• Hubris,  Sight

    Botox is for feminists

    If your face is cracking and there is a way to stop it from cracking, why would you continue to let it crack?  That is the millennial equivalent of the if-a-tree-falls-in-the-forest question.  With plastic surgery being as ubiquitous as fashion people using the word ‘everything,’ I am surprised by my waffling opinion.  Some days I’m down with it.  Bring on the Botox!  Fire up the Fraxel Laser!  Other days I am flying the flag of feminism while angrily deriding all who seek to marginalize women with their limited, fantasy-based pablum. Bring on the Botox!  Fire up the Fraxel Laser!                      …

  • Gluttony

    Dining en Blanc

    I participated in my first flash mob.  No, I was neither singing nor dancing.  I mobbed in the manner I mob best – by eating.  Le Dîner  en Blanc converged on the grounds of the Art Institute for its first dinner in Chicago last Friday. As the name suggests, white was the theme.  All white everything from the tables, chairs and tablecloths to the picnic baskets, suits and frocks.  So since I love a theme almost as much as I love a surprise, I donned my first pair of white shoes since lace ruffle ankle socks and Easter speeches. The way it works is that members are only told a…

  • Avarice,  Gluttony

    Six White Dresses for All White Everything

                  slip dress | one shoulder stunner | this dress | anchor’s away | winged wonder | goddess maxi So it is said that Monday, September 3 is the last day of this year that white can be worn unless maybe you’re a nurse stuck in a uniform time warp.  Although I normally won’t let anybody who’s not contributing to the daphne debauchee wardrobe fund tell me what to wear and when, I’ll play along.  You look kind of dumb in January wearing a white cotton eyelet mini-dress with your snow boots. So as the official end of summer nears and that awesome three…

  • Uncategorized

    fringe benefits / they jinglin’, baby

    I really love fringe and I’m blaming 80’s Stevie Nicks.   Each strand of fringe waves hello as you approach and shimmies goodbye as you depart. There’s a look-at-me quality.  Fringe is very easily the spirit fingers of clothing detail. What’s not to love? Since I’d prefer not to look like an automated car wash or a Hair extra, I have to choose my fringe wisely.    Judicious use of fringe is the hallmark of a person whose fashion sensibilities are firmly planted in the here and now. So the fringe I choose and that I love most is attached to my handbags. However, all fringe handbags are not created equal.  Only…

  • Uncategorized

    cheap trick / holy skincare

    As you may have surmised, I enjoy my expense ish.  This enjoyment bleeds into every area of my life and that includes skincare and beauty items.  Hell no, I don’t want NYX.  I want Nars.  Aveeno!  Are you crazy?  I only use Perricone. Of course, it’s cool to say that I use Creme de la Mer moisturizer and dr. brandt pore refiner. However, as I and my skin care needs have matured, I find that some beauty maladies can be remedied without throwing a ton of cash at them.  As a matter of fact, some lower-priced, drug store products work better. Behold the holy trinity of beauty on a dime: Amlactin…

  • Avarice

    the bigger the better

    Giant bags as a fashion statement may be so eight years ago, but I am still captivated by their allure in 2012.  I don’t feel right unless my bag is knocking merchandise off the tables and hip checking passersby as I examine possible new bag purchases at Dose Market.  Hell, I gotta lotta stuff. I love me some them.  What do you think? Clockwise from the right: Reed Krakoff ‘Gym’ Leather Tote / M Z Wallace ‘Metro-Large’ Nylon Tote / Bottega Veneta Nero Patchwork Intrecciato Nappa Lido Bag / Bottega Veneta Shadow Intrecciato Nappa Convertible Bag / Cast of Vices Corner Store Leather Tote / Acne Piers Tan tote /…

  • Gluttony

    closing ceremony / pimm’s cup

    I love a celebration, so I tend to create excuses to celebrate.  Blame my mother for making me an only child for so long.  I had a shitload of imaginary friends, parties and conversations, but that’s another story.  The excuse du jour is the Olympics closing ceremony. I’m not celebrating the culmination of weeks of international excellence in sport or the victory, agony and defeat.  I am celebrating the end because I am sick of it all.  After gymnastics, I’m pretty much done.  Ryan Lochte just isn’t my cup of Earl Grey.   So I had an evening planned that centered around toasting the end of the Olympic takeover of all…

  • Uncategorized

    daphne debauchee gets schooled, part deux

    In less than ten minutes, our instructor, I’ll call her Felicia, began rearranging our host’s furniture to create auditorium seating.  “Sweetie” began passing out three prong folders, condoms, paper plates, grapefruit and knives.  What the what? I thought we were sucking, not cutting.  I can’t imagine any man feeling very sexy if he sees you whip out a knife from your goody drawer.  Nobody’s feeling that Lorena B shit.  Anyhoo and sip. She then set up her speaking area in the front of her makeshift classroom.  She arranged dildos, condoms, DVDs, t-shirts, jewelry, books and whatnot on the table where our host serves her children’s toaster streudel in the morning. …

  • Avarice,  Sight,  Uncategorized

    summer sucks / i dream of fall

        vBecks leather legging 1. sweet sweater, cuff, pussy platforms 2. best blouse evah, phurry patchwork perfection , ring, super ring, blue suede boots, crossbody classic 3. jacket, stripes, necklace/bow tie, clutch, shoes/spats As the perspiration glistens on my skin while commuting downtown only to be greeted by indoor temperatures equivalent to those of the Arctic, I dream of fall.  Because I hate summer.  Yeah, I said it.  Hate may seem like a strong word even though there are a few things I enjoy about summer – al fresco dining, the giddiness on the faces of city dwellers, street festivals.  But none of those things make up for 90+ temps, not knowing how to dress appropriately for work and the ubiquity of flip flops.…

  • Lust

    daphne debauchee gets schooled, part one

    On a Friday after a very long week working on a very stressful and a not-so-very  rewarding project, I attended a fellatio class. A girlfriend invited me.  It was hosted by a friend of hers, sort of a Tupperware/Pampered Chef party of pleasure.  Sure I had my thoughts, questions and reservations. “Hell, I could TEACH this class.” As Kanye/Beyonce said, “I gotta big ego…” daphne debauchee has a stadium sized one. “This is kinda like a lame ass episode of Real Sex.”  But, don’t you miss that series? I learned sooo much.  If you’re listening, HBO, bring it back.  Please. Or, more like a rekindling of Sex and the City’s Was…