe you when you give us back our 24.99%.

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There always seem to be two way sto go with holiday beauty products: like, old-tyme Gingerbread Man shower gel, and super-slut eye-glitter early-’90s-raver New Year's Eve. Dilemmas, dilemmas. The Winter Weather Survival Kit from Philosophy is just like their non-winter version, but with some lip gloss. Terribly impressive? Er, no. But exceptionally effective. Once we left our Purity in a hotel

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Another letter from Santa's letterbag. Why, oh why, is the first thing we think, when we see Santa, pedophiles? Damn you, SVU. You have seriously fucked us up. Anyway, letter: Dear BS: I actually want quite a few things this Christmas. First, I would like Juicy Couture's faux-rabbit jacket ... I don't know why, and I'm sort of embarrassed about it, but I still want it. I also need these penguin

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Through the miracles of modern technology, we're able to see what search terms are used before someone comes here. Normally people type in normal things, like "Stella McCartney H&M" or "Puffer Coat" or "Abercrombie Sucks." In those cases, we may be able to help. However, presented without commentary, non-normal things that brought new friends here: 1. "hot slutty dresses"2. "cashmere sweater fuck

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The best thing about this Fred Flare ad for Le Tigre is that it is an ad for Le Tigre the clothing line, and not Le Tigre the band (below). Seriously: Someone at Fred Flare is totally making a reference here. Anyway, Fred Flare: cheap, cheap, cheap, and now that we have to give all these ridiculous presents, we find we have fewer funds on hand for our own greedy pursuits, like diamond showers and

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At the rate we're breezing through the fall collections, we'll be lucky to finish up by fall ... 2009. Let's see, it's almost December, and we're not even through the As. That is a masterwork of corporate planning. This is why we keep getting fired from office jobs. Anyway: Alexander McQueen! We include this photo not because it so neatly encapsulates his F\W trends, though it does, but because

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We've put a temporary hold on our Us Weekly Home Companions because they've been so tragically boring lately—of course, that will change with this week's issue, which should reach some sort of Kennedy-assasination level of journalistic breast-beating drama. (Seriously: Who releases their separation statement to a gossip magazine? Who does that? This, this is the price we pay for listening to

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So in the first installment of our hopefully, approximately month-long collection of our small community's heart-y-iest hopes and wishes, here is a note from our friend Laurel Ann: "Dear Bunnyshop:What I really want for Christmas is this lynx pillow from Salvor. I used to be obsessed with lynxes (lynxs? lynx?). I kind of still am. How fun would it be to walk into your house and see a lynx pillow

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Don't change your baby's diaper in the Food Court. No one will stop you, but that doesn't mean it's right.

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We're at the mall. How do you possibly explain Thanksgiving to a non-American: "First, it's all about family and food and bestowing good tidings etc., and then it's three days of sifting through $7.99 bras at Victoria's Secret and getting into fights with your sister about the proper degree of aggression to be used when procuring a parking spot"? Er, maybe that's just us, and everyone else is at

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Because we anticipate doing nothing this weekend except (a) sitting on a plane; (b) shivering violently due to lack of East Coast-appropriate clothing and \ or reluctance to actually wear the Abercrombie coat we purchased prior to their production of "Baghdad Ass Up" t-shirts; and (c) gaining weight, we present our official Christmas list. For ourselves, of course. And if anyone else would like

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It's not like we have such severe anger-management problems, but we can safely say that every time we go through a security gate at an airport we are about 30 seconds from committing a murder so bloody and heinous and ritualistic that it belongs in an episode of The X Files. And when we're called over for that special women's-prison prodding: Let us just say that we. Want. To. Kill. We remember

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It was not, sad to say, the fashion highlight of the movie, the movie that we are apparently still a tiny bit obsessed with. We leave thinking: Well, seriously, if we all tried very hard, could there not be some sort of institute of magic? That we could attend? Our ex-roommate says he often feels the same way, only about the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters \\ Mutants. Sigh. Anyway:

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We were going through our closet (read: pile of clothes on the bathroom floor) and we realized that (a) we own one, single bra, because we just have no idea where they get to on their own, and (b) we have no t-shirts, except for one from Old Navy which reads "Just a Waitress Until I'm Discovered" — and which, we have been advised, is classist, and we should not wear to restaurants in case we

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We've been searching for gold shoes exactly like this, and then we found them, and they only cost $17.99. Now, this should be a miracle of Jesus-on-toast proportions (we like to get the sacrilege in before Advent, you know), but: They are from Payless. It's not like we're snobs, or even, more troublingly, reverse-snob snobs, but: Star Jones endorses Payless. You know all those wedding things Star

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Oh, and we do dream of Carine! What a marvelously marvelous t-shirt. It's sort of like the post-Devil \\ Prada world needed a new international style icon without the rage issues, and we have found Carine. Lovely. Sublime. The percentage of the world's population interested in an American Apparel ringer tee with a tribute to Carine Roitfeld has got to be something less than .00000041%, but how

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Anna Wintour = Madame Maxime?

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Oh, we wish we could be a wizard's wizarding girlfriend. We won't go as far as this Harry Potter Legal Age Countdown Clock, because we're willing to rob the cradle but 16-year-olds ... that's like robbing the womb. But we. Love. Him. Tss. And tonight we, and the rest of preadolescent America\Europe\etc., will enjoy Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Oh, Cedric! And Sirius. As far as fictional,

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J. Crew. That's where we go for sweaters, and jeans, and little tweed handbags, or when we're feeling very nostalgic for the New England prep-school life we never had, with Jeeves and Pinky. Hrm. Jeeves and Pinky. We even tried with that one, and it's one part Internet start-up, one part junior Mafioso. The point is that until now, J. Crew has not been the place where we would go for, say,

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If we were an anorexic, trust-funding 14-year-old, we'd be all over Alessandro Dell'Acqua. Seriously, this is what the girls are wearing when we have nightmares about being trapped in some neverending Halloween party, with, like, Nicole Richie popping out of a cake in a negligee and autographing a copy of her book. It's worse than that eye-slitting scene from Un Chien Andalou. It's worse than

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The only thing wrong with this Paul Frank t-shirt, suggested to us by a marvelously astute friend of Bunnyshop, is that it actually replicates the hated Ugg in that line drawing, but perhaps there was no other way of successfully making the point of how hideously ugly they are. Now. Okay. We are just so ashamed to mention this, but we are going to say that we would, possibly, and with deep,

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We don't know what's in the water over at Scoop, because they have all these wonderful things on sale. So wonderful, in fact, that this was supposed to be one of those situations where we wouldn't actually write about them until we'd safely purchased them, because we are just that greedy. We really are. And then we dropped our wallet down, we swear to God, the one-inch space where there's a gap

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Precious metals: best in small packages. From jewelry stores. We don't like bars on streets frequented by pseudo-hipster junior-yuppies where there are prostitutes on the corners of said streets. But driving past both the bar and the corner this weekend, we realized that the one thing women on both (a) the corner and (b) the line to the bar had in common was a large metallic bag. This is just one

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Coats. So much better than jackets, and infinitely better than blazers. This one, from J&M Davidson, is the coat version of Holly Golightly, all elegance and grace, but without the prostitution. That was the deal, right, that she was a prostitute? We have no idea. But they share, clearly, a certain princess-y retro charm. We don't love the buttons, and the pockets are a little patchwork, but the

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This is the link that will get you all the Stella McCartney \\ H&M on eBay. Fashion profiteering. Love it.

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The woman in the photo above is quite possibly a 14-year-old Estonian model, and yet she looks like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man: This, in short, is the problem with puffer coats, particularly with long puffer coats. With short puffer coats, at least you've got the lower half of your body to prove Stay-Puft-freedom; with longer ones, you're one step away from being held aloft over a campfire.

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Stella McCartney at H&M tomorrow. Of course, the city in which we are currently confined, like a beaten dog in a palace full of trust funders in Jimmy Choo heels, clutching to their hearts their own copies of the six-season DVD Sex and the City spectacular, we have no H&M, so we will have to live vicariously through other, more advanced civilizations. Not that, to be thoroughly honest, Stella

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Part 1, wherein Tori Spelling's dog captures a significant portion of an audience asked to choose between it and an actual child. Part 2, wherein Jessica Simpson spends some time with the baby animals. Part 3, wherein Britney takes the scissors to her "I [Heart] Kevin" t-shirt.

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This is a sentiment best expressed in a voting booth, but since the fucking crackheads at the New York Board of Elections lost our absentee ballot request form, we can only say it here: Mayor Bloomberg is the only politician we actually believe when he speaks. This has had unfortunate applications, as when he said we were about to be bombed by terrorists and we ended up walking four miles,

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Apparently we're never going to get out of the As in our little designer tour, but we love Alberta Ferretti so much we don't really mind. Whenever we hear "Alberta Ferretti" we think of Alberto V05, which is a tragedy, because there should be no negative implications. Is this not the most adorable handbag? Indeed, it may. All the velvet currently being used to produce those naff blazers should be

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Generally we are so distrustful when we are exhorted to accept one thing as the common good. It's like when some girl in the office has a new boyfriend, and she's all, "He's so perfect," etc., etc., and we are like, "Well, he may be perfect for you, but we're not interested in prostitute-frequenting jackass investment bankers." Tss. But this bag ... this bag is perfect. If: A) You require a bag

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It is: Catherine Malandrino ruched topIt costs: $320It can be purchased at: Neiman MarcusGood God, we just love this shirt. There's so little else to say. Maybe we could discuss how the hour we spent watching E.R. last night was practically an act of theft. The theft of our lifespirit. People, when doctors are operating on a chimpanzee in the E.R., let's just say the fucking shark has been jumped

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And so we continue our journey of the fall shows from AF Vandevorst to Zero Maria Cornejo. Actually, we are continuing quite slowly, as we are only at Akris, which has got to be the most boring brand we have ever seen in our lives. If we were running for president, if we were maybe Hilary Clinton, maybe we'd be peeing in our pants over this shit, but we're not, and we're not. It makes us a little

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We'll blame this on our own late-in-the-game marketing strategy, but this, tragically, is the winner of our Halloween costume contest. As you can see, this entrant failed to follow the rules (no celebrities) or, indeed, include a Halloween costume in the photo, which was, of course, the point. Tss. But since we have literally no one else to choose from, we also have a winner, apparently an

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Holy shit, it's November. When did that happen? Seriously, yesterday it was beautiful and warm and summery. Now it's not. Grarhghggh. In addition to the crap weather, endless air travel trips (have we mentioned our Sudoku friend on our last flight ("That's not an 8, that's not an 8, that's not an 8," X six hours) who made us want to commit some seppuku, which is way more Japanese than we ever

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Seeing as how we think getting up before 9 a.m. is a ridiculous practice best avoided at all costs, we have delayed our Halloween contest deadline until 5 p.m., a normal time. Please enter. Win! We never win. If we were you, we'd totally enter. And then we wouldn't win, but we're sure you'll do better than we ever could.

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We know: fucking Lucky! It's not like so super couture, exactly. But we are from New Jersey, and we shop at the mall from time to time—gleefully, we will add—and when we do, we require places to shop that are neither "PacSun" nor that asshole frat-boy shop with the delightful cashmere sweaters we would be thrilled to link to if they weren't all asshole frat boys there. So: Lucky it is. The good

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We always feel very Scrooge McDuck about Halloween. This is entirely the fault of all those investment banker girls in our old neighborhood who would use Halloween as their excuse for dressing up like bondage prostitutes and going outside. It's like, you fucking pussies, if you want to be a prostitute, just quit your fancy job at Merrill and live your dream. Argh. It's like they want to be all

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Part 1: This has got to be the most boring Us Weekly of all time, except for the cover, which basically says that Tom Cruise brainwashed Katie Holmes into giving him her womb. Part 2: This issue is so boring, in fact, that this week we concentrate on pressing issues like the terror of spending a six-hour flight next to a woman saying, so loudly, "That can't be a four. That can't be a four. That

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We are going home, and like the adopted tiger that eats the little boy because it is his nature, we will immediately revert to the local custom of dark jeans, black tank top, and glittery clutch. First of all, that metaphor seriusly got away from us, and secondly, dark jeans \ tank top is like a global cliche, not just a local one, so whatever. It is so late at night, and we are so screwed with

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Well, you don't get cocaine, which is sort of what expected. You get instead clothing you can only fit into if do cocaine. Or have anorexia. We endorse neither. In fact, we were recently quizzed, in a classroom full of people oh so much younger than us, and when the teacher asked who had never done drugs, we raised our hand. We were the only one. Besides the TA. Humiliating. Always, always

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Part 1: This is undoubtedly the most rigorously boring Us Weekly of all time. It's like they saw the Cruise-offspring exclusive in People and sent the writers right back to their dungeons. Auto-pilot, here. Part 2: However, you wouldn't want to miss the three images of Britney Spears wearing the same wide-strap $12.99 white bra under spaghetti-strap tank tops, or Sienna Miller's post-break-up bob.

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A question from a very excellent member of our BS community: Dear Bunnyshop--I am writing to ask you what you think of this look.I am not talking about the Mexican wrestler's mask, because I know that looks awesome.I am instead talking about the puffy vest under the suit jacket look.I first started wearing this in Colorado, where you need a puffy vest with everything.Now that I am traveling the

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We will just reprint this note in its entirety: "What do you think of this vest \ button-down combo? I am sort of into it, but I am sort of not, because it makes me think of my lesbian gym teacher from middle school. Normally I would say 'not that there's anything wrong with that,' but in this case there is, because she was a really terrible dresser."We will only add that the sweater is Alice +

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1. The Jarhead trailer where Jake Gyllenhaal is all psycho buff and then, even better, Jamie Foxx says "Hoo-ah," all weird and psychotically, and then, even so much better, there's that crazy editing to "Jesus Walks." It riles us up so much, we don't know. It kind of makes us want to fight, which can't be the point. It's not even that we can't wait for the movie. We would just like to sit in a

bunnyshophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272471052639383207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10507759.post-1129885926091298112005-10-21T04:58:00.000-04:002005-10-21T05:12:06.110-04:00

1. Admire new, apple-y scent of Philosophy Red Delicious Apple Bath and Shower Gel. Think to self, "Hell, no, $20 isn't too much for a shower gel; I have the next 50 years of my life to pay off those student loans. Whee!!!"2. Cry with shame of $20 Philosophy Red Delicious Apple Bath and Shower Gel purchase on bus home, standing next to drunk man who keeps touching your arm with his beer can. 3.

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OK, not exactly a siege. But last week we were in the unlikely position of being locked in our apartment thanks to a malfunctioning lock, which we are pretty sure is some sort of fire hazard. So we called the apartment manager. Three times. Then he called us back. We called him back, and he was all, "I have to ask someone what to do." And we were like, "Well, we're fucking locked in here, so

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Someone at Neiman Marcus has made a terrible, yet wonderful, and possibly career-ending mistake, and that is his inability to correctly price the Mulberry Rockley bag, long a favorite of this site despite the fact that it is totally a boy-y bag. (Perhaps this is suggested by the fact that a boy is holding it in the picture above. But it's in Neiman's women's handbags department.) Okay, to be fair

bunnyshophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272471052639383207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10507759.post-1129364337697262072005-10-19T02:28:00.000-04:002005-10-19T04:06:31.383-04:00

Everything Paul & Joe make is so beautiful. It's like the exact opposite of the horrible shithole where we live. Today, true story, we were on a bus, and a deranged man, with his pants falling down to his ankles, pushed our head into a window as he made his way off the bus. That's not the bad part. He got off the bus, his pants fell all the way down, he tripped and hit his head on a bench, and

bunnyshophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272471052639383207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10507759.post-1129424738803505642005-10-18T04:05:00.000-04:002005-10-18T12:12:19.356-04:00

Part 1: The cover line of this issue actually reads "Fucking Liars" rather than "What Now?" if you look very, very closely. Part 2: Well, because we're fucking idiots, we left this post up all day yesterday, just hanging out like some rich suburban Juicy Couture mom showing off cleavage at a Green Day concert: in other words, conspicuously. But now it is in its proper place.

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Are you in L.A.? We're not. We know this because we don't have a rash. The last time we were in L.A., a truck in front of us freaked out, come at us backwards going 90 m.p.h, and then flipped off the embankment and rolled three times. Our final thought: "Thank God we got that goddamn $9.99 collision damage waiver." Glorious! Exactly what we'd always expected, last-thought-wise. Er, this isn't

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Velvet blazers. We are so sick of them. We know: velvet. Blazers. Fine. But typically, when we see them on people, we think, why are you wearing a smoking jacket, like Mr. Burns, in domestic scenes, from The Simpsons? Tss. But more than the smoking jacket thing, it's all those fashion "articles" we read, about, like, five must-buys for fall, and velvet blazers were tops every time. Velvet blazers

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Here are our three least favorite words in the English language: hump, bump, and lump. Headlines like "First Bump Photo" (see: cover, Us Weekly, re: Katie Cruise) make us want to disavow our society and join one of those cults where you all hop on a passing comet or something, like on CSI. And that Black Eyed Peas song: OK, it sounds all nice and fine, and then you get to the part about the "

bunnyshophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272471052639383207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10507759.post-1129270247692038762005-10-14T00:43:00.000-04:002005-10-14T02:10:47.783-04:00

Last night we had the pleasure of coming as close to a fiery highway death as we have ever come, at least as far as we know. Tonight, we arrived home to an apartment with a malfunctioning door. We pushed through it by rushing it, linebacker-style. We discovered that "linebacker-style," unfortunately, was not an option when it came to opening the door from the other side—in other words, reentering

bunnyshophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272471052639383207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10507759.post-1129197679958814562005-10-13T06:01:00.000-04:002005-10-13T06:10:05.536-04:00

Part 1: Possibly the best Us Weekly of all time. Can you imagine the orgasmic joy shared by editors as they finally, finally got their truest wish, the nail in the coffin of the Jessica Simpson-Nick Lachey marketing drive\\ marriage? And part 2, featuring the very best thing we have ever, ever seen in an Us Weekly magazine. We do not exaggerate. For home reference, you'll find it on page 76.

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Style Lab, formerly known as "Do I Look Fat in [X]?" future-ly known as the place where you can have your style questions debated by the Bunnyshop style community. For instance, rather than the fat-issue, which we now recognize to be as dated and painful as Nicole Ritchie will be in about twenty-five minutes, this week we ask: "Is this ultra-puffy white fluffy J Lo-style coat good or evil?"

bunnyshophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17272471052639383207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10507759.post-1129052448095145872005-10-11T13:36:00.000-04:002005-10-11T13:40:48.126-04:00

Dear Bunnyshoppers, This isn't exactly like buying a Theory sweater (which we totally recommend, btw), but a Friend of Bunnyshop we know is selling her DNA on eBay. Why, we can't say. But wouldn't it be nice to own someone's DNA? Personally, we'd keep it with us at all times, and if need be, leave it at crime scenes. Maybe we could grow something in a mason jar. You would literally own that

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