what, you like the way i walk?

korea has been a first for many things.  my first job, my first trip to asia, my first taste of kimchi, my FIRST FASHION SHOW!!!

it is fashion week in seoul and the husband of a friend of a friend was able to get tix for me and said friend, but she was unable to go, so i took another friend and had a blast.  we went to the fall/winter 09 collection for moon young hee, apparently a somewhat famous korean designer (i had no idea who she was).  but we had vip tix and were able to snag third row seats, close to where the models come out.  the clothes were unique, lots of blacks and somber colors, yet there were several contrasting white numbers.  the show had a somewhat dreary, depressing feel, yet still pretty dope to be there.  

there were a couple korean movie stars there (again, no idea who they were). 

i want to be in the fashion industry.  it was so exciting, so much energy.  so superficial, but oh so fun.

and while we are on the topic of fashion and all things trite, i was mistaken for a fashion designer this afternoon.  and i got kicked out of a store for it.  there is this lovely purse store, rabeanco, across from my salon.  i have been in three or four times and love their bags.  i am just not sure which one i want, and that is why i have left without a bag three or four times.  i walked in today to get mj's opinion on a bag (we had a trip to the salon, as it was my day off).  the lady started talking to mj and soon the conversation had escalated to a rather loud voice.  she was yelling at mj and telling her that we were stealing design ideas.  mj said we were just looking.  the woman said, 'fine buy a bag right now and get out.'  i was just wandering around, clueless as to what was going on.  pretty soon we had been kicked out.

obviously, i am the designer and mj is my translator.  and i make imitation bags.  cuz we all know my love for fake bags.

wow, i think i was mistaken for the worst possible thing ever: an imposter bag designer.

mon dieu.  i must go  back and give her my card and say that i really am a teacher.

it was amazing, though.  i've never been treated so poorly, even in the states.  koreans are generally quite friendly.  actually, they generally kiss my foreign (and therefore, rich) ass.  i had plenty of won to spend there, but guess ill just have to take it elsewhere.

this is not done.  mj is the korean equivalent of me.  my motto is 'kendra wins.'  mj will win this battle.  she is the best complainer i know, better than yours truly.

mj and kendra will win.

woohoo fashion rocks.