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October 30th 2003 Attention all Goth kids…. In honor of Halloween, HOLLYWOULD is having a sale on everything black in our NYC store. Everything black will be an Additional 15% Off, even if it’s already on sale! Isn’t that spoooooky? I think so. The great part about it is that even our most rockin’ styles are on sale. The Verushka boot, for example, which has become fall’s #1 favorite of the supermodel set, will be on sale in black. So, if you ever contemplated buying a gorgeous pair of black shoes or fabulous black handbag from HOLLYWOULD, don’t delay as this sale ends Oct 31st! (See all styles on the “Collections” page of the website). Happy Halloween!
October 27th 2003 Finally in Florence after a bit of an adventure. I caught my cab as usual, right outside my door in Greenwich Village, and told the nice Pakistani man (I am not making assumptions he was from Pakistan just because he drove a cab. He told me.) to take me to JFK. Well, half-way to the airport he got an urgent phone call, pulled over the cab, and told me to “get out now!” What? In the middle of the Queens Projects with not a taxi in sight? Try as I might to argue some sense into the man he refused to budge. He said he had some sort of “emergency” and could take me no further. At this point I knew I would certainly miss my flight, but had no choice but to abandon the cab with three suitcases in tow and head to the corner. Ah, where was the glamour of Palm Beach (see Oct 23) now? Eventually I managed to bribe a passing “Off Duty” cabbie by waving $20 bills in his face, and was off to JFK, much too late to catch my plane. Now, I’ve been known to miss a flight or two, so I’m fully aware of the fact that the punishment is harsh no matter what the sob story. They usually make you buy a new ticket with same-day purchasing penalties, which in this case would be $3600 I would frankly rather spend on Valentino. However, I knew my Valentino argument wouldn’t work with the ticket agent (I’ve tried it before) and had only 10 minutes in the cab to think of a new tactic. I could try (a) Insanity, or (b) Seduction. Since I have tried “Insanity” many, many times to no avail, I decided to go for “Seduction”. After all, it was Air France and “Seduction” is a French word, no? So, I glossed my lips, brushed my hair, practiced raising my eyebrow whilst licking my lips, and unbuttoned my shirt just a notch. (Mom, there was $3600 at stake. $3600 could feed so many of your World Vision families and I was thinking of them. Plus, my shirt was buttoned high for “winter weather” and I just unbuttoned it to “summer weather” level. No cleavage, I promise.) Anywho, as I sauntered up to the ticket agent man getting ready to use my raspiest sex-pot voice he took the ticket from my hand, entered something in the computer, and said, “OK, you can take the next flight out in one hour. Same class, no charge.” and handed me back my new ticket … without even looking up! Vive l’ Air France! October 23rd 2003 Leslie and I are here in Palm Beach for a “Footwear Summit”. If that sounds dull, let me tell you that we are staying at the Four Seasons right on the beach, and that our company includes the CEO of Manolo Blahnik, and many other big wigs I’ve only dreamt of meeting. And, we’ve managed to take a few breaks here & there to hit up Miami’s hot spots and do some Palm Beach shopping. So much to tell, it won’t fit on a page. There are also lots of people here from sneaker companies, which is my second favorite topic in the world and is completely fascinating. In a nutshell, did you know that Reebok is taking over the world? Yes, it’s true, Nike needs to watch their back these days. Aside from being the official sponsors of Jay Z, 50 Cent, and Fabolous (need I say more?), Reebok is also now the ONLY official sponsor of the NFL and NBA. Dang, son. I knew those Reebok aerobic high-tops were da bomb way back when, but who knew they were poised for a “rebound”? That was such gay shoe talk… I have to stop. October 21st 2003 Like last night Erin & I were lucky enough to attend the GQ Men of the Year Awards. Awww Yeah. It was basically the two of us with Justin Timberlake, P.Diddy, Jay Z, Pharell, Dave Grohl, Adrien Brody and Orlando Bloom. Unfortunately, none of the boys knew we were there as we were seated in the back of the room with the camera men, but it was still a thrill. Those live awards shows are crazy. Did you know that even though they set all of the tables for “dinner” with 5 forks and 5 wine glasses for each person, they never feed you? There was one “first course” that looked like a piece of cake but was made of peppers and cheese and nothing else came. My table was full of “Awards Show Veterans” who informed me that the table decor is just props, and that we were actually not going to be fed. So, all the food you see at the Emmys, etc is “prop food”. No one actually eats. They don’t even let you drink. Crazy, huh? If you didn’t see the show, you can watch it (over and over) on Spike TV. I like Spike TV because they have that cool car show and the show Joe Shmoe, which was created by a childhood friend of mine (shout-out to the Reese Family). I even got to meet the “star” at the awards. If you didn’t seen Joe Shmoe, you missed out on some quality reality TV. Anyway, the awards show rocked, Justin Timberlake is a fox, and we all headed to the afterparty. Like any NYC Awards Show Afterparty, the room was divided into two groups: (1) the celebs who stood by the bar and socialized with each other and their stalkers, and (2) the Rastafarian limo drivers who chose to boogie on the dance floor. Despite the fact that Erin begged me to come meet the celebs, I just couldn’t help but dislike all of them for not choosing to get on some groove. C’mon, you gonna stand around and chat while they play Sean Paul? I don’t think so. Eventually she dragged me away from my new Rastafarian pals and over to meet Gabrielle Union, who we love, is gorgeous, and wears HOLLYWOULD. Gabs rules. Then we met Charlize Theron, who was…vague, but I can’t blame the poor gal as she was being pulled in every direction. And then, back on the dance floor, we met Mya who totally rocks the Kasbah. I felt weird bothering any of the hottie boys because boys don’t want to know about shoes, so we left the party and headed for my favorite wasted spot, Lit. At Lit the night gets blurry but I do remember arguing about fashion with Matt Damhave (formerly of “I.O.C.”, unfortunately not “The O.C.”, but whatevs). I love anyone who takes fashion seriously and likes to argue about what kind of stitching is more “couture”, so it was pretty much the highlight of my evening other than all of the above. Was out ‘till 5am. It’s now 9am. May still be drunk and must get on yet another plane in two hours. At least it’s Palm Beach this time. October 18th 2003 Whenever I return from traveling I come back to a stack of mail a mile high. I always immediately open all fancy invitations and put all boring mail back into the pile for as long as possible. Well, today when I saw the thick envelope from Metro Goldwyn Mayer, I opened it to gasps and applause from all the girls in the office. There, in living color, was a poster-size photo of one of the hottest celebrity boys alive….holding a stack of HOLLYWOULD shoes. You see, HOLLYWOULD shoes are going to be in an upcoming MGM movie, but I can’t tell you more than that. Unfortunately, along with this beautiful photo was a very strict confidentiality agreement begging me not to say a word until the day the movie premieres. Girls, this is going to be soooo hard. Without giving away any names or plot I will tell you this: It’s a movie that involves shoes and the leading man is a stone cold fox. Will keep you posted just as soon as it hits the theaters. In the meantime you might want to rent Black Hawk Down. Stone cold fox. October 16th 2003 I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Los Angeles is the best town on the planet. My fervent adoration for LA has caused many a drunken quarrel with narcissistic New Yorkers, lofty Londoners, and pompous Parisians, but the fact of the matter is that anyone who does not agree with me simply does not know LA. I would be happy to educate you about LA’s superiority, but since it has more to do with local history, foliage & architecture than shopping, nightlife & celebs, I’m afraid we might all get bored. So, let’s stick to what’s important, like Ashton Kutcher’s restaurant Dolce. Since I know any HOLLYWOULD girl worth her shoes subscribes to US Weekly, In Touch, & People, I know I don’t have to fill you in on Dolce. (Mom, Dolce is a restaurant opened by the young boy who Demi Moore babysits/dates. Remember? You think he wears “horrible clothing” and “needs a haircut”.) Anyway, last night we went out to dinner and couldn’t resist hitting up Dolce. I think it is an unwritten law that at least one cast member from the WB and/or Fox must be there at all times, but our star of the night was the lovely Jennifer Love Hewitt. I consider JLo Hewitt to be serious “A List” ever since seeing her Oscar-worthy performace in ‘Can’t Hardly Wait’, so it was quite a thrill. Speaking of celebs, today while hanging out in the lobby of the Regent Beverly Wilshire I ran into an old flame of mine, who was a very famous actor when I dated him, and has since become a producer. If you’re wondering who he is, here are some hints: When we dated, he was the leading star of a #1 movie, the host of a well known television show, and the spokesman for a well known food product. He also rode a float in the Macy’s Day Parade and mentioned me as “his girlfriend back home” in the New York Times. We spent most of our dating time playing Atari, kick-the-can, and foosball. We never even kissed (gross!), and our relationship began to fall apart due to scheduling conflicts with my riding lessons and his television travel. And, if all of this sounds strange it really isn’t – we were only 9 years old! Who is it? Peter Billingsley, also known as A Christmas Story’s “Ralphie”, Real People’s host, and Hershey Chocolate’s “Messy Marvin”. That’s right, at nine years old I was the lucky girl who “dated” Messy Marvin. Such a claim to fame. Peter is now working with Vince Vaughn on God-Only-Knows-What movies that I’m sure will be fantastic. You never know who you’ll run into in Beverly Hills. October 13th 2003 I grew up in Arizona. I have been here for the last few days, and despite the fact that I don’t consider myself a true “New Yorker”, coming home to Arizona is a bit of a culture shock. For those of you who think that anyone who calls Arizona a “culture shock” is just trying to act like a fancy talkin’ city slicker, let’s just start with radio stations. In NYC, there is not one single station devoted to Country music. I know this because it deeply grieves Maggie, our token Alabamian on the HOLLYWOULD staff. Maggie would be happy to know that in Arizona, 50% of all radio is Country. And, since the other 50% is Classic Rock, I have spent the week enjoying many long lost gems, such as “Magic Carpet Ride” and “Witchy Woman”. Arizona radio has always been this way. I’m proud to come from a state that can still get excited for a whole morning of “Full Throttle Scorpions” and 48 hours of “Getting’ the Led Out Weekend”, every single weekend. How much Zepplin can there be? If I still lived here, I would definitely choose to embrace it. I mean really, who doesn’t look good in a nice pair of jean shorts? What gal can’t learn to live with a man with a tail & mustache? What’s so bad about a jacked up truck with KC lights and bull horns on the hood? Is there anything wrong with using neon croakies to keep your Oakleys on your head while you “tube” down the river? No. Arizona rules. If you’re wondering why I’ve come home to Arizona for the week, the reason is simple: I’m a baby. I needed to get my wisdom teeth pulled and thought I couldn’t bare to do it without my mom. I was right. Whoever told me that getting wisdom teeth pulled “kinda sucks” is such a liar. For the record, it totally and completely sucks. And, the person that said I would “kinda have chipmunk cheeks for a day” is also a liar. My face looks like the Nutty Professor and it’s been 5 days. The only part I was looking forward to was the fact that I would at least get to pretend I was Rush Limbaugh and abuse pain killers for a week, but since the pain killers made me sick I haven’t even gotten to do that. So here I am drinking my 37th smoothie wondering why on earth God gave us wisdom teeth in the first place. God, why? Oh and last but not least …. Our local HOLLYWOULD favorite Selma Blair was shopping at HOLLYWOULD in NYC this weekend! Our store manager Rachel emailed to tell me that she was “totally cute, totally sweet, and even prettier in person than on film”! We love you Selma! October 8th 2003 Have you seen the new ads for Harry Potter? They’re in all the newest magazines (US Weekly, etc) and feature a “fashionable” girl in a “fashionable” store, which happens to be…..HOLLYWOULD! If you’ve ever been to our NYC store, you will recognize it in the ad immediately. And if you’re wondering why Harry Potter chose to shoot their campaign at HOLLYWOULD, you’ll have to brush up on your diary reading (see July 2). It seems our friends who publish Harry Potter were amused by the fact that I deemed HP unacceptable reading for the 30-something crowd, and they have set out to prove me wrong…..in my own shop! They were actually very nice and even paid to use our store as a backdrop, so I guess that Secret Crush was good for something after all. I think I love Harry. Last night was the “First Annual HOLLYWOULD Family Dinner”. By “family”, I mean all HOLLYWOULD employees (there are 9 of us!), and in true HOLLYWOULD form it was a night to remember. Sadly, so much booze was consumed that most of us actually won’t remember anything more than the appetizers, but I do recall some seriously intellectual dialogue over the main course and desert. My favorite conversation was the unanimous decision that Puff Daddy should run for President. We all agreed that we would vote for Diddy despite our varying political allegiances, and that we would make a rule that from now on in our office he would not be referred to as “Sean Combs”, “Puff Daddy”, or “P. Diddy”, but simply as “Future President”. The other conversation, which was actually a heated debate, was regarding the future of the marriage of Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey. For the record, I absolutely LOVE them, think it will last, and can’t wait for the 50 year anniversary reunion. There are some people who seem to disagree, but their opinions don’t matter. By 11:30pm the restaurant was begging us to leave, and because it was a school night we all* decided it would be wise to hit the hay and were fast asleep by midnight. *except for a few employees who stayed out until 5am. But, who am I to judge? After all, they were only living up to the HOLLYWOULD standard. October 6th 2003 What a weekend! Friday began with news that Nicole Kidman will be wearing HOLLYWOULD in an upcoming fashion spread (!), Mary J. Blige will be wearing HOLLYWOULD in her upcoming video (!), and . Britney Spears & Madonna, may be wearing HOLLYWOULD in an upcoming video they are working on . together (!!!). All kissing aside, Brit & Madge have had some defining fashion moments, so were hoping theyll wear HOLLYWOULD as this video is sure to be a fantastic piece of pop culture history. Saturday night, as many of you know, was a huge birthday bash for not one, but four girls on HOLLYWOULD staff (Leslie, Ashley, Maggie, & Erin). Now, it may sound like weve got a gigantic staff here, but the truth is that almost everyone who works at HOLLYWOULD was born in the same week. Ive never been one to buy into horoscopes, but it does seem strange that I have surrounded myself with nothing but Libras. Not surprising since Libras main character traits, like any HOLLYWOULD girl, are that they: (a) love beautiful things, (b) like to be the center of attention, and (c) are extremely social. The Libra party went on until the break o dawn, and despite the fact that I had promised to hold a Wade Robson style dance-off, I decided to hit the hay early due to jet-lag and the fact that people kept telling me I looked exhausted. Thanks guys. Well have to wait for the next party to practice our Wade Robson moves. On Sunday I headed uptown, to my pal Kate Schelters house for a tea party. For a downtown girl who considers Gramercy Park all the way uptown, heading to the Upper East Side (81st St!) was quite an adventure. Since Kate is a fashion girl, we were all told to wear tea party attire which I think was meant to inspire pretty dresses and dinner jackets. However, for some warped reason I translated tea party attire into an Alice in Wonderland/magic mushroom/Janis Joplin theme and hence showed up looking like someone who owns a bead shop and likes to smoke the hookah. Luckily, the fashion crowd wasnt fazed and were all looking forward to Kates next themed soiree. October 1st 2003 Viva la Salma! Thats right, Mexicos loveliest export, Salma Hayek, has recently become a HOLLYWOULD girl! Shell be wearing our shoes in upcoming spreads in some of our favorite magazines, so when you see pictures of Salma, we know its hard, but look to her feet. If you havent noticed, Salma is the girl of the moment with her fabulous new movie, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, and her hotter-than-fire boyfriend Josh Lucas (who has his own shrine in our office). We love you Salma! In other news, we are very excited to announce that HOLLYWOULD will soon be available in the very finest stores all over the world! As of this spring, you will be able to buy HOLLYWOULD on all your shopping trips to London, Moscow, Dubai, Riyadh, Paris, Athens, Munich, Jakarta, Manila, Tokyo, Osaka, Kobe, Auckland, and even Lagos, Nigeria! And, if youre in London this fall you can find our favorite fall styles at Harrods, who even has one-of-a-kind items made especially for their store! If you havent been to Harrods shoe department in a while, it has just been revamped and is definitely worth a trip on the Concorde for the day. Now, if youre worried that were in danger of losing our in-the-know cult status, fear not. We know our HOLLYWOULD girls dont want to be seen in the same shoes as every two-bit mall shopper at the party, so weve become very picky (dare I say, snobby) about selling to even fewer stores and being even harder to find in the USA. The only drawback is that our hottest styles become extinct within minutes of hitting the shelves, but I think youll agree that this is a better problem than seeing them on every girl in the street. And, if you really want the inside scoop..the most recent style on the verge of extinction is the famous HOLLYWOULD Legwarmer Boot (see photo) which hasnt even hit our store and has a wait-list a mile long. If youre thinking this is a style you would like, there are only three stores in the world that have them so you need to act fast and place your Legwarmer Boot order today: Bergdorf Goodman, NYC (212)872-8941 Jaime, Nashville (615)383-9494 HOLLYWOULD (212)343-8344 (x. 2) Good luck! |
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