Below, photos from last Wednesday's Vogue party in honor of Versace's new collection ... or something.  I wasn't really paying attention, but instead thinking about how marvelous it felt to wear something other than H&M for once.  In a shocking show of good faith, Dolce & Gabbana lent me the dress below.

My conclusion?  Let's put it this way: I could get used to a relentless cycle of going out in gorgeous dresses which cost 3.5 times my rent (just an estimate - b/c despite my best efforts to be gauche, I couldn't find a price tag).  But then again, who couldn't?  yawn.

Back in the real world, I'm currently wearing couture de Gap flannel tartan PJs (on sale!) and an old Georgetown tee.  Because that is how I roll.  High/low, baby!  Er ... High/Low/Low/Low.  Baby.

In my grandmother's coat from the 50s, which she gave me when I was 16.  Nothing like vintage you actually found in an attic.  Not from your stylist.

More photos after the jump.