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Patricia Caro <patriciac@benefitcosmetics.com>
Mon, Nov 22, 2010 at 12:37 PM
It’s war at the makeup counter
Hi,
I read your blog post about your recent visit at a Benefit counter and I would love to help. Can you please let us know where this happened so we could follow-up? We really appreciate your feedback and want to improve your shopping experience with Benefit Cosmetics.
Best,
Patricia Caro
Customer Care Manager
U.S. Benefit Cosmetics
415-281-6504
F 415-520-6479
www.benefitcosmetics.com
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Dear Patricia,
I’m glad you want to help. My view is that a reprimand to this one sales assistant is not going to change things, nor will it undo my distress over the experience.
I would love to talk to you over the phone, and perhaps we can brainstorm.
My cellphone # is xxxxxxxxx
best,
xxxxxx (Sister Wolf)
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Patricia Caro <patriciac@benefitcosmetics.com>
Tue, Nov 30, 2010 at 9:35 AM
RE: It’s war at the makeup counter
Good morning [Sister Wolf]
My apologies for not getting back to you sooner, I was out of town for a few days with limited access to my email. Your comments and feedback were sent to the regional manager and she will take care of discussing this with the beauty advisor. If you would like for me to forward anymore comments or suggestions, please feel free to send it to me so I can pass it along.
Thank you and Happy Holidays!
Patricia Caro
Customer Care Manager
U.S. Benefit Cosmetics
415-281-650
415-520-6479
www.benefitcosmetics.com
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Huh? What did I miss? Suggestions?
Godammit, I was planning a dress-up-like-your-favorite-blogger style challenge but Bryanboy beat me to it with his Halloween Tavi. I grabbed this picture from twitter so it may not be his final choice but as you see, he has nailed it. Personally, I would have gone with the monolithic pink bow, but the icky layered scarves rule.
Isn’t it great that bloggers can swap roles this easily? I would like to see Sea of Shoes doing Halcoholic and Rumi doing Gala Darling. Karla should do Bryanboy and Tavi could do Diane Pernet. The possibilities are endless.
All you’d need to do me is a crappy black wig and red lipstick, with maybe a cane or a walker.
I have no plans for Halloween because my kid has a party to go to and I’m over it anyway. Years ago, I loved to open the door to groups of sweaty little kids dressed like gypsies and pirates and skeletons and ballerinas. All the kids on my street have grown up or moved away. Last year, I bought candy for trick-or-treaters and had to eat it all myself.
Too bad adults have taken Halloween away from children. Adults are refusing to grow up, and kids are bound to pay a price. I remember when Max was Darth Vader for Halloween, and when he was around 12, he was an Insurance Salesman. Charlie was once Frank Sinatra but nobody got it.
So I guess the blogger style challenge is pointless now. Unless we think we can out-Tavi* Bryanboy.
*copyright Bryanboy
When I first saw this photo of Tragic Fashion Boy, I felt a mixture of outrage and sorrow. It’s part of some fashion shoot but it looks like child pornography. Is it the bony little torso that makes it upsetting?
Here, he looks healthier. Sort of.
Tragic Fashion Boy as Twiggy, part of a boys-as-girls editorial in Candy magazine.
Here is a teenager who wanted to be part of the high-fashion scene, and has clearly achieved his goal. Is he being exploited, or is this a success story? What is your first reaction?
First they give her polio by photoshopping that leg. Then, if that’s not enough, they give her extensions!
I say, Let Goony be Goony! Don’t fuck with her.
I may have to write a heartfelt letter to Shopbop.
Meanwhile, meet two lessor Shopbop models: Kristen Stewart Girl and Jeniffer Aniston Girl.
Lately, I keep reading about “What Goes Around Comes Around,” a vintage clothing shop in New York where hipsters get their old jeans and military jackets.
The first time I heard about this place was a piece in Time Out about style mavens. The co-owner and “style director” of WGACA is a guy named Gerard Maione who exemplifies everything I hate in a man. You know, arrogant, vain, self-congratulatory, fame whore, perpetual five o’clock shadow a la Richard Nixon (or that guy in Entourage) and a preening fashion style.
Everything about his screams douche.
While I’m mad, let me also say how much I hate stores like this one. They’re selling an old Stones t-shirt for $795, which is just stupid. The real problem is that they ruin things for regular people who used to find treasures in thrift shops. Thrift shops are plundered by “pickers” who sell the good shit to vintage stores, and voila, there’s nothing left but Forever 21 and Old Navy crap. Fuckers.
I’m still mad!
How about this: a fatwa on “thrifting” as a verb. or “thrifted” as an adjective?
Here are Erin Wasson and a girl carrying either an elephant trunk or a dead emu. Whatever.
They were celebrating the Los Angeles opening of a Vanessa Bruno boutique, where, according to Refinery 29, “all the L.A. lasses had us scrambling to snap their insouciant style.”
All I knew about Diane Pernet is that she looks silly and has a blog, so tonight I took a longer look.
But I still can’t figure out what she’s trying to say with her costume.
I guess we’re not supposed to call it a costume, since she is never seen wearing anything else. Maybe we’re supposed to call it her Look…an expression of her individuality and eccentricity. If you check out some older photos, you will see that she had a distinctive hairstyle more than 2o years ago. Here she is in 1989:
Ooooh, wasn’t she pretty? I like the big messy hive. The horrible writer Tama Janowitz also sported this big messy hair back in 1986:
But Tama has tinkered with her look quite a bit since then.
Why has Diane made this costume her signature? Perhaps she is in mourning for her youth. Perhaps she wants to be easily identified, to make a strong impression. Whatever the reason, I want to know what she wears when she’s home alone. I want to know if she fears losing her identity without her costume. I want to know why no one has the nerve to call her out on it.
Is it easier to adopt a weird costume as an older woman than to struggle with your sagging face and body? Is it easier to wear a costume than to figure out how to look attractive and creative on a daily basis?
I’m aware that many designers and artists have a “uniform” they mostly adhere to, like Vera Wang or Patti Smith, to name just two. But I assume their choices are based on comfort, at least in part. Diane looks like she puts a lot of work into the Crazy Goth Widow thing. I don’t like it. It’s too cartoonish. Take it away!
Me, I have a uniform but it’s not as rigid and it’s based on comfort, as well as a resistance to experimentation. At least it doesnt require a head-dress.
What do you think about costumes as markers of identity, and how do you decide what is crucial to your look?
‘A long lost underground classic video from The What, the greatest band never heard. Originally titled “In Praise of Militant Feminism of the Most Exotic Varieties”, Bacchus Racchus takes us back to the Dionysian revelry of the golden age, utter abandonment and surrender, the sacred act of letting go and embracing freedom and pleasure.’
(Max on lead guitar, my nephew up in the tree and losing his eyeballs.)