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Well, according to Net-A-Porter (and I actually went to their London office several years back and met one of their buyers) it IS all about Parachute Silk. Gotta love the fact that in these days of no luggage allowed you can cram an entire ensemble in your pockets for a quick change without looking like you were mailed third class.

ad: Net-a-Porter.com

Chloe is featuring a pretty pink pleated skirt (and indeed, pleats on parachute silk must be akin to MP3 technology for textiles). There’s Matthew Williamson, too…but we won’t expect too much there. Our Matt is fun for a not so cheap thrill but as fashion goes, he went. Whether Karl or the big boys will be turning their designs to the material remains to be seen, but where one goes the others usually tread.

I can’t wait to spend $6K a CC jacket fabricated from $14.00 worth of material and 12 acrylic logo laden buttons (where is my rip cord?). The joys of it all. 1-2-3-JUMP

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Well, I think it’s really ‘charming’ that this poor steward got his knickers in a twist. Jet Blue spared no expense in hiring the cool collected type that I know I’d want at the helm in an aeronautical emergency.

Oh–I’ve heard the testimony of other crew members as well as senior staff at Jet Blue Airlines sing the praises of Mr. Slater. They applauded his dedication and courtesy in the face of even the most demanding passenger insisting on that one more bag of peanuts. Almost unanimously they agreed that he had just been pushed too darned far.

Certainly opening the air chute and grabbing a beer on the slide down was a move of Finesse. It takes years of training (or a heck of a lot of trips to a water park) to get the hang of that maneuver….especially with a six pack in toe.

Okay, Has anyone ever seen footage–old film perhaps– of travel in the good old days (in this case, even into the early eighties)? The stewardesses (and damn, they liked being called that….) were actually attractive enough that I (hey, I’m a chick) would look twice. I mean the last crew on a flight that I flew domestically had women that looked like THEY could use a shave at the end of five hours. Boy, the good ‘ole days….Flight attendants ACTUALLY ATTENDED the flights. Hummmmmm, I mean— they would say ‘please’ and didn’t sneer indignantly at your request of sugar for your tepid cuppa.

The report is that this steward, Mr. Slater, was stressed. He demanded an apology from a passenger who cursed at him instead. Awwwww…sticks and stones. I mean he is paid for working the flight or is this some sort of occupational therapy that he’s volunteered for here…….”Stressed?” The flippin’ flight was from Pittsburgh to New York. You can barely drive from Midtown to Canal Street in rush hour in that same amount of time.

How ’bout a little of that Jet Blue spun sympathy for those of us NON UNION idiots forced to ante up for everything from Carry-On bags (That’s the ‘Spirit’) $25.00 for your overhead slot— to one piece of luggage. All for the privilege of flying hours in a seat that a yoga instructor couldn’t pose in without spraining something.

Yeah, yeah…I can understand how the guy must just be at his wits end restocking that lavatory with tissue—and those crossword/word search puzzles they all fiddle with in the galley as they eat meals compiled of anything edible that they didn’t have to part with…..are enough to make anyone violate Federal Safety Regulations.

While I find this resonant ‘esprit de corps’ quite lovely in theory, it doesn’t instill me with confidence nor does it convince me that THEY (let’s show a little solidarity….WRITE that on your facebook wall) are WELL TRAINED (much less psychologically tested) for the job at hand.

If this “steward” just can’t manage telling another passenger to ’stay seated’—– THE PRESSURE, THE PRESSURE …..(’yes, Virginia…some people actually DO remove their seatbelts when the sign IS STILL ON–Gasp), then by all means HE should do something more suited to his personality type. Maybe sand mosaics or artisan pot holders in a supportive environment.

‘bye, bye‘

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ATTENTION, PLEASE.

UP, UP AND AWAY!!!

All Nippon Airways Co., Ltd. (全日本空輸株式会社 Zen Nippon Kūyu Kabushiki-gaisha?, TYO: 9202, LSE: ANA), also known as Zennikkū (全日空?) or ANA, is the smaller of the two largest airlines in Japan, the other being Japan Airlines.

Okay, so P.R. pamphlet aside, business is NOT booming for airlines—Nihon included. JAL (my former Fave ride) is in an unprecedented governmental bail out–complete with the CEO resignation, blah blah blah….. But, fear not All Nippon remains.

I was, however, surprised that last time I was on ANA, I discovered that they had instituted a new option: onboard snacks for purchase (abunai!!!). While this can not compete with Ryan Air’s PAY TOILET brainstorm, it was a surprise.

In the past—even we peons flying coach—were tossed a few cursory morsels during the highly entertaining 14.5 hour flight from IAD (Washington, D.C.) to Narita (Tokyo). Okay, so we’re talking Pocky and rice crackers–you’d be surprised how thrilled everyone in seats 15-766 were to see those treats at about the ninth hour in flight. But whoa, the times they are a changin’…..

Usually by the time ‘meals on wheels’ ambles its way down the aisle to my row, I get the fare that the earlier rows declined. Pre boarding, I’ve gotten much more creative about putting a rotisserie chicken in my carry-on…..nothing like a caesar salad and two pounds of pastrami in the ‘ole croc Birkin.

However, that said, the Reason that I fly Japanese Airlines IS their pilots.

a) they are so darned cute.

b) they actually know how to fly the planes.

c) they know how to build the planes.

d) they know how to land the planes.

All of the above, but really, I’m quite happy with with ‘a.’

Very, Very Happy.

(Kokkoi desu ne?)

Therefore…..if I can’t choose between beef and chicken–and I have to ante up for ramen….well, at least I get the peace of mind knowing that my samurai pilot is absolutely, positively able to drive the bird even when it isn’t on auto pilot. (so what if the plane is decked out like a Saturday morning commercial or a breakfast cereal).

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