Do you think they want their Versace look back? (ba da bum chhhhh)
My lust for all most things early nineties grows stronger with every gaudy scarf print I see. This Zara blazer practically called my name. I even bought the matching pants (see).
In recent years, my short-term memory has gone to shit. I kid you not. I can’t tell you how many times a day I question whether, or not I turned off my curling iron, or how many doctor’s appointments I’ve had to reschedule because I forgot to make a note. However, my trivial knowledge, and ability to recall childhood likings is quite keen. I probably don’t want to delve too deeply into the psychological reasoning behind this truth; it is what it is. That being said, this jacket immediately reminded me of old Versace ads… the ones that I used to tear out of fashion rags, and make collages (“inspiration boards”) with. Oh man, were they haute (and hot)! Big hair, excessive accessorizing, absurdly bright colors, and SUPER MODELS!
Speaking of “super” models, does anyone else miss them as much as I do? Linda, Claudia, Christy, Naomi, Cindy, Tatjana, Helena, et al. I adored (and idolized) all of them! In fact, I think I’ll go ahead and link you to George Michael’s “Freedom! ‘90” video in case you are feeling as nostalgic as I am.
Blazer: Zara, Top: J.Crew, Pants: Trina Turk (old), Belts: J.Crew & vintage, Earrings: vintage YSL, Cuffs: one-of-a-kind & MiMi by Sorrelli, Clutch: AA, Shoes: Manolo Blahnik, Sunglasses: Prada, Lipstick: MAC’s “Ruby Woo”
So, here I am, channeling the nineties (or at least my mother in the nineties)… full throttle. Scarf printed blazer, polka dotted tee, gold chains, gold cuffs, ginormous gold clip-ons, stilettos, and a poufy French twist. Bam! I think I nailed it. 
If I look goofy, and nervous, I am. Today is my official first day of graduate school. Let it be known that this is not my first graduate/master’s program, but it has been a long time since I’ve been a student, in a classroom, and I kind of feel like Rodney Dangerfield (seriously. “Dead Man’s Party” has been stuck in my head since I tried to sleep last night).
Top: BR, Shorts: H&M, Bracelets: random, J.Crew, Vintage, Cuff: Tiffany & Co., Cocktail Ring: M.C.L., Watch: vintage Rolex, Bag: LV, Sandals: Tory Burch, Glasses: Sama, Lipstick: Revlon’s “Kiss Me Coral”
Today’s laid back, but not too casual look reminds me of something I wore on my first day of class in the third, or forth grade. Bright, baggy shorts, and a silky blouse. See below.
No, this image was not taken at school (Philly trip to see an Aunt), but I did indeed wear this EXACT outfit to school about three weeks later. Minus the Keds, I am rockin’ The Limted Too head to toe. It was my absolute favorite place to shop as a wee lass.
AKA, my favorite red carpet event of the year!
For those of you who are not in the know, it’s the fashion industries’ Oscar equivalent (See: Costume Institute Gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art)… only the gowns are a bit bolder, more exciting, and downright glamorous. This year’s exhibit showcases the work of two fantabulous Italian designers (slash artisans): Elsa Schiaparelli (deco era), and Miuccia Prada (no intro required). Needless to say, heavy homage was paid to said designers, and the results are simply breathtaking.
Here are my top picks for 2012 (this was not, I repeat, not an easy task as there were so many gorgeous looks to choose from):
The lovely, and amazing Carey Mulligan (this year’s chair) in, you guessed it, Prada. Love, love, love this look from head to toe, but then again I’ve ever met a paiette I didn’t like.
Christina Ricci in Thakoon. I have no words for the amazingness that is this dress. It looks like something my favorite Barbie would have worn circa ’89.
Karolina Kurkova in a rose gold sequined Rachel Zoe gown (and head piece). Can you say Old Hollywood glam? She looks like she’s walking the red carpet in 1941. Ja’mazing. Ja’dore.
Isabel Lucas looking fierce in a peacock themed Proenza Schouler ensemble. Is it just me, or does she actually look comfortable? And her hair. I die. This is a shorter version of what I’ve been desperately trying to achieve for the past week.
Greta Gerwig in Prabal Gurung. Stunning. I so want to have my LA tailor make something similar for me someday. Fo realz, yo.
Beyonce werrrrkking her killer post-baby bod in this swoon worthy Givenchy number. How ridic is the feathered hemline.
Kate Bosworth in Prada. So, so sexy, and playful, and polished. The bun, and the lipstick are perfection.
Honorable Mentions:
Mary-Kate wearing, dun, dun, dun… The Row. Although the orange tint of her skin scares me a bit, I’m really digging the dress, and I love the fact that she felt confident enough to attend a black tie event with that updo. It’s reminiscent of my post-workout/post-beach day hair. If I’m ever running late…
Elizabeth Banks in London “it” designer Mary Katrantzou’s bold & beautiful creation. I luuuvvv the mixed prints, and the peplum.
Look at Miss Lena Dunham looking all chic, and made up! I really am obsessed with this ‘Girl.’
And here you have my honestly WTF? fashion moment:
Anja, you are obscenely beautiful, and I have enjoyed watching you strut the catwalks for years now, but come on! What is this, and how is your hoo not exposed.
Well, there you have it, my humble commentary on this year’s Met Gala.
Happy Wednesday!
Images c/o Who What Wear, Le Fashion, Because I’m Addicted, and glamour.com
Yes, I realize that the day of (tequila) drinking has passed, but I didn’t have an opportunity to post my fabulously festive look du jour yesterday.
Good times with fun friends (old and new). My head still hurts a little bit, and I’ve consumed about a gallon of water, but I survived… unscathed. Detox begins tomorrow. For real. Eight days until I begin my master’s program, and twelve days until I squeeze into a teeny tiny little Rachel Zoe frock for my brother’s nautically themed rehearsal dinner.
Jacket: via Modcloth, Tank: Chaser, Shorts: Rachel by Rachel Roy, Shoes: random, Clutch: vintage, Necklace: H&M, Cuff: random, Rings: M.C.L. & vintage, Bracelets: vintage, Gap, random, Aviators: Ray Ban, Lipstick: Revlon’s “Hot Coral”
No Cinco de Drinco would be complete sans a super-sized sombrero & 1800 silver!
One would think that I might have grown tired of these shorts last summer (ubiquity what, what), but alas, I did not. How could I? They’re so bubbliciously pink, and cheery! In fact, I was just waiting for the slightest bit of sun to kiss my pasty gams before busting them out again.
Blazer: Zara (not old, but no longer available), Blouse: Saks Off 5th, Shorts & Belt (similar): J.Crew, Shoes: Aldo (similar), Bracelets: J.Crew, vintage, random, Lipstick: MAC “Girl About Town“
Sooooo, I got my hair did yesterday (hence the tossing; the dancing was induced by Empire of the Sun). Hopefully, you noticed since it’s much brighter, and shorter. In an effort to combat humidity (bleh), I opted for some all-over layering; I thought it might make air-dried, beach waves more obtainable. We’ll see. My hair hates FLA June-September.
TGIF!
xx
Print mixing has become a fashion blogging norm. Is this a good thing? Possibly, maybe… probably not.
Thanks, Bjork.
I adore mixing prints. In fact, I deem sartorial bartending to be far more admirable than drink mixology (how hard can it be to make various ingredients taste good when blended with booze. Rhetorical).
Case, and point… today’s outfit {so you know, I am mixing music genres as I scribe (New Order + Jay Z + Miles Davis. Boo Yah}).
So, here I am wearing these lovely Zara loungy pants + a consigned blazer + a deliciously cool & colorful Tibi tank. For mixing newbie’s, this is what made my look so “effortless:” Navy + Cobalt(ish) Blue. Two colors. Regardless of how complicated (busy) this ensemble may seem, it isn’t. As long as your prints stay within certain color restraints (and the patterns aren’t to clashy), you’re good. This is key when you wanna play fashion hardball. Seriously. Cult Logic. Sure, you may “man repel,” but I don’t consider multi-printing a true “man repelling” device. Leave that to drunk texting, or general drunkenness… or harem pants.
Jacket: vintage, Tank: Tibi, Pants: Zara, Clutch: American Apparel, Necklace & Earrings: Forever 21, Clogs: Miu Miu, Aviators: Ray Ban
Is anyone else as obsessed as I am with HBO’s ‘Girls?’ Cause Lena Dunham is a genius (equally girl crushing on Allison Williams), and she reminds me that it is totally OK for me to keep “Dancing On My Own“, (no, really Bret Easton Ellis even tweets so). #Girls #HBO
“I’m all messed up, I’m so outta line…“
My favorite Adrienne Landau fur vest, and wide leg DVF trousers that is.
We (NW Floridians) have been experiencing wonderful spring weather of late. Warm days accompanied by cool nights.
As you can see, I added a pops of cobalt to springify this nearly neutral, fall-like color palette.
Favorite. Handbag. Ever.
I retired it for a while, but something compelled me to bring it out of hiding last week.
Vest: Adrienne Landau, Tee: J.Crew, Pants (old): DVF, Belt: J.Crew, Sandals: Dolce Vita, Necklaces: Bou-Cou, Morgan Jean (similar), Forever21, Bracelets: John Hardy, J.Crew, Vintage, randon, Bag: Goyard, Sunglasses: Ray Ban (similar)
I hope everyone had a lovely weekend. Mine has been quite eventful, so I’ve opted to make this a very restful Sunday. I’m counting down the hours before Game of Thrones, and Girls.
After seeing these jeans on several street style blogs (and never questioning who made them), I saw this post by Beth Jones, and thought I’d give it a go. I mean who wouldn’t want to “trash” a pair of thrifted man pants with a box cutter (or an x-acto knife)?
Jacket: St. John (old), Tee: J.Crew (similar), Jeans: DIY, Sandals: Dolce Vita, Bag & Belt: J.Crew, Bracelets: Forever21, vintage, J.Crew, Sunglasses: Ray Ban (similar)
I found this particular pair of high rise Wrangler’s at a local consignment shop, and immediately got to work. I’ve been rockin’ my self made Acne (high rise) Pop Trash jeans for over a month now… I just haven’t had an opportunity to share them with you.
Happy Hump Day!
xo
The cloud coverage after Friday’s rainfall was a spectacular sight.
So it began…
Coachella’s landmark ferris wheel, and the infamous Heineken beer garden… the beer garden that induces anxiety (soooo many people), and makes one very, very thankful for VIP access.
That’s me… with Jordan Catalano… I mean Jared Leto… and we’re sporting similar hats… OMG!!! Do I look elated? Cause I was (am). Not gonna lie, the guy seemed a bit odd (he’s wearing gloves), but I care not. It was Jordan freakin’ Catalano. By the by, his date (slash girlfriend, slash whatever) had never seen (or heard of) My So Called Life. I pity the fool.
The group. These kids rock. I cannot wait for our next wild and crazy adventure together.
After browsing through dozens, and dozens of festival pix, I realized that I didn’t spy too many female celebs, models, style mavens, etc. I did notice the boys (errr, men). Oh, did I notice the boys. Quite frankly, they were hard to miss. Seriously, I have never been surrounded by so many tall (6’ and over folks), studly dudes in my life. Now, I ran into my fair share of male actors whilst residing in LA, but they were always (always, always) disappointingly short.
Tall Hotties Hangin’ in the VIP Area:
Kellan Lutz (yeah, he might be a Twilight douche, but he’s a good lookin’ Twilight douche)
Cory Monteith (geeky, Gleeky rather, but super cute)
A recently rehabbed Gerard Butler (yum)
Josh Duhamel (accompanied by a very filled Fergie) &
Joe Manganiello (the sexiest creature I have ever seen in the flesh. I almost choked on a kimchi quesadilla upon seeing him. I kid you not)
The Rapture.
Dress: via Willow Boutique, Jacket: Vintage Lee, Hat: Aqua, Belt: J.Crew, Boots: Steven by Steve Madden, Bracelets: Gap, Vintage, random, Forever21, Banana Republic, Tiffany & Co.
Yes, I am holding a ciggie. Don’t judge. It’s not something I do on the regular.
WUTANG!!!
So you know, I didn’t fly across the country to rate festival attire, and to leer at men. I went for the music, and the music was good. Per usual.
Best performances (in a particular order):
Miike Snow (so cool)
The Black Keys (I don’t think they could put on a bad show if they tried)
The Rapture (surprisingly good, and super fun)
David Guetta (jolliest DJ on the planet)
Justice (I spent part of the show in line for Kogi, but I could hear just fine, and what I heard was awesome)
Gotye (I believe that half the audience downloaded “Somebody That I Used to Know,” and forgot to listen to the rest of a really good album… so they left, disappointed (even though Kimbra was there). I was not one of those people. First of all, it was Gotye… unplugged. As my dear friend Angela so eloquently stated, “He is a man of many instruments.” The guy sang while playing the drums, the xylophone, some bells, and messed around with DJ equipment. Badass)
Kaskade (he never fails to put “fire in my new shoes,” and a giant grin on my face. Love him)
Snoop & Dre (and Eminem, Wiz Khalifa, 50 Cent, and Tupac’s now-famous hologram). Originally, the plan was to see AVICII, but once all the special guest rumors started circulating on the Interweb, we couldn’t pass up on ole Snopp diggity Dogg, and Dr. Dre. You should have seen the clouds of smoke rising from the crowd. Lolz.
Swedish House Mafia (they get “best in show” this year. It was un-fucking-believable. I have never jumped, and danced that aggressively in my life. AND the stage/props/lighting. Wow. Just wow. See above & below images)
**I kind of regret missing Florence + the Machine, but I ran out of mojo on day three, and I just couldn’t force myself to walk that far**
Coachella non-goers often ask me if it’s worth the hype. To this, I often reply, “hellzz yeah.”
Three days of dust, dancing, drinking, and dehydration isn’t for everyone however. This year was different than Coachella’s past (the first weekend). It was cold. After packing for extremely warm temperatures (I’ve seen revelers suffer from heat strokes before), I checked the weather, and discovered that it was going to be rainy (day one), and chilly. For this, I was not prepared. Sure, I had time to add warm layers, but I wasn’t entirely convinced. Big mistake. Huge. The things I would’ve done to be wrapped up in a cozy Aztec cardigan, or an oversized utility jacket (with a hood)! Was I at Glastonbury, or was I in Palm Desert?
Kimono: American Gold, Tank: Defend New Orleans, Jeans: Current/Elliot, Shorts (scroll down): Aberdeen & Skye, Belt: J.Crew, Cuffs: Vintage, Ring: MCL, Shoes: Shoemint, Aviators: Ray Ban (similar)
The kimono that you see me donning was hardly sufficient once the sun went down. I learned this the hard way (I’m convinced that this floral beauty is partially responsible for the gnarly cold I am STILL nursing). Oh, the things one does in the name of fashion. Cold weather, be damned! Nothing was going to stop me from achieving the gypset aesthetic I so desired. Apparently, nothing was going to stop thousands of girls (and women) from sporting teeny, tiny trendy(ish) attire either. I saw everything from underwear-like jorts to Ziggy Stardust inspired unitards. Oy! A vast sea of females desperately trying to be noticed (or photographed). My thought bubble often looked something like this: you’re going to catch pneumonia, or you really want a heart wristband. I must say, I didn’t see much good going on this year. There was a whole lot of bad & ugly however. ☺
My crew, and I didn’t werrkkk the party circuit very ambitiously this time around. We made it to one of the Lacoste shindigs, which was entertaining. I think the boys had a better time than the girls (more eye candy). In my humble opinion, VIP was the hottest spot (will expand on this subject later).
Gifted beach towels, and Patron on ice.
Patron Popcicles. Best. Pool Party. Treat. Ever.
I heart skullz & studs (particularly bejeweled skullz, and stud adorned jorts).
The lovely (and pixie sized) Diane Kruger. You can’t tell, but that’s Pacy (nee, Joshua Jackson) in the left corner. I don’t normally pull paparazzi stunts like so, but she is one of my celeb style icons, and I couldn’t resist. Sorry.
How hot (and haute) is Kat’s neoprene bandeau? Only in dreams…
Cotton Candy. Mmmmmmm (a la Homer Simpson). Clearly, I don’t pass up on party swag… especially the edible kind.
Sharing a Zoolander moment with Patrick.
Gearing up for Guetta (Sahara tent) in the Rose Garden.
Meeting spot #2. The Lion. He looked chilly, so we gave him a sweater.
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