Today I am obsessed with: The Rachel Zoe Project season 3. I know, I know. I'm a bit slow jumping back on the Zoe bandwagon (the series was on TV in about August?). But I've been busy. And now I am back to being obsessed. It's ba-nanas.
Update: friends and family members alike are somewhat less than thrilled to be met with a Rachel Zoe revival. Apparently, repeated exclamations of "I. Die." and "Ohmygod. That is BA-NANAS", particularly when combined with the requisite (and very poor) imitation of a Californian drawl and flamboyantly emphatic hand gestures, are not conducive to Holiday Rest*.
Idiot blood relatives aside, the rest of us need to embrace the madness that is RZP. She is so awful that she somehow manages to loop back on herself and become fabulous. And, of course, she comes with a matching Brad**. I die.
ps. Ok. I told a lie. I don't own the Alexander Wang Diego bag. I don't even own the £750 needed to own it. But if I did, I'd be rocking it today.
*In a similar vein, repeatedly screeching "I whip my hair back and forth" and accompanying said screech with a limb-flail that can only be described as epileptic chicken-esque before collapsing into a heap of drunken giggles does NOT ensure a successful day of Christmas merriment. Who knew? My sister and I employed this technique for a good five rounds before our festive hair-whipping actually broke my grandfather's hearing aid. We laughed. He didn't.
**UPDATE: so, it turns out that I am far more behind the times than previously thought. According to The Internet, Brad "absolute MUST HAVE addition to my friend repertoire" Goreski has LEFT the RZP. Ohmygod (or, my current favourite: Shut. The Front. Door).
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