Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Do you ever get so excited by something you read, that you immediately set down your magazine and open your computer screen? That was how I felt when I read about Bad Joan in Real Simple. As a matter of fact, I practically chucked the magazine across the room and stormed up the stairs two by two, to grab my computer. A website purely devoted to selling indie designers at sample sale prices . . . what could be better? I was most impressed with the shoe selection by Marcello Toshi . The shoes tend to come in select sizing but lucky for me, I have big feet and there seem to be a lot of 10s.
(Photos: Bad Joan )
Monday, June 29, 2009
I don't love Lady Gaga for the virtues of her music, oh heavens no. But I do love her for being unapologetically ridiculous (in the most fantastic of ways). What fun she must have when she rises in the morning, yawns, stretches and thinks, "Pants or no pants? Hat made out of horse hair or no hat?" Somehow I just know she would be equally as entertaining in person. One of the biggest misconceptions of people who dress "high fashion" (yes, I just did the finger quotes), is that they take themselves rather serious. I think that derives from the rest of the world being a bunch of haters. You have to really not take yourself too serious to step out your front door in a hat which looks like a flying saucer made of hair.
(Photo: Dlisted )
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Tonight, I showed Peas my latest fashionable desire by Love Our Stuff and she agreed it was gorgeous. But then she laughed light heartedly and told me I was born twenty years too late. Clearly I would have had fun getting into trouble, in the eighties.
Now I can't stop thinking about one of my favourite films, Diva. Diva is the tale of a young man, who's in love (some people say "obsessed",) with an opera singer. His obsession leads to heaps of trouble. Romance, gangsters, hot (mess) eighties fashion and motorcycle chases . . . something for everyone! Though the story is action packed, the love that blossoms between this skinny white French kid and an older African American diva chanteuse is about as endearing as they come and will warm even the most cynical of hearts. As soon as I start collecting an income again, Diva is at the top of the list of movies I should own. But for now I'll leave you with a piece of cinematic eye candy which will leave you not doubting this film's cult following.
(Photo: Pixie Market and here )
Friday, June 26, 2009
Oh holy hell. At last, a Target collection I can believe in (after a year or two of disappointment). Thank you Anna Sui for setting things right in this world. Of course I have yet to see this stuff in person. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed for this one. The last two dresses to the right, have my name all over it. Especially the hippie looking one.
(Photos: Refinery 29 )
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I realize I haven't posted as many outfit photos as I did in recent years. Mostly because this summer, I've tightened the purse strings (slightly, veeeeery slightly) and I've also taken to unleashing my inner art teacher, meaning I dress in layers upon layers. And what could possibly be easier than monochromatic layers? I beamed when I rehashed the story to my father of the older gentleman in Starbucks who walked up to me and said "I would love to know where you shop. For my wife you see, I think you look very nicely pulled together". I didn't hesitate to rattle off everything:
Dress- Theory (outlet)
Sweater - Anthropologie (on sale now)
Headband - Etsy
My dad didn't hide his laughter.
"Does that mean you look matronly?" he asked with a smile?
Nope. That means a compliments a compliment and I never look a gift horse in the mouth.
(Notice: No hands to face, Sister Wolf )
Monday, June 22, 2009
When I heard about the rampant success , of Look At This Fucking Hipster , I scooted over to the page immediatately to see what all the commotion was about. All I could think was: Ready. Set. Laugh (at someone else's expense).
Then I saw someone I knew.
And continued to laugh.
(Photos: Look At This Fucking Hipster )
Sunday, June 21, 2009
He lumbers like a burly bear. He is quiet and speaks only when deemed necessary. If you push his buttons enough, you might get a roar. He will keep your secrets for a lifetime so those around him feel free to to whisper them to him. He is masculine in every way and was once a great basketball player. He is a hippie at heart, then, now and forever more. He believes that Birkenstocks and cargo pants are acceptable for every occasion (even weddings). But yet he gets teary eyed watching Audrey Hepburn movies and sends me emails like this:
I first saw this movie when I was young. I watched it on the TV at Grandmom B's house. I was probably 9 or 10 or maybe even younger. It is the movie that created my love for Paris. And also the movie that first acquainted me with Audrey Hepburn. Throughout my life, neither has ever disappointed me.
I love you (older sister). I love you (me). And, I love you (younger sister).
Happy Father's Day.
(Photos: IMDB )
Friday, June 19, 2009
I recently joined a dating site, for reasons of nothing better to do with myself. While it has definitely supplied me with hours upon hours of writing material, it overall just concretes my thought, "it's really hard out there". Be it through a computer or in a bar. The main difference between the virtual meat markets and actual meat markets is the ability to accelerate the process of weeding through the suitors.
This particular site allows you to instant message between users and I find when I sign on late at night, my screen gets flooded. I usually will try and respond to everyone, but I make an effort to focus on one person at a time. I don't think it's fair or nice to spread yourself too thinly. Our beau du jour was nice but not really my type (as I found later). First of all he complimented my "beautiful brown skin", which always gives me the heebie jeebies coming from white males, even if it's meant with the purest of intentions. His chatting skills likened to a job interview combined with a pep rally. (And you all know how much I love both of those things).
Do you consider yourself assertive? Well yes, I suppose I do.
Do you consider yourself a take-charge sort of woman? I guess. Yes, doesn't everyone?
How does being assertive and taking charge extend to your relations? Well, I know what I like, but I try not to be bossy.
Do you own a pair of white boots? Come again?
He seemed to cheer every time I answered a question to his liking and he was so into this interview process that I didn't have the heart to tell him (post browsing of the photos), that I could never get into a grown man who wore knee socks with shorts.
(Pulp Comic Illustions from here )
Have you seen the blog for the movie Where the Wild Things Are? I love it so. One of the points I find most interesting about this new way of marketing ideas to the mass public by way of blogging, is that a blog can be sweetly subtle. It doesn't shove the movie down your throat, but more so highlights subjects an entire generation of us (who grew up reading the book in childhood), might find of interests. If I didn't know the blog was specifically for the movie, it wouldn't hit me immediately.
(Photos: We Love You So )
*God I love this song. For Matt Duckett (whom I also love).
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Except the marmite eating. C'est dégoûtant! (It's disgusting).
Do I have smartly cut blazers?
Do I own enough striped sweaters? (I really think one can never have enough).
Charlotte Gainsbourg just oozes this coolness that cannot be bought nor acquired.
(Photos: TFS by way of Childhood Flames )
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
While I do feel guilty over dress purchases at the moment, dress making is all fair game. Fabric is still relatively inexpensive (or at least the scrap pile where I shop is), so I feel free to experiment with different ideas. If the dress is successful, expect plenty of pictures in the next couple of days. If it's an epic fail expect for it to never see the light of day. Maybe I'll keep trying until I get it right.
(Photos: La Garconne and Complex Geometries )
“Recession gets rid of the crap" says Claire Nicholls of Vintage Academe, the website and magazine for fine vintage clothing. You can say that again Ms. Nicholls. Another fine perk of a recession is pulling creativity out of a general population. While the wearing one item for an entire year idea has been executed before , I do enjoy The Uniform Project's take on the task. I have come to look forward to seeing how Sheena Matheiken will embellish her frock each day. But more important it has inspired me to add to new life to my own beautiful pieces and ask the dreaded question while shopping "do you really need another dress?" God, I hate that stupid question.
(Photos: The Uniform Project )
Monday, June 15, 2009
Once again, I receive my mind blowing news from Gawker . I have been accused more than once of favouring Brits over Americans. I repeat myself when I say "this is not true". I don't favour either country, simply because irritating people exist in every far corner of the world. I do however favour the British ability to be frank, honest and to-the-point. While Alexandra Shulman should probably accept some of the blame for this mess (I am awfully tired of the magazine industry washing their hands of blame for the body image of woman), I do applaud her efforts in trying to reign in a problem which is clearly and completely out of control. Now what will prove itself to be the true test of time, is to see whether or not the images of women in her magazine change. I challenge British Vogue to use a model with normal proportions and height. I don't believe that crap for a second that clothes look better on a wire thin body. What's that phrase again about beauty and the beholder?
Alexandra Shulman, you seem sensible and highly intelligent. Lead us into a new era. If anyone can do it, you wield the power to do so. The Kate Moss cover is one of my all time favourites. She looks regal and healthy. More of that please.
(Photos: The Observer )
Dreaming can occasionally be inspiring yet heart breaking. Two nights ago I dreamed that I was sitting in London and someone turned to me and said in all seriousness, "why don't you just stay here for a while and write a book?" I awoke to find the dream so alive in my heart that I shuddered to think I was in my bed in Virginia.
I sat in the shower for a moment, letting the water pour over me before scrubbing furiously (with my special "Inspiring Indigo" bath gel). Meanwhile I pondered the thought of moving back to London. Do you ever get to the point where you feel you must be somewhere else to find the creativity in yourself that you thought you may have lost? The most difficult and revealing part of my young adult life has been admitting when I have no idea what next. That I am scared and I might not be sure where my life is going or what I'm going to do with myself. I don't take too kindly to people who pick others apart for that very human feeling. (I'm talking about you Tuesday night date. I liked you until you revealed what an unforgiving asshole you are).
I take comfort in watching people such as Emily Haines experience these very same feeling. I have watched this video countless times. Mainly because it soothes like a bowl of warm potatoes.
Help, I'm alive (too).
Sunday, June 14, 2009
As I sat in the back of the cab, impatiently tapping my foot while watching the meter climb, I realized I wasn't particularly nervous over the idea of being late. Lateness was one thing (for me, it's a reoccurring life theme). But these nerves, were more excitement than anxiousness. As I sat across from you at the cutesy Italian restaurant on Bleecker happily eating fried artichokes from your plate, it was that moment when I realized, why yes, I could get use to having you around.
The more I date or put myself out there (for lack of a better, overly used cliche), the more I realize, how wonderful you are. You are total dose of joyful, pick-me-up every time we hang. So, if we're still thick as thieves by then, let's do this next year. I'll wear a pretty dress and you'll wear something equally as awesome.
(Photos: The Sartorialist )
Saturday, June 13, 2009
1. Why do all summer parties (not one, not two, but three) seem to fall on the same day?
2. Why am I not excited about showering today? ( Peas you are rubbing off).
3. Why do all summer parties fall on the same day Gipsy Kings play Wolf Trap? Everyone I know of is doing one or the other.
4. Why does today seem perfect for napping instead of leaving the house (carefully observing my older sister curled up in a chair).
(Photos: Australia Entertains.com.au )
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tommy from Jak and Jil has teamed up with Complex Geometries to create the newest Complex Geometries look book for the White Tee Project. Two extremely talented parties, coming together. The images are, of course startling beautiful. And throw in a majestic Philip Glass piece and it's practically cinematic.
Cloudscape (LP Version) - Kurt Munkacsi
(Photos: Jak and Jil.com
Posted by etoilee8 at 7:55 PM
You know what is really glorious about being in your twenties? That rare moment when you step back, assess a-not-quite-comfortable situation and find yourself being surprisingly mature about it. When you can come off that date that didn't go quite according to plan and instead of beating yourself senselessly over it, you pause, breathe and think "he just wasn't for me". But most important, you actually believe what you're saying. You shake it off and keep moving without a second of doubt. I wouldn't trade this ability for all the shoes in the world.
It is strong and you are tough,
but a heart is not enough.
Strange Overtones - David Byrne and Brian Eno
(Photos: Damien Hirst's, Dots)
Posted by etoilee8 at 8:38 AM