The Celebrity Stylist Celebrity

This article on Rachel Zoe in the Hollywood Reporter is absolutely fascinating.

I have a longstanding love-hate relationship with Ms. Zoe. First, I'm pretty sure her last name should be pronounced "Zoe-ee" but she goes with "Zoh." I know it's her name and she knows the right way to say it, but it rubs me the wrong way. Then again, I haaaaaate when people say my name "Meegan" so maybe I should back off on this topic.

When RZ first burst into my fashion/pop culture consciousness, it was because I noticed Nicole Richie and Lindsay Lohan getting suspiciously thin. I did a little research and learned that they had both hired RZ to be their stylist and I immediately blamed her for making them lose all sorts of weight that didn't need to be lost. +1 in the Hate column.

Then she took us from this:


to this:


and furthermore, is responsible for this:


this:


and most recently this:


which is like +12 in the Love column.

Then again, her show is obnoxious. If I hear another person mimic "I die" or "that is bananas" I am going to self-combust. So, +10 in the Hate column.

But if I take a step back, she has a pretty great eye for fashion and she's an Armani and Oscar de la Renta devote, which means she is my fashion opinion sisterfriend. Maybe cousinfriend...I don't agree with everything she likes.

I suppose most of all, I am just jealous that she has one of my dream jobs. I would love for my employment to include mandatory fashion show attendance, finding the perfect dress for these amazing girls on the red carpet, and making sure the hair and the makeup and the accessories are right. As it is not my employment, I will simply continue my favorite off-hours pastime of looking at the fashion week offerings via the magic of the internet and guessing who will show up in what (modified how) for red carpet appearances, and then blogging about it all during my lunch hour. +2500 in the lame Jealousy column.