I forgot to remember to forget.

Well I'm mostly settled in my new place. I almost got crushed under the bed while they were putting it up but thankfully, my maid came to the rescue so it's allll good. Plus, I have now managed to acquire this magical thing called a mattress making it easier to sleep. Yeah, that's how lucky I am.

(Wearing: shamrock green coat from H&M, jersey top with zippery detail from Forever New, vintage black leggings, greyish green suede ankle boots from Nine West, the Paolo bag from Lena Erziak, vintage ring)

Wow, I look like a spaz in the last picture. Oh, well.

I wore this when I decided to go shopping with the girlies because well, this coat is the shizbomb and those shoes are the most comfortable pair of ankle boots a girl could ask for. You could literally run in these. No, really. I did.

This is my new skin top. Every season, I pick one tee shirt that I repeat over and over and over until my friends get so sick of seeing it, they try to dispose it off into the garbage chute. It's got these slight zippery details on the sides that you can't see because that coat of grey beauty masks it.

Thanks again to the lovely Leona and Hasna, the ever fabulous designers of the luxe handbag line, Lena Erziak for the fantastic bags! You guys are the beyond awesome!

I suckered my brother, Rohan into taking these pictures. He seemed pretty miffed.

Thanks a ton for all the comments relating to my Tavi Rant in the last semi-angsty post. I think it's important to throw light on how people continue to invalidate someone's work, despite the promise it so clearly shows, solely because of her/his age. On another note, since when did fashion journalism become about dedicating posts on Jane Aldridge (of Sea of Shoes fame) 's dating status, on Lauren/Lo feuds and whether Whitney Port has a better sense of style than Roxy Whathername on the City?

The American public, in general, as I've come to realize is both absurdly obsessed and inexplicably resentful of youth showing promise. They obsess over them and then they bitch like crazy. Like someone pointed out in some article somewhere, how can they forget that girls about 2 years older than Tavi are working full time as models, jet-setting around the world and encountering all sorts of people in unknown places? Young kids have skipped grades, kids get degrees in physics and math and they're claiming that fashion is too complex, too complicated for a teenage mind?

A lot of resentment clearly comes from the fact that barely any of fashion's greatest writers or journalists (although I would hardly count these particular ones as the greatest. Hello, let's embrace Suzy Menkes and Robin Givhan, shall we? The REAL journalists?) were this articulate or in contact with their interests at 13. Also, from the fact that popular bloggers today (for example Rumi Neely of Fashion Toast, Julia Frakes of Bunny Bisous, Jane Alridge of Sea of Shoes, Tavi of Style Rookie and the oldest and most popular blogger of them all, Susanna Lau of Style Bubble) are near celebrities online and otherwise and their blogs are practically being turned into effective online magazines. For non-bloggers, this is hard to accept.

Just remember, the nerdy girl with glasses and a bob plus an opinion one day morphed into Anna Wintour.

Jezebel (thanks for alerting me, Sidewalk Chalk!) and Fake Karl did interesting articles.

NYmag also did a piece on Jane Aldridge of Sea of Shoes fame. Okay, full disclosure: I am not the biggest fan of SoS. But even though NYmag had nice things to say about her, a lot of the commenters were just plain ol' nasty. She was blamed for being everything from a "sickening, rich kid" to "a total narcissist" to "a talentless ass".

Yes, admitted it's easier being fabulously dressed at all times when you have a bottomless bank account as Jane clearly does but that still does not render her talentless, solely because she can afford lovely things. If that were the case, every rich kid in the world would be dressed head to toe in tasteful pieces. Jane may be stinking rich but she definitely has talent in throwing things together, is sophisticated and I can see her as a successful stylist/editor in the future. Just because SoS gets shitloads of attention and all that jazz (YEAH HUH I just said "all that jazz"), it does not reduce her to a stuttering, talentless buffoon.

Okay, you're beginning to yawn and unfollow me, so I'll stop.

Ooh and this is my new style blogger obsession: Betty leblogdebetty.com

She's FAB, I'll tell ya.

I watched New Moon last Monday and WOW that was a bad movie.

Edward constantly wore more make-up than Bella, whined like an idiot and cried throughout. Bella is beyond slutty and a total bitch. Jacob is too beautiful to believe. Alice was adorable. The storyline was hopeless to the point of it getting nauseating. I was nearly crying into my popcorn.

I kid you not.

The whole movie was a boring charade of "I'm so brokenhearted because my boyfriend of a few months left that I scream as if I'm in labor every night" and "I did it to protect you" (EVERY character in the goddamned movie says this at least twice), "I love you so much, it hurts", "I'm a groovy vampire who sparkles, bitches!".

The word "BLAH" comes to mind.

How it had the biggest opening day in history, is beyond me. Whatever happened to the best movie of all time: The Virgin Suicides? Or you know, HARRY POTTER? Is there anything more exciting than coolass wizards/witches brandishing harmless looking wands that actually produce brilliant spurts of light and kill you? Yeah, let me answer that: NOTHING.

HP owns the Twilight saga. OWNS like cupcakes own cake.

Alright. Now I shall proceed to attempt to memorize the history of print culture.

YEAH, BITCHES I'M JUST THAT COOL.

LoveLoveLove,

Arushi

PS- R.I.P Brittany Murphy. The best die too soon.