A photo I took the second time I went to New York with my parents. I miss having access to a darkroom.
ph. by Colin Sokol
(thrifted bustier over RVCA dress, American Apparel socks..thank you AA for sending me packages of weird things every now and then..my favorites are the oddities that never make it to their website, vintage coat, Jessica Simpson platforms)
This coat is without a doubt now the warmest thing I own...with the 25 lb. weight behind it to prove it. Wearing dramatic coats around here is something that I find a sort of strange pleasure in. For one, people seem to be impressed by anything more than a substantial-ish sweatshirt..and even when wearing said dramatic piece yields an ideal body temperature, there are slight undertones of crazy that go along with the whole situation. I find this all very funny apparently.
I get a lot of questions in regards to the "braveness" to dress any way you want to in the public eye..be it the grocery store, school, party, etc...and where I get the confidence to wear this or that. Which is strange to me because I'm really not that out there in my mind...but it's touching in the most real way to read emails from girls that thought they were too tall to wear platform heels/afraid what their peers would think if they were to dress the way they wanted to/want to add some glamour back into their lives saying that I've inspired them to break out of the box in any way. My outlook has always been that people in the streets aren't dressing to please me, why should I take them into account when dressing myself? Playing with clothes is one of the most basic pleasures in life along with other stupid crap like peeling nail polish off in single sheets, crawling into a sun warmed car, and laughing about nothing and everything. If I were to die tomorrow I would be glad that I wore a slightly inappropriate coat and five inch heels to a deserted train station in the middle of the day. You know what I mean?
(Lover tunic, Forever 21 shorts, Earlums ear cuffs, thrifted jacket, vintage bag, Chloe boots, random harness belt and tights)
I seriously love Aloha Rag..such a refreshing edited selection of labels (Chloe, Demeulemeester, Lim, CdG, Margiela) and enough jewelry to make a parchment scroll of a wishlist (largely due to all the Luis Morais up for grabs). I've been to their Honolulu location before and was stoked to see couple of the same faces from that visit..but hopefully they didn't place me as the girl that had shamelessly groped all their Balenciaga..okay on maybe more than one visit. Hmmm. Anyway, they had a launch party during fashion week to celebrate a collaboration with Thakoon....see the perfectly oversized plaid cardigans above. Supposed to be men's but I think that could be pretty easily bent. Thakoon himself was so sweet and funny...I was too nervous to approach him until Colin forced me to by telling him he was making me nervous (umm thanks) and then I got even more awkward and stammer-y when he told me he had read my blog. This was most unfortunate because I should have asked him about the giant hoods and draped dresses he showed for fall and how to tie a scarf in such a perfect voluminous knot. Oh well. I spotted a few Teen Vogue staffers in a sea of well dressed Japanese people, which only got me more excited about leaving for Tokyo in ONE WEEK. I'm so not ready but I can't wait.
(vintage shrug and hooded cardigan, Alexander Wang jacket and bag, Forever 21 armwarmers, Claude Maus dress, J Brand jeans, BCBG Mendel boots)
I found this hoodie at a vintage store in Huntington Beach with Kristin a while ago, I love that it buttons instead of zipping and the fact that it's cashmere..good basics make for warm layering...or something.
We took these as we were leaving Bryant Park (for the last time ever! for a show anyway..goodbye green chairs) and ran down the street right afterwards to get a cab and thaw out in the backseat. So so cold.
(ph. by Colin Sokol)
Minimalism with a twist - Max Azria was extremely wearable but full of beautiful details that make you look twice. Paneling was slashed at an angle across loose dresses, draped tops turned around to entirely sheer backs that hung alluringly slightly off the body, legs were tightly leathered, and day-to-night dresses featured strong asymmetry. As a whole this struck me as a collection that you could pick four or five pieces from and be relatively set for any number of days/occasions. Even though my pack-everything, option-focused self would probably never want to actually see any such plan through. The muddy neutrals and monochromy seemed heavily '90s but in a fresh way that has me wanting to play with the ideas in my closet..the pointy toed wedge boots can come too.
I wore a Topshop dress over a RVCA dress with this harness belt I picked up at some generic beachside store near my house + big old vintage faux fur to shield me from the snow and Jas MB clutch.
- Ann-Sofie Back FW10/11
- Proenza Schouler SS10
- Miu Miu top, shorts, and sash bag in Harper's Bazaar January 1999
(on me: tshirt, American Apparel shorts, Plush socks, Dolce & Gabbana wedges, Forever 21 parka, on Kristin: vintage sweater, Forever 21 tights, Chanel wedges)
The rest of the photos I meant to post last week. I was behind even before I was behind. Not sure if we had more fun after we left my house or trying on clothes for an hour before.
(Forever 21 leopard tights)
A return to actual warm sunshine..but I'm not feeling too good and am also kind of freaked out from watching The Craft on TV just now. Just when I was googling Fairuza Balk to make sure she really isn't that crazy, I read that she served as an "uncredited technical advisor" for the movie based on her own neo-pagan beliefs and that she owned the biggest occult store in the US for a while (via wiki). Cool. Can't say I didn't love the wardrobe though. Hopefully I'll dream about that instead of snakes..everywhere..
I've got a huge amount of photos to sift through from NY, will get started on that soon.
(vintage dress and velvet bag, Chloe boots, YSL ring)
Andrew Bevan is one of my favorite people I've met through blogging..he's someone that I could easily imagine hanging out with even if we both hated fashion and lived in North Dakota (no offense ND, San Diego is just about as off the fashion radar as you are). We promised to meet up after running into each other on the way into the Alexandre Herchcovitch show and upon our reunion laughed about and at pretty much everything..but only after I saved him from a freshly divorced vodka-happy partygoer who proceeded to hit on a confused Colin. I hope she found happiness later on that night.
Please note his gigantic safety pin necklace. Imagine the things you could fuse together with that thing.
(ph. by me)
Inspired by the tempestuous dancer and courtesan Lola Montez, the Marchesa collection was somehow elegant and whimsical, and the pieces only became exponentially more stunning when viewed up close. My inner wannabe ice skater is a sucker for well executed nude mesh, but the real standouts were the white feathered minidress and a darkly beautiful starred up concoction with tulle spilling down the front.