This is what the quintessential Super-Fashionista...a.k.a. The Manzie, is wearing this fall. Fur knickers.
Faster than a speeding publicist…
More powerful than a glossy editrix…
Able to leap tall models in a single bound.
Look, up in the sky!
It’s a bird…
It’s a plane…
It’s Super-Fashionista.
Yes, Super-Fashionista, the new sub-human that has cropped up since the CFDA starting centralizing New York Fashion Week under the Tents at Bryant Park. Super-Fashionista. Once a lowly wanna-be…now a self-proclaimed stylist/blogger/insider/personal shopper. Two years ago, Super-Fashionista only wondered what it would be like to hang around the inner sanctum of fashion victim-land, a.k.a. the tents. Now, they are a welcome force to be reckoned with. Once relegated to having their nose pressed up against the glass…now they are sitting comfortably, and even front row. Ah…the internet. How it has moved our society forward, yet at the same time, not. It birthed a crop of Manzies that can make your skin crawl. I went to a fashion show last night and the amount of air-kissing that went on made me cringe. All I can say is: Hanger-on-ers of Real Housewives wearing “smart” berets need to be jailed, or ignored, not air-kissed.
