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January 31st 2004 I know you're all wondering what on earth happened to Bachelor #1's photo and the answer is this: He was too darn hot (see Jan 26). Yes ladies, he emailed me last week and requested that his photo be immediately removed because his inbox was jammed with emails from HOLLYWOULD girls, and there just weren't enough hours in his day for all his new fans. Bachelors #2 & #3 have had similar problems, but luckily neither of them seem to mind... As for Bachelor #4, you'll have to stay tuned next week to see the latest catch, but I will tell you he is favoloso (fabulous), as they say here in Italy. And as for Bachelors #5 & #6, I have yet to recieve any photos, so boys get on it (see Jan 19)! After all, you never know who may email you for a date, and it could even be Britney Spears! Speaking of Miss Spears, have you seen Britney's new video for Toxic? The song and the video are both amazing! You know girls, I've been keeping a secret from you: HOLLYWOULD is actually making the shoes for Britney's concert tour. She has specially requested our shoes not only because they are chic, but also because they are comfortable for night after night of dance routines. That girl works hard. And for those of you that don't think Britney has enough class for HOLLYWOULD (ahem, Mom) , I will tell you that she has been a loyal HOLLYWOULD shopper for years, and is one of the few celebrities in Hollywood, who refuses to pay anything but full price. There are a lot of 'classier' celebs we have seen quibble over a 'celebrity discount', and in our first year of business it was Brit who helped us pay our rent. So girls, next time you're dishing the dirt on Britney, remember she is really just a nice girl from the south who happens to be the Pop Culture Icon of The Decade, and like you, loves HOLLYWOULD shoes. January 28th 2004 Hello Ladies, If you are single and have not yet emailed Bachelors 1, 2, or 3, it's time to get on it now. Don't be shy, these are great guys and we think you would be a great match! Once you're done emailing the Bachelors, it's time you email my Jan 19th diary entry to all of YOUR single male friends, brothers, cousins, etc to get them to be our Bachelors 4,5, & 6. (For any boys who have emailed me their info and not recieved a reply, please resend to hotdate@ilovehollywould.com as I was having email trouble and seem to have erased a few eligible men.) Bachelors 4, 5, & 6 will be posted next Monday, so stay tuned... January 26th 2004
We Are Pleased To Announce HOLLYWOULD's Hot Date Bachelors (see Jan 19) Yes girls, as you can see pictured to the right, the first three HOLLYWOULD Bachelors have arrived. They are all “HOLLYWOULD Approved”, which means that we either know them personally, or know someone fabulous who does. Basically, these are totally normal, cool guys who we pretty much had to beg, bribe, and plead to let us post their info, so be nice and email them. Below you will see they have answered my questions as requested, and I have given you a bit of my commentary to let you know the real inside scoop. Here we go…. BACHELOR #1
BACHELOR #2
BACHELOR #3 (in his own words…)
Well ladies, we’ve got a variety of ages and backgrounds, so there must be at least one bachelor you need to email ASAP. Trust me, these are all great catches, so please just email them to say hello. For cryin’ out loud, we had to beg them to do this. Now HOLLYWOULD girls, get emailing! January 24th 2004 I know, I know, I haven't posted the picture of Bachelor #1 yet. I promise I will on Monday, along with Bachelors #2 and #3! The reason I haven't had time is because I've actually been busy making shoes. That's what I do here in Italy, and it ain't all glamour. Lately I've been busy at the factory from sunrise to sunset - sewing on rhinestones, pleating satin, and even packing boxes. When you buy a pair of HOLLYWOULDs you can know that not only have I designed each and every detail, but I've also probably been the one to put the sticker on the box and neatly fold the little blue HOLLYWOULD shoe bag inside! Karl Lagerfeld can't say that, girls. This factory life is actually beginning to appeal to me. There is a loud bell that sounds in the morning, at lunch, and at closing, and I feel like Cher in the movie Silkwood, but hopefully minus the radiation. Oh to be Cher. Speaking of handmade shoes, you can now find HOLLYWOULD on www.neimanmarcus.com! I recommend heading straight there to get some sassy lookin' heels for Valentine's Day, because the minute you see our 3 bachelors, you'll know you need 'em! .... Stay tuned on Monday to see our first three bachelor hunks! January 20th 2004 Girls, we already have Bachelor #1 (see Jan 19) and he's a stone cold fox. I promise to post him by the end of this week when my computer starts co-operating. In the meantime, please forward the diary entry below to all of your male friends so our first bachelor has some competition. (See diary entry below for HOLLYWOULD HOT DATE details....) January 19th 2004 ATTENTION ALL BOYS: I have decided it’s time to start a dating service. Thanks to HOLLYWOULD, I have a rolodex (or at least email list) of the smartest, chic-est, funniest, and most gorgeous girls around the globe. As you know, HOLLYWOULD girls aren’t your run-of-the-mill “cute girls who like shopping”. Instead, they tend to be in the top 2% of the world when it comes to beauty (spend 5 minutes in our NYC store and you will see what I mean), and also the types of girls that happen to be talented, charming, and just downright cool. So boys, I would like to invite you to post your picture, description, and email address right on this very diary. Here’s how it will work: Email a photo of yourself and answer the “HOLLYWOULD Hot Date Interrogation” below. We will post your photo and the answers to your questions on this diary page and if you’re cute, any of our 5,000 female diary readers might just email you. HOLLYWOULD Hot Date Interrogation
None of these questions are optional. They are all very important. For example, “Religion” is important because we need to know if you’re Amish, which would make things a bit more interesting. As you can imagine, we encourage both parties to be cautious of using your real names and/or giving out addresses and other confidential information. Girls: We will post boys' answers exactly as sent, so we cannot guarantee that they are true. Boys: You are hereby warned that HOLLYWOULD girls are not easy. They are all class. In fact, they are the types of girls you want to marry, so if you’re looking for a one night stand, you may want to try www.friendster.com. HOLLYWOULD girls are also expensive. They like fine wine, rich chocolate, and luxury shoes. They don’t fly Economy class, and don’t know the meaning of the words “Three Star” when it comes to hotels or restaurants. So fellows, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Now boys, send us your scoop! ...... hotdate@ilovehollywould.com January 14th 2004 Am currently jetting across Italy on the Eurostar and finally getting to catch up on some of my magazine reading. I usually take a huge stack of magazines to read on my flight from NYC, but ever since I talked my doctor into giving me Ambien, my trans-Atlantic flights have been spent in a lovely, dreamlike haze. (No Mom, I’m not addicted. I only use it when I fly.) The person who invented Ambien is a genius, but smarter still is the person who named it. “Ambien” sounds like an illegal substance some kid would slip you at a rave, which one of the main reasons I find it so appealing. So, I’ve just finished reading this month’s Vanity Fair with Gwyneth Paltrow on the cover. If you haven’t seen it, the cover is a gorgeous picture of Gwyneth which has been doctored to give her a full chest of cleavage. GP has a good sense of humor, so even she must be laughing at the large crescent-shaped airbrushed stroke blatantly planted on her chest. Nevertheless, she looks absolutely stunning on the cover and inside. I always love Vanity Fair, not only for the celeb phots, but also for the articles. It’s like a fashion person’s version of The New Yorker. As I was flipping through and reading fascinating things (you must read about Harvey & Bob Wienstien - amazing!), I came to the article on Palm Beach. As you can imagine, anything about Palm Beach excites me, especially since we have just opened our very own HOLLYWOULD store there in a gem of a location: 36 Via Mizner, upstairs next to Vedura Jewels, to be precise. The first page of the Palm Beach article is a large photo of three surfer boy foxes (and sister) carrying their Lilly Pulitzer surf boards. I especially like this photo because I designed a few of the boards back in my days working at Lilly, but also because these happen to be Lilly Pulitzer’s grandkids, who I used to know when they were just tykes. My how those boys have grow into full-fledged hotties! Anywho … as I turned the page, much to my shock and horror, there was a photo of a girl smack dab in the middle of the page, who appeared to be completely jockin’ my style. (Mom, “jockin’” means “copying”). There she was, wearing my exact same Voyage dress, my exact same Valentino sunglasses, and my exact same Top Shop earrings! Not only that, be she was at the exact same party I went to last year at the Brazilian Court Hotel, surrounded by girls I know and love! Who was this impostor? As I looked closer I realized that she, in fact, was me! It appears that back in the days when I used to be a blonde, I did have more fun. Oh why did I ever dye my hair brown?.... Speaking of airbrushing (yes, we were “speaking of airbrushing”, four paragraphs ago), I recently got to spend a few hours with a photographer who works for Victoria’s Secret. Oh, the stories he had. The most important of which was that they usually spend between 8-12 hours photoshopping the pictures of the girls for their catalogs, and even more time for their print ad campaigns! So, if you (or your boyfriend/husband) have ever wondered how those girls look so satin smooth, toned, and perfect, your answer is simple: Is it the 2 hour oxygen facials? The 3 hours spent daily with a personal trainer? The 6 hour mud baths? The 4 hour deep conditioning treatments? The 5 hour yoga? The 1 hour psychotherapy session? The 6 hour Swedish massage? The 3 hour manicure/pedicure combo? Yes, it is all of the above ..…. and 12 hours at the Photoshop! And last but not least, a beautiful and talented girl who needs no photoshopping, Monet Mazur, was shopping chez HOLLYWOULD today. We love you Monet! January 10th 2004 I arrived in Italy two days ago and I still haven’t received my luggage. I’m pretty used to this kind of thing by now, but this time around it’s worse than usual. It all started last week when I decided I needed a new pair of shoes (yes, another) for rainy, sleety, snowy weather. Girls, I hate to break the news, but Uggs are more tired than your doorman at 4am, so I decided I would go for some old school Nike high tops as a snow day alternative. They are beautiful. Purple & pink with yellow trim, they look like the original Air Jordan all dressed up for Easter. And as you can imagine, they are the only non-HOLLYWOULD shoes I own, so I really wasn’t sure how to wear them. As I tried on my new kicks, I realized that these shoes were not going to match any of my Dolce & Gabanna (see Jan 11, 2003) ensembles. No, these were going to need a track suit, so I headed back to Transit. If you live in downtown NYC, you know Transit. It is a hip-hop shop disguised as a sporting goods store, packed with fine luxury brands like Sean John and Roca Wear, with music blasting and a subway toll booth entrance. Love it there. I got my tracksuit and was ready to roll. Then, five days later, as I was running out the door to catch my plane to Italy, I realized that it was pouring rain and I was about to ruin my favorite pair of Valentino cashmere pants and HOLLYWOULD “Flirt” heels. In a frantic rush I scanned my room for an un-packed outfit and reached for the contents of my Transit shopping bag, throwing on my new Nikes, new track suit, and a pair of gold hoop earrings that happened to be on top of my dresser. I grabbed my large Louis Vuitton carry-on as I flew out the door, and by the time I hailed a taxi my hair was soaking wet, so I slicked it back into a quick ponytail and was off to JFK. To make a long story short, as I was going through the airport security check I noticed some of the guards laughing at me. Did I have something on my face? Was my coat on inside out? What was so hilarious? As soon as I got through the metal detectors I headed straight to Duty Free to find a mirror. Finally catching a glimpse of myself in a full length reflection I realized what was so funny. I looked a 5’10” waspy white girl trying to impersonate Missy Elliot. The combination of my large logo Louis Vuitton bag, my slicked back hair, my big hoop earings, my track suit, and my new Nike Air Jordans, made me the female Ali G, or a very confused back-up dancer. It was like Freaky Friday and I had switched bodies with Jay Z. Some of you may be able to pull this look off, but I cannot. So now I’m stuck in Florence, where I have been for two full days, with nothing but my thugged out Fly Girl costume. Word up. January 7th 2004 There seems to be some confusion based on my last diary entry as to whether or not I still love The New York Post. Just to clarify ... of course I still love The Post! Who wouldn't love the newspaper that provides constant Page Six gossip for everyone in the office to enjoy? No, I didn't think the article on HOLLYWOULD was bad or untrue. It was just a little bit dramatic, but who doesn't love drama? (Except for Mary J. Blige - who apparently wants no more of it). So for the record: J'adore The New York Post, and so should you, and you should buy it every single day for the rest of your lives. January 5th 2004 You gotta love The New York Post. I have come in this morning to literally 37 messages from strangers all over America offering HOLLYWOULD One Million Dollars, and it's all due to the article published in The New York Post this past Sunday. Here's how it happened: Michael Rovner, who writes fabulous articles for The Post and other magazines, called me about doing a story for the Business Section on my business partner, Leslie Ternes, and me. The story was going to be a heartwarming tale about two high school best friends from Arizona who made it big in the fashion game in NYC. Leslie and I actually are high school best friends, and she was practicing law in Arizona when I stole her away to handle HOLLYWOULD's operations. I thought this would make a nice story for The Post, but apparently not nice enough... So, on New Year's Eve, as I was running out the door, I received a phone call from Isabelle Sender, another writer from The Post, requesting more information on the financial side of our business. I spoke with her briefly and imagined that the boring financial stuff would get about 2 sentences of play in the article, and that we would still have our heartwarming, inspirational story as originally intended. What on earth was I thinking? The New York Post is known for headlines that read *Scandal!*, *Betrayal!*, and/or *Britney Ties Knot in Shocking Vegas Stunt!* not *Best Friends + Shoes = Fun!* Needless to say, our headline basically read: *HOLLYWOULD… $1M or BUST!* which has brought every millionaire in town out of the woodwork offering us their money. Bad economy? Apparently not! The truth of the matter, if you really want to know, is that HOLLYWOULD is growing very quickly and we are looking for strategic partners to help finance our growth. We are not looking for VC money but rather angel type investors with contacts and/or infrastructures that can benefit us. We would prefer not to take money from the Russian Mafia (no offense to the heavily accented man who left a message about his $1M cash in a warehouse near Coney Island), but if you know someone who would be ideal, feel free to send them to our website. That's the scoop. Now that we've cleared up the $1M question, I would like to thank Bergdorf Goodman fashion director Robert Burke for giving such a fabulous quote. He is fantastic. I would also like to apologize to any girls whose names were mentioned in this article that would rather not have the press. Ladies, as you know, once your name is mentioned on Holly's Diary it is theirs for the taking. If you don't want your name mentioned in the future, contact me and I would be happy to remove you from the diary. Thank you to The New York Post for such fabulous and sensational(ized) publicity. Long live The Post! January 2nd 2004 In case you're wondering what has happened to this diary, it seems to be suffering from a New Year's Eve hangover and won't be back up and running to full capacity until HOLLYWOULD's resident computer geniuses, Leslie & Sean, return from their holidays. In the meantime, I've been getting calls & emails from friends & family spotting HOLLYWOULD press that we didn't even know we had! The first was a call from my little brother's college roommate, telling me that HOLLYWOULD has a full page in the current Newsweek (Jon Stuart cover). Thanks, dude. The next was an email from 5 fabulous HOLLYWOULD girls in DC, telling me that we made it onto The Washington Post's In & Out list for 2004. Thankfully we were listed in the In category, with poor Mr. Choo on the opposite side. Thank you, ladies. The next was a call from my mom, telling me that we were on the Ellen DeGeneres Show last week. Odd, but we'll take it. Then there was my Aunt Shellie, who spotted us in Town & Country, and our pal Maggie, who spotted a photo of me on NewYorkSocialDiary.com, at the Burberry Christmas party, by myself, drinking. All class. And finally, we've just recieved word that we'll be in this Sunday's New York Post (in the Business Section!). 2004 rules. |
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