Courtesy of Mercedes Benz, myself and the Fashion Force girlies plus Mr Cuit, got to watch the ceremony in style, munching yummy snacks and supping far too much champagne (as evidenced by the above pics).

It was an amazing time, and I thank Mercedes Benz so much…but more to the point, I thank all the wonderful people pictured above. It's a sad reality, but this being LA, and me being busy, friends are hard to come by, and this night really was special, and made special by the lovely girls + gay above.

So in a corny tribute, this song goes out to these inspiring women, who are all putting themselves out there, doing it for themselves, going against the grain, working their asses off to make it happen and proving what it is to be an empowered woman (and one gay – lol) – thank you and I love you.

For Kristen, Sydne, Cuit and Laurie (and all you other ladies – you know who you are, even if you're not in the photos above)

10 Call Me Ishmael

(and the lyrics for good measure)

Call Me Ishmael: Get Cape, Wear Cape, Fly.

It's one of those times that I,
Can't seem to find the words or thoughts,
these hazy eyes, the perfect partner to my weary mind,
and its not been a matter of days
in fact its felt like an age since I last sat down or,
saw a town that wasn't linked by shores.

And fatigues soon ignored,
as your feet hit the board, or as the beat hits the floor,
these are the moments that we live for,
the ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
they are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake.

You are not your job, and you are not the clothes you wear,
you are the words that leave your mouth so speak up, speak up loud,
for none of us want to sit,
in evaluations taking notes for hours,
we're all sick and tired of waiting, lets set sail.

And fatigues soon ignored,
as your feet hit the board, or the beat hits the floor,
these are the moments that we live for,
the ones who constantly try, to appease our nine to fives
they are the ones that justify, all the things that we forsake.

Why do we look to the tide when,
we find that our minds are getting stale,
why does it bag me this place on the waves,
and are we looking for meaning, from demeaning,
the soul destroying task,
we do all the time on the shore.

And as I picture you on the television,
talking all the seller hook past all the people walking,
its about then that I realise that your the same as me,
So call me Ishmael, we are all striving for,
the thing that makes this grind worth surviving baby,
I won't wait long for one little moment,
where our dream's to feel alive.

Oh..and I guess this still being a fashion blog and all…I should tell you what I wore?

Dress: Mink Pink, Shoes: Courtesy of Seychelles, Bag: Courtesy of Danielle Nicole, Necklace and Ring: Loaned by Charlie Lapson.

Kelsi Smith.