to close out New York Fashion Week, Gwen Stefani had the honor of doing so. my friends know how much i'm obsessed with this label. aside from the fact that i grew up listening to her as frontman for No Doubt, i basically idolized her as my hero ever since i first heard their second album ("The Beacon Street Collection") and fell crazy in love with their third ("Tragic Kingdom"), ALSO aside from the obvious truth that she can pull off platinum blonde hair with red lipstick
anddddd pull off chocolate hazelnut with red lipstick (see
Cool) i thought she was the coolest. chick. ever. EVER. (she still is). every year and every season, Stefani and her team produces orgasm-worthy salon shoes and the apparel isn't the least disappointing. she's a fine representation that we don't have to dedicate ourselves to one trend. one day, we can be a rockstar. the next day, a rasta "ragga muffin". and the next, a Charlie girl. we're entitled to transformation, even if that means we end up transforming 365 times a year. our kind is quite complex.
aahh! i love her!!!!
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Stefani with son Kingston after the finale |
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