America might be a country ruled by the people, but we do pay homage to a night ruled by the Red Carpet. Realizing that when the world around is in a rut of crisis recovery, a little escape from the mundane of reality is what every girl no matter the age, size, race, religion, or status needs. Even if that escape is just watching Hollywood beauties once a year in spectacular gowns hair and accessories dressed to the nines, bringing a little glamor to our living rooms from that certain colored carpet. Whether it was in their choice of designs, or the plain chance at striking a chord with my whimsical nature, these few women and their collaborating creators extraordinare hit a note of familiarity with me.

I am a tea lover as well as coffee. Especially the french Press brew that I daily partake in. At the mentioning of my significant other, I was inspired by this morning’s fog across our mountainous terrain, and my mind immediately recalled a scene from a movie adaptation of Wuthering Heights, where the ghost of Catherine tries to come through the window of Mr. Lockwood’s bedroom in what seemed to be a dream. Being alone, at night, at the time of cinematic experience, in conjunction with not being familiar with the writings of Emily Bronte, I did not expect this, and jumped clear out of my skin. The movie that I had rented with the preconceived idea of being in the style of Ms. Auten, of whom I adore, was nothing of the sort. I was frightened, excited, and completely drawn into the plot hook, line, and sinker. With this thought, why not have a night to celebrate autumns unsettling mood with a book club, or movie night with just the right food and ambiance.

Question: What is the connection between art and smoking.
I had begun to contemplate a rough draft of this subject in my head after stumbling upon a few pictures of some of my favorite beauties, and this chic pastime of leisure smoking. Even a nude of the gorgeous Gisele Bundchen, by Michel Comte was auctioned off at Christie’s for 98,000 sterling pounds. Then, when I saw a post of the collaboration of the great Marc Jacob and Kate Moss, my toilings were solidified.
Let me paint a picture.

If fashion is the current trend and look that everyone is wearing, wouldn’t it be liberating to show style, and wear your own look. Charles Fredrick Worth opened the first Haute Couture House in Paris 1858. There are many types of fashion categories to get into. Haute Couture is a strictly guarded term protected by law with many requirements for the design house to fulfill. It is the epitome of art in the fashion world and only a few women are privy to enjoy.From these fashion gods, Couture Designers, is the clothing that everyone wears originated. Remember the dialogue between Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway in the movie The Devil Wear’s Prada, when Miranda explains how the path of the inexpensive cerulean blue sweater she was wearing came directly from inspiration off the runways, trickled down through department stores, to her sweater. Designers set the stage and from their creativity, style is born. Style is something that is much more important than purchasing fashion straight from that racks and wearing it. Style is the ability to understand yourself, or someone else, and through clothing and accessories project the interpreted image of you. We now today more than ever have the creative freedom and ability to wear whatever we choose. We are no longer subjected to wearing a particular length of skirt or sleeve, no sleeves or skirt at all! All the rules have been broken and creative freedom and expression is at its peek.

Believing that there is some form of magic that occurs when paper meets pen no matter the art, I am a traditional girl in the sense that I will always be faithful and true to my undying devotion to the written word. I most definitely would not consider myself technology savvy in the least. So why I am going a stray, and having somewhat of an affair with my internet approach. The answer is simple….