tee h+m skirt yigal azrouel vest h+m or something years ago flats steve madden As much as I always want to post Totally New Exciting and Creative Things I Am Wearing, fact is I often end up wearing the same basics for weeks on end, especially once it starts getting warm (and therefore, gross) outside. (Last year’s case in point: those Alex Wang racerbacks… etc, etc, etc, etc.) I...
Fresh mint is by far one of my favourite things to cook with during summer, and Memorial Day weekend calls for summer food and drinks if nothing else. Above, gin cocktails with muddled cucumber, mint, lime, and club soda (almost dangerously refreshing, considering that each one more than two shots of gin…) and below, one of my favourite salads (seriously, I make this almost weekly from...
SAVE 2NITE // CLASS OF '97 PART 2
more: because my friends all have wicked style, and because obviously x-pro’ing the hell out of every last grainy, uber-wide-angle image needs to make a comeback along with all of the hair clips, manic panic, creepers, scrunchies, and temp tats
sleep no more
Okay, kids. We need to interrupt our usual programming because of the fact that I absolutely need to rave at great length about the incredible experience that was Sleep No More, okay? There probably isn’t much to be said about it that hasn’t already been said — NYMag and NYTimes sum it up pretty well — but I basically still can’t stop talking about it after...
CLASS OF '97
So I had a junior-high-school-dance/apocalypse-themed birthday party (are those two things really that far off in reality anyhow? sure felt like judgement day at the time) and made everyone sit for yearbook photos. Here’s the half of them I finished editing, and expect to see my totally epic/hideous outfit (there was blue lipstick, a pink hair extension, and a high-waisted green silk...
Thanks to Gretchen Jones (ps! you can buy her jewelry now! online! look! it is really good!) who showed up in the office wearing this stellar sheer white draped Gary Graham dress last week, I’ve spent the past few days absolutely obsessing over his collations and kicking myself for not paying attention to him earlier. (Seriously, how did I miss this?) The muted palettes, textures, and...
Let’s talk about how obsessed I’ve been with the styling here for like a week now, okay? WHY HAVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF A WEIRD SNAKESKIN PENCIL SKIRT BEFORE WHY DO I NOT OWN THIS RIGHT NOW) I think it’s time to ditch (or at least bury towards the back of my clothing rack) some of the past few years’ streamlined black silk and leather and go on a thrifting binge to bring...
THE RAYANNE PROJECT: WELCOME + SUBMISSION... →
Look guys! We’re official now! Here’s all the infos for all of you people who blew us the hell away with your enthusiasm and totally brilliant ideas — and a new tumblr and twitter for the project!
Y’all, we need to take a second to talk about how obsessed I am with Langoliers, okay? We all know how much I like things that mix rough with delicate, the decadent and glamorous with the macabre — so it’s no surprise that the decayed texture and organic fragility of their knit and tangled chains and metal-cast-crochet pieces appeals to me bigtime. (I guess I’m...
JUERGEN TELLER, NICK KNIGHT, + PAOLO ROVERSI -...
Juergen Teller Maybe I’m turning into a broken record here — this will, after all, be the second time I post overly enthusiastic posts about editorials by now-iconic photographers from Arena Homme in the 90’s, and it seems like every other post on this blog is now dominated by a crippling nostalgia for the decade of my youth — but like, kids, SERIOUSLY. Potentially...
THE RAYANNE PROJECT: WE NEED YOU
So a few weeks ago The Rejectionist and I were having one of our weird long gmail conversations about, like, this thing pissed us off and should we buy these pants and have you seen this cool thing on the internet and OMG the 90s, which naturally progressed into lengthy discussions about My So Called Life, because I mean, what else is there worth talking about? And we realized that the same...
Continuing my apparent ongoing obsession with photographers who call excess attention to just how creepy mandated performativity of the feminine can be (see: Alex Prager, that Kourtney Roy editorial) — some of Anna Gaskell’s photographs, largely from the 90’s. Similar to Prager (and nodding of course, as always, to Cindy Sherman, who we have to mention again that I can never...