Come Play In The Milky Night - Stereolab

DC is moving on up! Sarti's coming to town. And I am beyond excited for the gallery opening party. Amy, mark your calendar!

Soleil Soleil - Ilya

Like the rest of the blogosphere, I've gone a bit sandal crazy lately. If you're not a fan of t-straps, you are REALLY out of luck this summer. Most of the sandals I adore follow a pretty simliar model, just varying in price. I've organized them based on lifestyles I have lead (and lifestyles I'll lead one day).

Condo in suburbia:



Urban Outfitters and Delias for the girl on a budget.






Rented Loft in Brooklyn:





The yellow frill sandals from Topshop are only 22 pounds. . . but once you factor in shipping, it's not so cheap anymore. The rest of these shoes are from Office and they range 30-35 pounds. . . which is pricey for flat sandals, but some of them are totally swoon worthy.

Apartment in London and Paris:

The Finsk for Topshop sandals, I fell in love with upon first sight. But at 175 pounds and up, they are hardly a sight for sore eyes (and a sore pocketbook).



The Chie Mihara sandals I've been in love with since I saw them in a catalog last month. Everything Chie makes is absolutely lovely and too steep for me.



The Cri de Coeur sandals are also worthy of a stroll by the Seine. But, in comparison to the above, not my favourite (and still very steep, $175).



(Photos: Urbn.com , Delias.com , Ravin Style , Chie Mihara.com and of course, where would we be without Topshop.com ?)

Givin' Up - The Darkness

If my Mama, wanted to know where I was spending all my dough. . . one answer would be fabric (the next would be shoes, coffee. . .). For every three projects I start, one is an absolute disaster. That's how I learn. I wanted to make a dress in a similiar style to Zac Posen's and Amy's . But it's looking like this one's going to fail miserably. . . perhaps I can revive it, but I don't think so. Anyhow it's kaorake night tonight! Whoo hoo! (Maybe I'll sing some Darkness).

(Photo: Amy's myspace and Style.com )

Red Alert - Basement Jaxx

I generally don't post about awards shows and such. It's not my forte and I hate how anyone who goes out on a limb, gets skewered and eaten alive by the press . . .ahem. . . Bjork. (I totally appreciated the swan dress and thought it took a good amount of courage to rock it). But this year, I was absolutely overtaken by the lovely red dresses. I sincerely believe that red looks good on most people.



In my opinion, Heidi Klum was the obvious winner of the red dress competition. But these other gals looked very pretty as well. Anne Hathaway looked positively regal.

(Photos: Peoples.com )

Padabam - Yonderboi (a favourite tune)

It's safe to say, I am indeed, infatuated with oversized collars. I think it's because it takes the attention off my often badly behaved hair. Jil Sander has got a pleasant dose of just what the doctor ordered for A/W 08. When I am quite the accomplished designer, I plan on making plenty of jackets with ridonkulous collars.

I bought this jacket from a vendor at Spitalfields Market about five years ago. The collar is not NEARLY big enough for me. . .

(Photos: Sweet Fancy Treat )

Show - Beth Gibbons and Rustin Man

One million dollars! Muhahahahaa!! But on your feet? For real? Apparently Stuart Weitzman thinks it's a grand idea and Diablo Cody, is a little hesistant. She agreed to wear the shoes but kind of missed out on the $1 million dollar price tag. Easy mistake. . . I wouldn't expect someone to trust me with one million dollar shoes either. . .

(Photos: D-Listed , a guilty pleasure)

Shrimp - Mr. Scruff

So I got the glorious A.P.C. trousers and I KNOW they will be the pants I live in this summer. I love everything about them, the colour, the shape, the leg. . . one small problem. They are big. (And A.P.C. generally cuts things pretty small).

I know I've recently lost some weight, but the only thing that fits decently is the thigh. I feel like the incredible shrinking woman. And let's not forget the leg length. Why does every clothing label cut their pants for Amber Valetta? Meanwhile, the majority of us, just have to trim them down to size. Even paired with my tallest shoes, you still cannot see my feet (and I'm 5'7).

Luckily, my sis is coming down from New York this weekend, so I simply sent her by the A.P.C. store in Soho yesterday to pick up the next smallest size. Let's hope one of them works!

Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put A Spell On You) - Aqualung

But as usual, Marni puts a spell on me and makes me crave my imaginary trust fund. And their colour palette for A/W 2008 is as perfect as a stormy day (with a hint of pastel, sunset thrown in). I'm in love. Again. Oh Consuelo Castiglioni, why must you break my heart in this way. . .

(Photos: Style.com as usual)

Resolve - Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man

Being nearly unemployed is only fun if you had a side kick to be nearly unemployed with. Welcome back Phoung! Thanks for lunch. And if you find yourself at Busboys and Poets and you're not sure what to pick, I assure you the pesto lasagna will change your life.

Packet Switching - Rachel's

Every year, I fall in love with one item (sometimes more, like five or six) from A.P.C. only to find that I don't buy it in time and it gets snapped up. . . and I am regretful. This year, I cut the B.S., took the plunge and bought the trousers. They were pricey. . . but I can't wait for them to arrive. Hurry Mr. Postman!

Photo: A.P.C.

Ready 2 Wear - Felix Da Housecat

I love Italians. I really do. I love the way they make coffee and I love their attitude towards . . . well everything. Fed was grumpy as hell some days. . . but I just adored him. Sometime in July, I was strolling down Fifth Avenue with Fed at our normal accelerated pace. Whilst trying to sip coffee and dodge tourists, my eye was caught by the bright and shiny windows of Bottega Veneta. I stupidly asked Fed if he was familiar with Bottega Veneta. By the look on his face, I realized I had put my foot in my mouth. He practically snorted his coffee out through his nose as he scoffed, "Of course! They're Italian!". Clearly offended. In my defense, there are plenty of Americans who don't know who Marc Jacobs is. . .but if you're reading this blog, you do. But then that's the difference between Italy and America. . . and that's a whole 'nother blog entry.








I absolutely loved Bottega Veneta's A/W 2008 show. I look forward to wearing lots of Bottega Veneta in my 30's and 40's and being one of those elegant ladies that practically floats through the room. I'll solemnly promise to wear it well. (I only say my 30's and 40's because I can't afford it now).

And here's one more reason to love Italians! Just incase you need further convincing.

(Photos: Style.com )

Sweet Smoke - Mr. Scruff

I fell in love with this guy's entire look. His jacket, his oversized trousers, his converse peeking out from beneath. (Even his smirk). If anyone could pull this look off, equally as well, it's a job for Jackson. Jackson plays down his sense of style and talks of being from West Virginia and looking uniform. But don't be fooled. . .

So Jackson, would you wear it? You wouldn't have to wear his smirk, you've got a nice one of your own.

(Photo: The Sartorialist )