Trussardi 1911, fall RTW 2010
Today eurotrash had an interview for a summer job in Spain. Full disclosure: she is ostensibly signing up for a position at a summer camp where she'll be teaching dance lessons and english to 10 year old spaniards that just so happens to pay for her roundtrip airfare and just so happens to allow her to extend her trip past snack times and organized rec...
In preparation for the interview this morning eurotrash was faced with the dreaded task of picking out an outfit, which she most certainly left 'til the last minute. In her mind it went a little something like this: dress trendy and don't get the job; dress like you don't know how to dress and you're hired! Why is it that proper interview wear is so banana republic? A pinstripe shirt, pencil skirt, pointy-toe pumps, A-line button down jacket and a Life brand handbag actually crossed my mind this morning. I knew that outfit would be the safest bet; I also knew that I would probably jump the subway tracks on the way there when I saw my reflection in every other person standing on the platform... So, against my better judgment, I put on a grungy pair of PINKO leather boots and my jeggings.
Why is it that once people see you know how to dress they write you off as incapable of anything else? I'll never forget the time one of my professors tried to make an analogy between Immanuel Kant and Kate Spade when I met with him to discuss a thesis proposal, as if I would better understand if he broke it down in terms of the fashion industry. The only reason I actually didn't understand was because, well frankly, who gives a rat's ass about Kate Spade anyway? I don't know her collection from Adam and I certainly didn't know about the polka-dot reference he was making to her aesthetic.
Now, if he had used Trussardi 1911, well then maybe I would've benefitted from such protean didacticism. Speaking of which, ever since its comeback this September, eurotrash has sort of fallen in love with the line's quasi-Chanel handbags. They've got that I-would-jump-the-subway-tracks-if-I-was-wearing-the-same-thing-as-you chic. Come to think of it, other than the big price tag, that's probably why I haven't made the back to back C plunge yet. But unlike the pinstripe shirt, a Chanel bag is definitely something you don't want to wear to an interview, because c'mon, you at least want to look as though you need a job.
Like Avatar, you don't need to actually watch the Oscars to feel as though you have. The front page of the newspaper, your iGoogle homepage and friend's facebook statuses all provided bits and pieces that by 10am this morning merged into your own personal version of last night's ceremony. As a self-proclaimed hater of over-hyping topical events, so much so that her two failed attempts to watch Avatar instantly became negligible after it lost best picture, eurotrash only wants to engrave into your minds two things from last night: Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin sharing a snuggie (this one's optional) and more importantly, Sarah Jessica Parker in Chanel couture.
