Word: valentinos
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...here she is, crossing the tarmac in a pair of Cole Haan boots, showing up at Ground Zero in what definitely looks like an Akris Punto jacket (the average price of which runs in the $2,000 plus range), and delivering her speech at the Republican convention in a Valentino jacket. Ka-CHING...
...Tracey Schmitt, has dismissed the hoopla surrounding the Republican vice-presidential candidate's shopping sprees (or rather, her stylist's shopping sprees) and added that the clothing would all be donated to charity anyway (at the stroke of midnight). What is a charity going to do with an old Valentino jacket that doesn't have much resale value anyway? And, more importantly, why does a "no-frills" middle class hockey mom from Alaska need to buy designer clothing when there are fantastic facsimiles to be found at one tenth of the price at places like Zara, Ann Taylor, and Banana...
...gang- bangers' reign of terror. Last Spring in Villanueva, a shantytown on the edge of San Pedro Sula, homeboys, high on crack, raped and killed a young teenage girl and her mother, hacking their breasts off. The screams brought neighbors who, according to Villanueva police chief Valentino Sandoval, "more or less lynched the gang". After that, there was no shortage of armed men volunteering for nightly anti-gang patrols...
...They're vital and craggy in this film. Faces jump off the screen and leech into your memory. Homer, a round-faced Freddy Fender type, and Tommy, the Valentino wannabe, and Yvonne, despair stamped on her prettiness. At the Ritz, bit players become stars for a second, like the toothless gent sucking on a beer bottle. Mackenzie's sense of portraiture is less stark and sensational than that of his contemporaries Robert Frank, Diane Arbus and Weegie, less hagiographic than the work of his predecessor Edward Curtis (whose photographs of Amerindians provide the film's opening montage). He just knows...
...summertime.This past summer, on my first day of work as an intern at Men’s Vogue, my best outfit consisted of a pair of Dolce & Gabbana navy-blue trousers, a thin wispy dress shirt by Ralph Lauren (worn with a silk knit tie), and a pair of Valentino grayish-tan lace-ups that I got for free when my PR exec boss of the previous summer told me “buy something for yourself” at the Barney’s warehouse sale. Today, when I think about all the changes...