Last night, the Atticus girls attended a screening of The September Issue. After 88 minutes of watching pin thin models and hearing harsh instructions from Anna Wintour to join a gym, we were more than eager to set down our giant sized Coca-cola Classics and give away our boxes of Sour Patch Kids. (Note: The feeling subsided about 15 minutes after leaving the theatre. So, Stephani and I proceeded to down a couple cocktails and munch on BLTs and leftover pizza until we fell asleep dreaming about Ms. Coddington’s flaming locks and Andre’s LV sweat towel.)

I will admit that while I’ve always preferred British Vogue to American and that I spent the majority of the film rooting for Grace Coddington to win every battle with the Editor in Chief, I woke up this morning with a newfound appreciation for Anna Wintour.

What I realized is that at the end of the day, Anna is just trying to run a business. She doesn’t have the luxury of asking for unlimited budgets or choosing to run an article or photo spread just because it’s beautiful or witty. Even though the documentary was shot in a far off utopia called 2007, it’s probably truer in today’s economy that Anna’s priority has to be selling ad pages and magazines. Sometimes she is forced to do this at the expense of appeasing her contributors and staff.

All I’ve been thinking about all day is Anna. I’ve even been secretly comparing myself to her. Granted in my world, fur, Mario Testino and Fiji water are more like denim, Jeff Monday and Ice Mountain. That being said, I often find myself having to shoot down all sorts of creativity, ideas and clothing lines because my scary and boring business owner side takes over. Even at my level, it blows being the one that has to bring everyone back down to reality. Although some may think that Anna is on a power trip, I’m going to throw it out there that maybe she’s lonely up there at the top all by herself. I mean, what do you think she’s thinking about as she’s gazing out over the Champs Elysees behind her immense sunglasses? I think she might be wishing that she were at home with Bee relaxing in her aquamarine Lacoste Polo rather than running a fashion empire.

It all comes down to the fact that Anna Wintour does what she was hired to do. It’s not her job to be charismatic or friendly or edgy. It is her job to be decisive, strong willed and successful, and she does it well. So, after much thought, I’ve decided that although Grace is enchanting and incredible at her craft, I’m casting my vote for Anna.

Who’s side are you on?

“In London, just like in New york, if you want to drive yourself nuts being up and up on all the trends, you have to forget your pants.”

Anyone who knows me understands that pants and I don’t exactly have a love affair. I’ve been lucky enough this summer to almost avoid them entirely, opting instead for a mix of shortie shorts and “dresses” (which most people just call shirts), leggings and tees or even on occasion an actual dress. Obviously pants in general, let alone, corduroys and chinos have never been at the top of my fall must haves. But something unexpected happened when I tried on a pair of ACNE chinos last week. They were comfortable, flattering and I pretty much fell head over heels. Not prepared to be enamored, I mentally started pairing them with my current wardrobe, the true test of a good buy. The slouchy Alexander Wang tees and feminine Marc blouses I’ve been wearing all summer, suddenly felt fresh again. Surprised with this new revelation, I was also delighted when I slipped on a pair of Current/Eliott corduroys. Just in time for fall, all it took was trying on a few pairs to rocket these perpetually ignored pieces to the top of my list. Subtly refined without feeling forced or fussy, I’ll be traveling into uncharted territory because I think pants just might add that crisp contrast my conventional uniform was desperately lacking.

Today is the day of the Atticus Fall Fashion party! Multiple wardrobe changes are going to be necessary. Currently, I’m wearing:

It’s ridiculously wet and gloomy in Madison today, and only one good thing is coming from it…wearing Hunter Wellies! In honor of such a dreary day, here are my picks for what will make your rainy day a little less grey.

Have you ever seen a devastatingly fashionable girl, eyed up her bag and asked yourself, “I wonder what she’s got in there?” Yeah, us too. Our voyeuristic sides delight in sneaking a peek at someone else’s world.

Name: Skye
Location: Brooklyn, New York
Occupation: Architect
Bag: vintage by Mr. Jiulio
In her bag: Sony camera, shades, sketch book, wallet, iphone, hair bands and bobby pins, black le pens, pencil and lead, chapstick, ear plugs (dating a rock star sometimes gets a little loud), flash cards, zippo measuring tape, keys
One piece of clothing she can’t live without: My night shirt because it gets me my best beauty sleep.
Favorite places to shop: The boutiques where my friends give me discounts.
Favorite designers: I tend to go with Cathy Horyn’s picks and I’m a sucker for Chanel.
Favorite cocktail: Powers on the rocks