Blogs are too difficult to write.

Well, that last entry was a BUST. It took me five whole hours to do it and it looks like shit on at least one of my four different available computer that I have to use. If that made me sound wealthy, it was misleading, although my sister does have a strange new device which she calls a macbook. It enjoys taking my picture while I use it. I've haven't really ever felt more violated in my life by a machine, except my sewing machine on occasion, but that's purely accidental. Either, I want to list a few of my favorite designers. I think I tried this a while ago and it didn't work. Most likely the failure was caused by the fact that I tried to use photographs. I won't make that mistake again.

Anna Sui-One of my earliest favorites. I like her because although much of the time I find her clothing ridiculous and a little too harajuku-thriftstore-punk-blah, I am also never bored with her. I always enjoy looking through her pieces, picking out which seperate components of her outrageous outfits are destined for rip-off by other designers, forever21, etc. Honestly, for such a seemingly modest fashion house, she perhaps holds some of the greatest influence over the U.S. and British fashion industries. Hell, half the couture collections look like Sui with longer skirts and more frivolity.

Miuccia Prada-Another of my favorites because she always manages to grow on me, and the fashion world as well. Besides being the one of the few garment-focused designers who hold some SERIOUS ground in the shoe market--it is rare to see a season where her shoes are not constantly popping up in Vogue, her ideas are possibly the most refreshing in fashion. Whenever I finish looking at a Prada show, I feel somewhat...tingly, like a cool vapor has just brushed over my body. Her love of fucking with fabric, however, is my favorite aspect of her. Coats with ombre blended fabrics, 3D lace, pleated hoop esque skirts have been HUGE hits in my book, and seemingly the rest of the fashion worlds, even if, at first glance, the things seem to be trainwrecks.

Yves Saint Laurent-I'm still looking through his work, but from what I see, I LOVE.

Stefano Pilati-I doubt that his generation of new designers has a match for him. Even Marc Jacobs, king of the American avant garde, could learn a thing or two from Pilati. This man lands a spot on my list for not only honoring the asthetic of his house's founder, but for also creating looks that will most likely land him the same kind of revere that Saint Laurent himself has earned. Anyways, onto his clothes. Breathtaking. With the precisely perfect amounts of originality, simplicity, elegance, and beauty, his clothes are nearly flawless. He tends to be another one to grow on the fashion world, and one who it can always turn to in a time of need. He understatedly sensual silohuettes breathe new life into what is considered sexy by the world, and the thought that goes into say, something like a giant, voluminous coat that still flatters a woman's body and acknowledges it's existence is simply genius.

Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez-I wish I were these boys. Honestly. A senior thesis collection in BARNEY'S, spreads everywhere, international fame as the next big thing, revered for bringing "chic" back to the U.S.--that's got to be a lot to handle for a pair of twentysomethings. And on top of that they just keep getting better and bette at what they do. The boys have a sense of wit that is matched by few--taking menswear from all different time periods and revamping it into classy, youthful womenswear--and a patternmaker that many would kill to have. But anyways, I'm going to stop and go to sleep now, I'll gab about the Proenza Schouler Boys another day.