Idol of the Hour

Here are some reasons Lisa and I are utterly obsessed with Nicole Ritchie:

1. She has shrunken to about ¼ of her size, has the lollipop syndrome (big head a little body) and she still kicks Paris’ bony butt!

2. She has just been signed up to feature in Jimmy Choo’s latest media attack. What could be better than bargaining your self worth in pairs of shoes?

3. Nicole (yes we are on a first name basis) has single-handedly sculptured the giant bag/sunglasses/belt/dress look. Mind you, if she isn’t careful she might just trip and fall into her fabulous Fendi Spy and no one would know any better.

4. Ritchie (notice the first name has been replaced by her infamous surname) has not only found herself a slimming buddy, she has also found herself a fiancé who presented her with not one, but two equally fabulous bling rings.

5. Nicole has appeared on the Oprah show. Enough said.

6. If nothing else is impressive about our pint sized princess, she alone, knows the “Truth about Diamonds”

Happy Birthday To You...

Some would say that 13 is an unlucky number, but in our hearts and heads, we all know that someone very special (and I mean this in the non-medical way) was born on the 13th of March. Happy Birthday Katina! After 14 years of friendship, we just wanted to wish you the loveliest birthday, may you get everything you wished for and may this year be filled be fabulous days and even sexier nights.

This weekend saw us celebrate Katina’s 24th birthday dinner at La Vigna, our favorite restaurant in the Italian Forum. A small group of us braved the night and the distance and headed out for drinks at Vanilla room (a hop, skip and jump from the Forum). After a game of Dare (this game is the half sister of Truth or Dare, without the truth part), a few drinks and some not so subtle camera antics it was time for the ladies to call it a night. And what better way to end the night but to be surprised with a convoy of motor bikes that raced past us. We played up the attention as we unanimously agreed; there is nothing hotter than a man on a bike…

*Happy Birthday Kat!*

more pics here

(bottom right are all the great bikes)

Why Not the Nice Guy?

Over many hours and many more liters of coffee, my friends and I deliberated on why we always seem to go for the mean men? Why it is, that we find ourselves attracted to the boys that bark and the men who hardly know we exist?

On a particularly unproductive day at work, I wondered over to one of my collogue/friend’s desk and decided to distract her. She is a sexy, smart fashionista who I conveniently discovered, shares my taste in men. As I sat at her desk, we giggled and blushed as we forced each other to reveal our secret work crushes. After scrolling through the list of arrogant and sexy traders, the confident and edible sales boys and who could forget the nerdy techies with their mysterious glasses (yes the glasses are an abnormal attraction I know, but we settled on the fact that they create an air of mystery, or something of that nature), I came to the conclusion that we ladies are attracted to the bad boys.

In high school, it was the bad boy with his uniform altered to an inch of its life, he smoked (I hate smokers now) and he jigged school, but there was something about him that made my heart skip a beat. At uni, it was the guy who drove the fastest car, rode the speediest motorbike and never paid for a thing, he too, made my heart race. And now, it’s the sexy suites, the arrogant, cocky boy’s boy that makes me bite my bottom lip. Why are we attracted to the meanies?

I have a friend who is a sexy, wonderfully sensitive and passive aggressive guy. He dresses only in Saba or Caliber and when I am around him, I am completely at ease. Yet given the stats, I do not find myself attracted to him. Are we incessantly trying to personify the saying “treat them mean, keep them keen”? Why not the nice guys? Are we saving the nice ones for marriage? I certainly hope so, because this is starting to become a very bad indulgence.