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All Aboard for Night Bag

Leave it to Rebecca Minkoff to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world. 

You guys, there I was on Friday, just minding my own business, tweeting my tweets, writing rap lyrics for my first album (which is actually just a bunch of CD-RW’s of L’Trimm's Grab It! with “Pizza’s Debut Album” written in sharpie), when lo and behold, a gift arrived for me from the queens of cool at Rebecca Minkoff: the Cooper Clutch.

As you can see, it’s a leather buckle beauty with rabbit hair trim. More like rad-bit hair, if you ask me. It’s the perfect Night Bag, because not only is it covered in fur—meaning it will never be like “Ugh I’m so cold, can I borrow your jacket? I’m just soooo cold”—but it’s big enough for a book. Too many Nite Timez bags are the size of my heart (which is historically small unless I’m looking at a pair of cool shoes), meaning it’s impossible to carry a book with you. You need a book if you’re going anywhere or no one will take you seriously and then you’ll never get a book deal or a modeling contract. 

Look at moi: old Smarmageddon here. Wearing a plaid skirt suit with a fox fur collar by the sadly defunct (but maybe returning?) label ADAM by Adam Lippes. This is one of the kewlest sewts I own. Black Mickey sweatshirt from Dear Rivington

Those Dalmatian boots are from Joe Fresh, which is a rad place if I’ve ever been to a rad place (which I have, natch). They look cool with everything. I got them a month ago and they don’t seem to be available online, but you know what? Stop trying to be like me. Stop trying to buy everything I have, or you won’t get invited to my Colonial Era Candle Making Party. And you really don’t want to miss this party—look at this photo from the last one:

Everyone was out of their mind on ecstasy, as you can see.

L8r sk8rs,



Previously on the Pizza:

Tonight on the Pizza:

I know what I did!

Next time on The Pizza:

Raspberry Beret (the kind you find at a second-hand store) from Lock & Co. Hatters’ Hat-a-Porter by Sylvia Fletcher. Winklepicker boots by London Underground. Given the fact that these are the shoe of choice for London’s punk scene and that hat is made by a place that is the milliner of choice for the British Royal Family, I’m pretty sure I’m making some egregious social commentary about English politics. White mullet sweater by Paul and Alice. Bag by Rebecca Minkoff. Totally fake leather leggings give me liquid dream thighs. Plaid and fur jacket by Adam. Coffee by Cafe Grumpy. “Hands” by Jewel. Gold-plated intestines by Dior. Mind by Celine Dion x Guy Debord x H&M.

Pizza Out.