Thank god! The seduction is back!

The other day, a miraculous little tweet left my fingers and jet-setted its way through the webs. I had shared that my first subscribed issue of POP magazine came. As I pulled the twice a year mag from the mailbox in all my glory, I stared longingly at the cover, and then wished I had gotten the Elton John cover shot.

I kind of view magazines as an experience. I like to flip through the whole thing in one setting. I hate skipping ahead to articles, although skipping ahead to spreads is always so alluring, but I rarely let it happen. I made a rare exception when I received the Vogue with Natalie Portman on the cover and I had to see what she was saying about her experiences with Black Swan. Oh and I also skipped ahead to see the Lady Gaga spread (although I still haven't read that article yet...) in the March power issue. Whoops!

So when I got this magazine, I set it aside and whispered sweet nothings to the paper publication about how I would soon flip through the pages to reveal all of its glory. So it eventually happened and about 10 pages in (precisely) you find yourself staring at Tom Ford's brilliance. I'm so glad these ads are back. If you're not familiar, Tom Ford immerses his ads in sexuality and power. His newest ones happens to be one of my favorites, where you can see my latest inspiration;

I love this ad. It oozes with sexuality and seduction. It also makes me super stoked that I snagged a pair of huge thick rimmed glasses in Japan in November and I just knew I was doing the right thing. I can't even believe that women allow themselves to bitch about these ads. Tom Ford is a genius. He also typically portrays women with curves and the woman always appears confident as hell. The problem here is...? Sure these ads are racy, but that's good. We need that in fashion. Something to push the envelope and make people remember that women with bodies are doing way better than those without. I'd rather have full figured women, portrayed sexually but still exuding extreme confidence than an ad that inspires nothing.

Is anyone familiar with the show "Arrested Development"? Well, if you're not, you're crazy, and if you are well let's delve in; So you know how Lindsay is always whining about how she's being objectified? But then the moment that she's not she makes sure she goes out of her way to become objectified? Well I feel a lot of women are like that. I feel that women go out of their way to complain about ads like these;

don't worry, ladies. Men get to take it all off too!

okay, okay. I'll stop.

I'll leave you with this last one;

So what's the problem here? It's all properly being modeled. No falsies here, it's just...if these ads don't make you excited to be a woman...then...I don't know--THAT'S CRAZY! heh. You can just feel the power of seduction here and I can dig it. If these women are being objectified, SO WHAT. That's what they're getting paid for. These ads are hot and I'm so glad they are back. I remember reading about Tom Ford's comeback, I can't remember if it was in Vogue or not, but some woman commented about how she was disappointed and said something along the lines of "Tom Ford is back? What's the problem, he didn't make enough money off of women the first time around?" WHAT!? He is a fashion designer for both parties. So yeah, somewhere along the line he's going to be making money off of women, his ads just provoke people to do it. Clearly, it worked. Women feel sexy in Tom Fords clothing mostly likely because the women in his ads are sexy. It makes sense. I feel that owning a piece by Tom Ford would be very much like owning a pair of jet black Louboutin's. Right?

So again, thank you, Tom.

I feel like he is saying..."Why thank you."

You can pick up that vibe here, can't you?

Yeah Yeah Yeah so I hate the uniform.

Ugh. It happened. Again.

I shouldn't use the word 'again' because it makes me look irresponsible and/or forgetful. I'd like to think that I am neither. I have my moments, but that's not really the point here. Or it is...or something.

I forgot my work polo at home yesterday.

disclaimer:

This never happens.

I hate wearing a uniform, but I always have it and I wear it M-Th when it is required.

This one particular day, I dressed to change into a uniform and

realised that I had forgotten the one I left in my car as a backup, in the dryer.

and of course it was the day my shoppe owner came in. greatttttt.

If you know me well, you might think this was done on purpose due to the face that I find uniforms to be a complete abomination. I find few people really agree with me. I seem to be the only person, at most of my jobs, who cannot quite grasp the idea of a "daily uniform". If you look at my previous jobs, you will see a definite trend of disdain towards whatever uniform I was handed my first week of employment. The visors I've had to wear in the past have caused the most problems with me- and the managers. I feel putting on a visor slapped with a big company logo is the last thing I ever want on my head. I am forever grateful that those days are long behind me. I have an extremely difficult time not having any choice in what I chose to leave my house in that day. Well, technically, I am able to wear whatever I want to work, as long as I meet the black or khaki pants option and no color anywhere else. This is rather restrictive, well, extremely restrictive. As you can see, this is a problem for someone that likes to bring the funk to an outfit. I think this is the whole reason why I cannot adapt a "signature look". I feel my creativity becomes stifled at the slightest mention of a uniform. The greatest joy comes to me when Friday rolls around and we can dress in what we'd like. Don't worry, I take full advantage of this.

I read an article that struck rather close to home that can be found in the autumn/winter edition of Pop entitled "Working Class Chic" by Shala Monroque. This highlighted uniforms, mostly ones found on people roaming around Europe, where the daily ensemble is rather, well, chic. It is seen as something that forms a unity between people. As she mentions, some people love the idea of having a uniform and adopt them even when work doesn't require them to. It was reassuring to read this article and knew that someone else felt the same way I do; someone that could admire people that embraced the required threads. Perhaps it has everything to do with the polo itself. If my uniform were something nice, slimming, and could be tweaked to allocate a little creativity, I probably wouldn't be so resistant. But it's not, it can't, and I am.

It is increasingly difficult for me to look like someone else. If I see another person in a shirt that I own, I am most likely to never wear it again- regardless of how it looked on them. It's just the facts.

I hung out with Cady today before work and we dissected Vogue over bites of food at the local deli after meandering around Target for forty minutes. It is time well spent. Finally, a friend that shares my adoration of the wonderful, wonderful publication. She is one of those friends I feel I need to hang out with at least once or twice a month (I secretly hopes she decides against moving to New York in November, even though it would be awesome at the same time). But I'm glad we added the art of fashion to the conversation.

All in all, a shaky day yesterday made up for itself today. Thank goodness for great lunches and casual Friday. I'll post my outfit tomorrow.

I listened to the Yeah Yeah Yeah's 'Fever To Tell' album all day today.

I love the Yeah Yeah Yeah's & Karen O rocks.