Fall is in the air

Yes, finally, the mornings are starting to be cool as I walk to work- there are still geese in the park...it must be fall.
That means many things to me...
1- Ragweed season, yet another of my allergies, I am left to question when I will be placed in a palstic bubble.
2- Time to start working out again so I can fit into a Halloween costume, like every year, I want to be Batgirl, or Bettie Page or some sort of Jungle Woman
3- Fall Fashion Vogue is on it's way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Over 1000 pages of yummy couture goodness.

So last night I was in bed with the bf- he was reading a Superman Archive, and I was reading Fall Fashion Elle (which is basically Low-Brow Vogue, but tasty nonetheless).

He would periodically tell me about what bitch-tastic thing Lois did to Clark Kent, while I would tell him that "skinny jeans" and ribbon necklaces were what was needed for me to get through the upcoming autumn season....though as I said this I did come to the full understanding that I do not have the body type for "skinny" jeans...

While reading, I came to an article about classic art, and how it is inspiring the current trends- they showed beautiful clothes, ripped straight from Pre-Raphealite paintings, models that looked like Waterhouse's Lady Of Shalott....I started to squeal, I've been in such a pre-raphaelite place lately...

I've even done some collage paintings inspired by that same art, I am right on the very pulse of what is hot- I am as cool as I pretend to be...

So I proceed to tell K. about this, showing him the images in the magazine, talking about the Pre-Raphealite movement, what it meant then, what it means now, and howit's connected to fashion, clothes, and art of today- I was met with juts a blank look...

"I don't know what you're talking about"...

what, how can that be, I was talking about this very concept the other day too...it's just now I had concrete proof that it was hot again...

"oh, yeah, well I wasn't paying attention the other day either...at first I thought you were talking about the Ninja Turtle...Raphael, but you weren't, so I stopped listening"

this, is why I love him...strange huh?

oh, and he gave me my purse, as an early present- a celebration of my un-birthday.