PREFACE

Hello loyal readership of one.
This is Pharaoh Pea - style enthusiast and amateur commentator on it (I am also a proud member of your five a day. Greens are cool and good for you and you heard it here first).
After years watching, following and enjoying fashion and style from my pod; after cultivating opinions and many unrealized ideas, I've decided to put unsaid thoughts into action, or at least into virtual words on the internet.
Since attempting this modest undertaking via the blogging universe I've only managed to reinforce my suspicions that I can't perform simple tasks, only clumsy acts of disorganisation. I felt my initial ambitions were simple and completely feasible.
      
        - Set up the blog with reasonable time to write about the beauts of fashion exposed over the course of the upcoming fashion weeks.
        - Write a simple and short introductory post explaining my intentions to maintain a style focused blog detailing fashion today and fashion past, as well as posting Pharaoh Pea in some of the nice threads I stumble across along the way.
        - And the most anal retentive of this list - publish the said post at 8PM exactly, the kick off time for Fashion's Night Out. Followed swiftly by a post rounding up the day's best pickings at first day of  MB New York Fashion Week.

My humble plan proved overwhelming to my technical resources. First of all I drew a self portrait of myself as Pharaoh Pea and squeezed him into some beautiful  P r a d a  Spring/Summer 2011 regalia and Tod's green suede loafers to match his complexion (Not very seasonal I realise but Pharaoh Pea can pull it off). Threw up a denim background and his title in big red letters to chill by. This all went surprisingly smoothly. I was a little concerned about Pharaoh's likeness to one of Prince Pelayo's posts from a while back, along with the similarities in our regal denominations. Putting these grievances aside I jumped onto blogspot and set up my account. Blogspot demanded a name for my blog and I thought it would be cool to space out the letters like they are in in that nice red font up there I put Pharaoh Pea next to on standing duty. However my clever spacing was realized as P h a r a o h P e a. So not only does the name sound like   k a t e l o v e s m e,  it now looks like it also. Great.
After all this carnage I decided to start on my first post (if you were paying attention you'll remember I planned to ceremoniously launch it on on 8/9/2011 at 8 PM to an audience with baited breath i.e. me alone). I started with attempt to acknowledge my utmost respect for Pelayo the Spanish Prince of Central Saint Martins, youth and fashion and to establish that I wasn't making a feeble attempt towards a copycat blog. Which got me thinking if I was, who would love me?
For the record potential lovers I would happily affiliate myself to are: m a r c l o v e s m e, b l a k e l o v e s m e,  t o m l o v e s m e, d a v i d l o v e s m e,  z a c l o v e s m e, g e r a r d l o v e s m e, a n d e r s o n l o v e s m e, b a b e l o v e s m e and most boldly a n n a l o v e s m e or  p e l a y o l o v e s m e. Acknowledging Anderson's not so much style reveler; more who I wish loved me.
In my eagerness to conquer the basic functions of blog-editing and name my ideal lovers I typed "mrclovesme,  tomlovesme" and tapped a link onto these declarations to the Marc Jacobs and Tom Ford websites. I then uploaded an unflattering sketch, (resembling a horse) I did of a painting of Jeanne Lanvin upside down. I proceeded to accidentally "publish post". So that my very first post, the one I wanted to be my debut, in sync with Fashion's Night Out and everything else Vogue, had transpired as a violent assault on the grace and dignity Lanvin herself embodied, in the form of an upside down horse auto titled as "Mr. Cloves me, Tom loves me". A name which still haunts the url of this post. A title which suggests Pharaoh Pea's first post was not fashion related at all. More so a deranged depiction of an immigrant garlic clove, Mr. Cloves, speaking in broken English. I imagined Mr Cloves arriving at an immigration bureau declaring himself - "Mr. Cloves me" and vying for green card citizenship by association to his supportive supposed lover - "Tom loves me". The scenario is portrayed below. I especially like the Balenciaga pants and Ralph Lauren loafers which he presents himself in.

Since then I've substituted my horse-like sketch a photo of  Gabrielle "Coco" Chanel until I find a suitable sketch from my archives and renamed this post as a preface. A preface to all the unborn posts which will proceed this one.
My blogging efforts are already two days behind schedule to the New York Fashion week. So with haste I'll go delve into what has been revealed and what has yet to come in the line of Spring/Summer pret-a-porter womenswear. Hopefully my next update will be more of a cohesive report on fashion and less of a not-so-amusing anecdote on technical malfunctions I've encountered.

I say ciao, ciao amigo and leave you with a video which I think represents the enjoyment that can be found through style and the spirit of fashion. I like very much the song which plays mid way through so I've also threw that down there for your pleasah' too.

BISOUS,

PHARAOH            PEA