Has everyone seen the pix of Sea’s gay boyfriend?!?!? God this makes me happy. What a gift, know what I mean?
Thanks for the heads up, andrea!
He’s so gay. They only way it could be more perfect is if her boyfriend was Tragic Fashion Boy.
Also I was wondering if mom of sea has been paying for his Margiela and suchlike too.
PS. in an aside I have noticed a terrible new word being used around the place on fashion blogs and in fashion magazines:
Apparently it means “glamorous grunge” but it sounds rather more unsavoury to me…
Have you seen this? Hope it helps!
You made me look at that blog. Now I feel like barfing. Dear God. That blog is seriously disturbed, laced with saccharine, vacuous and pukeworthy.
Finally I looked at this blog – it is appalling. I’m laughing so much about the boyfriend. But seriously do you think she would have sex or knows what sex is? Maybe she thinks a boyfriend is an accessory and perhaps he took the jacket in down payment of a few dates with no touching just shoe talk.
ooooooh, Skye’s link is FANFUCKINTASTIC!!
I think that they met in the recovery room, after the compulsory lobotomy. I’d usually comment “inbreeds” on images like this, but these are obviously not. If they ever grow up they might open their own shoe fetish sexless shop.
Skye: How do you find these things?? Unbelievable.
Well I think it’s sweet. They can share shoes. And knickers.
You were the first person I thought of when I saw the pictures. I knew you would laugh at them.
Maybe the boyfriend is the Levi Johnston of the fashion blogging world?
Skye: EXCELLENT link.
Even funnier is that if you attempt to follow the link from the article to his blog entry where he disses personal style blogs…it no longer exists. Wonder if there were a few tears about those comments or if he deleted it once he realised what Sea’s life revolved around.
Well, I think I figured out what happened:
Mom of Shoes: Jane… Come on, you can’t be wearing ALL that stuff in one day!
Sea: But mooooooooooooooom.. I really really really wanna wear all this crap at once. I’m wearing only 19 designers today… IT’S NOT ENOUGHHHH!!! MOOOOOOOM!!!!
Mom of Shoes: Oh shit Jane… you’re right. Something must be done… You need something… an accessory you can dress and carry around……. I KNOW!!
Mom of Shoes: Jane! This is your new boyfriend. I’ve just bought him because, you know, I have all this money to spend.
Sea: OOOHH MOM!!!! THIS IS SO CUUUUTEEEE!!! Come, I’ll dress you in Margiela and take pictures of you for my blog.
Boyfriend of shoes: wait a minute… you’re not a boy…. Tall blonde woman, you lied to me!!!!
I know it’s all shits and giggles, but just cause the boy looks like that doesn’t make him gay. I mean, he could be Persian Mafia or Haute Desi…or something else more racist instead of homophobic.
The only thing really disturbing about the Boyfie post on Sea are the comments–tons of thinly veiled Darwinist/Nazi gasps at the merest pigment mismatch there.
What kind of cretins read that blog, anyway? Well…I do. Mostly cause I used to be on a fashion community with Jane before she started her blog, and she would always comment on how I had the “best shoes” from “last season” or “two seasons ago Prada.” I realized she was just being descriptive and not sneering at my bargain basement gems, and that kind of fash haggery is hard not to love for a fag hag like myself (yeah…my boyfriend’s “gay” too…but so am I). Once, by chance I was staying at the same hotel as Jane and her mother (my mom is wannabe-nouveau-riche). I walked in the door wearing a Purim costume (don’t ask) and was lingering in the lobby trying to steal some wax fruit cause I thought it was real when the Shoes burst through the revolving doors and looked me up and down like they wanted to strip me and take my ethnic-ironic costume all no prisoners style. I’ve nearly never felt so raped. They even had a doorman bearing stacks of Nordi or Saks packages in tow–cartoonish, clueless, and unforgettable. Ah the aura of naive entitlement. I’m glad she didn’t recognize me, I have no idea why I recognized her pre-blog…but merciless shoe appraisal online and in person are pretty even as far as psychic frequency–sort of all white light flowing, messing up my mind electroshocks.
Skye – Glunge?!? Here is my current irritant: “moto” as in moto jeans, moto boots, it’s like a knife in my head each time I see it. The link is a godsend, xo
Moda – Forgive me. Misery loves company, right?
Make Do – If I tried to picture them having sex, I would snap. There’s NO WAY.
annemarie – Yep, but now that he’s famous, he’s blocked his twitter thingy.
dust – Hahahahahahahahaha!
K-Line – You subscribe to The Cut newsletter…lots of fascinating/sickening posts every day.
Sarah P – I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.
Meagan – Yay! I admit I was blissed out.
Ann – Don’t be mean to Levi!
Megan – HAHA, fantastic.
Natalea Hell – Did Mom tempt him with a huge animal shaped buckle???
Kate- From one fag-hag to another: I need you here. We all need you. Never leave.
Did she really described those shoes has “bloated” and “pregnant”. Good God.
as instead of has. Correction.
Oh dear, I just went over there (why?) and saw that the soulless little demon described Wim Wenders’ Paris Texas as “kinda lame”.
I no longer feel even the tiniest bit of guilt for mocking her boyfriend situation!
Constance – She may have used a thesaurus.
skye- Please, this is a guilt-free zone. I’m going to look, too.
I love how her fashion shoots take place in front of a sickening strip mall. Classy cunt.
You’re going to banish me, I know it, I know it, I know it. But I think he’s cute. Jane snagged a cutie.
And while I’m putting my head on the absolute chopping block, I’ll just say, I got the shoes you compared to a horses hoof. They are kind of hoof like, but when did something being ridiculous stop us from wearing it?
I don’t think there’s any problem with you saying that he is cute… because, you know, gay guys can be cute too…
I’m so relieved…
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