Considering the amount of my wardrobe that’s relatively minimal and black, white, or grey and my tendency to fall into a black-jeans-tee-and-blazer routine, I’m always lusting after over-the-top statement heels. My latest obsession is definitely Heavy Machine — the unusual architectural designs and wild colours are somewhere between United Nude and those Balenciaga shoes, and...
Maybe it’s a lingering nostalgia for the west coast after four days on California beaches for an LA wedding, or just my probably-sorta-creepy-near-obsession with Bambi Northwood-Blyth (or just with her eyebrows and the related sting of my everlasting grudge that I ever began tweezing my eyebrows in the first place,) or a painfully cliche obsession for anything that vaguely resembles...
blouse anthropologie sweater oak shorts h+m tights american apparel shoes delias glasses rayban Similar to Meagan’s recent post about “imperfect” clothes, a number of recent conversations I’ve had about the vague offensiveness of the concept that one ought to “flatter their figure,” and to my newly deliberately-kind-of-awful haircut, today I wore a number...
patti smith + robert mapplethorpe by judy linn
Sorry kids, is this too many photography posts in a week? But seriously, you guys — that photo of Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe on their balcony that everyone ever loves has been done to death and we still love it, but check out these images of the two of them, shot by Judith Linn (who teaches at my alma mater, and who I definitely had no idea was hanging around Manhattan with Patti...
While when it comes to NYC street photography I tend to rave mostly about Bruce Davidson (I’ve blogged about Brooklyn Gang probably like sixteen times by now for real) and while the slick, stylish urban glitz of his work creates a romantic vision of this city which I can’t get enough of, Helen Levitt is among my favourites as well. Along with Walker Evans and Henri Cartier-Bresson,...
luc besson's fifth element and gaultier in the...
It’s no secret that The Fifth Element has long been one of my favorite movies. (actually, in general, an aside about how I’ve always kind of been way into Luc Besson’s girls though I Have Some Cognitive Dissonance about the whole like fragile-tortured-asskicking-childlike-animallike-babe thing? ANYHOO. Clothes!) But re-watching it last night drove home one reminder pretty hard:...
Bevel. Kind of obsessed with these ear cuffs and wishing the strange face-armor was, you know, work/life-appropriate. I love the creepy, organic, almost exoskeleton-like feel to everything: it looks like the decayed bones of some small animal or like the cracked and sea-worn remnants of crabs and shells you find on the beach. [[via Jesse//CreateBuildDestroy]] More after the jump.
my girl virginia has some thoughts on teh fashions...
five ways to wear a bridesmaid dress
Point: this is a post about me wearing something frilly and yellow and sort of liking it. I have to admit that when my dear friend Heidi asked me to fly out to LA to be a bridesmaid in her wedding later this month, my joy for her was clouded by a bit of concern. Surely at some point during our four years of friendship throughout college she must have realised that I was an irascible and highly...
more old film. august thru december, disposable cameras.
It seems like I’ve been getting into a habit, post-NYFW, of going over the actual-real-season’s collections rather than the ones currently being shown: a few days hinting at the sun and warmth here in New York has me too excited for BEING ABLE TO WEAR OPEN TOE SHOES AND NOT WEAR 3 PAIRS OF SOCKS/TIGHTS EVERY DAY for me to focus on too much fabulous wool outerwear. So aside from still...
old rolls of film. late august, early morning