Possibly, the coolest coat that has ever appeared on my computer screen.
Yep. Not, much else to say after that.
If you’d like a private viewing of this Todd Lynn masterpiece, enjoy.
Noir
Bringin’ Sexy Back to the Mesozoic Era
Thats right, my Paleontologist bitches! I stumbled upon this beautiful cuff while reading Racked upcoming sales. It has that blend of sex appeal and historical accuracy that we’ve come to demand from our jewelry. The piece is by Noir and lets you release your untamed side. You don’t walk, you prowl….Grrrr
(Warning: this accessory may unintentionally imply to a gentleman that clubbing you on the head and dragging you home by the hair is an acceptable form of seduction. It is, most certainly, not).
Remember when models had to be pretty?
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Probably not the words you’d expect to follow this photo. Allow me to stitch together the pieces (in the same delicate manner it looks like this womans chest has been sewn).
Halloween night on a posh elm-lined street in Brooklyn. Its 6pm but already dark and ripe for a frightening and soul-chilling adventure through an affluent neighborhood in the preferred school district. As we dodge the lilliputian Lady Gagas and Captain Jack Sparrows, strollers whiz through as though driven by Ryan Gosling. We come upon a(nother) brownstone with a large barrel in front. On the front of the barrel there’s a note instructing the passer-by to “clap loudly.” We obey. What followed could only have come from the mind of a blood-thirsty serial killer who spent years trapped in an abandoned mausoleum watching horror movies to perfect the craft of terror. Or from a bored trophy wife. Either way, what resulted was an over caffeinated zombie wrapped up in dirty blood-soaked gauze who LEAPT out from the barrel and lunged at us. Screaming in a pitch that rivaled our own.
Still, not as scary at the photo above. Seriously, WTF is going on with her face?
Green: any shade. any time of day. anyone.
Sunny? Green.
Snowy? Green.
A 5yr-olds way of expressing how trans-seasonal a green bag really is. It brightens up our beloved black look. It compliments our earth tones, (actually, it kind of is THE earth tone, right?) and fits in comfortable with color-blocking trend.
I worked with an adorable woman who looked like a petite Meshell Ndegeocello. She loved green and would layer it flawlessly; a pistachio green tee under a lightweight olive crewneck sweater with a fennel green cashmere scarf wrapped around her neck. Now, it seems like I just described a salad bar but the look worked. Trust me! You can mix your greens (mixed greens? did someone skip lunch today? why am i feeling suddenly woozy?) …what Im saying is that greens never clash. So don’t be afraid.
So, who has a coupon for seamless web? Don’t be stingy!
Strategic dots
At least with the original, aint no fussing about underpants!
Imitation is the best…okay, its illegal. The copycats arent even trying to make their version of the Stella McCartney dress look different. How difficult would it have been? Its a dress with circles. Make it a square? Or an oval? My 3 year old could have been the Creative Director who saved Mango and Topshop from legal battles.
Mini Missoni
I wasn’t even looking.
Honest, I just went to Target for ziploc bags. But what happens after the dust settles at the end of a CRAZY insane mad-rush to get Missoni pieces from Target? What happens after the Bethenny Frankels bring their bodyguards to Harlem to chase the chevron dream?
You find a sole pair of rain boots for a little girl who is growing like a weed. Who, at 3 years old can almost fit into her mothers shoes.
These boots may have been the only thing left in the store by Missoni. Like Newt from “Alien”, these boots were left alone to survive. But in a sea of Exhilaration and Merona products. Oh, the poor dear.
Fly by the seat of your....hey!
Have a Seat.
A new way to recycle chairs? Perhaps. Beautiful idea. But for some reason, it makes me think about the episode of Gilligan’s Island where both Mary Ann and Ginger were caught in quicksand. They may it seem so luxurious, like it was a mud bath somewhere in Bodrum, and not a life-threatening situation. Guess they figured, “look, we are already stuck on this damn island where the self-glorifying professor insists on showing us a new species he created by splicing the the dna of a jellyfish and a mosquito but can’t get a goddamned radio signal?!? Death by quicksand would be sweet relief.”
Grey leather. Everything's forgiven.
Grey leather.
Grey leather with gathered detail.
This skirt is gorgeous. And while I admire its attempt at being scandolous, I appreciate that it can save itself from itself by being an innocent and unassuming shade of grey. Like Julia Roberts playing a hooker. Dark red tendrils falling around her face and those bright whites smiling back at us…a hooker? Aw, shucks. Go ahead and wear your tie-dye “two-fer” dress from Jimmy Jazz. We forgive you.
No frill Jil. Nails it EVERY time.
Luxury muted color by Jil Sander.
Those beautiful lines. So linear and sexy. Raf Simons clothing has the discipline of a monk. And a librarians unintentional sex appeal.
Blunt. Yet sharp.
Emily Blunt in Prada. Two colors with a pop across the middle.
Giuseppe Zanotti
Fun Color Shoe by Giuseppe Zanotti. Why bother? Let the shoes do all the work.
Blue suede shoe
Pop Shoe by Christian Louboutin. Certainly the shoes that Elvis really had in mind. “Don’t step” is putting it mildly. “Back off, bitches!" speaks from the heart.
Rothko
Color Blocking: Mark Rothko was the pioneer with his Candy Land shapes, but fashion took it outside the box and gave it form.
Seriously, WTF
After hearing about this new cafe in Fort Greene from my guy at www.newcoffeeupdates.com, I ran through the park in a melodramatic fashion to check it out. I arrived (sweating!) and ordered (gasping for breath!) an Ethiopian blend. The
"Come on boots...start walking!"
To those of you who have exhibited enviable restraint from wearing their tall boots mid-October, we salute you.
Hope you enjoyed this fall day with the apropos footwear.
Training...to watch the marathon
I was SASSing my closet this morning and found these sneakers.
Inspired I went for a jog around Prospect Park.
Turns out, they make shoes specifically designed for running:
These are not them.
Check out the NYTimes article about how its ok if your sneakers dont have GPS installed or the ability to Tweet:
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/23/health/23patient.html
Im off to enjoy an undeserved beverage from a pretentious juice bar.
GAP Launches Shoes
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GAP is launching shoes today!
http://ny.racked.com/tags/pierre-hardy-x-gap
Although their old adage “Fall into the Gap” does not convey footwear confidence, we wish them success in the launch.
Smoky Joe
Debra Messing just makes me want to wear eyeliner everyday.
It seems Jared Leto also has a similar affect on me.
*(Im not the enthusiastic fan standing next to Jared in this photo. Im guessing after she had her friend take the photo, the dreams of printing it and framing it fell by the wayside and it just lives in her camera phone. Oh Jordan Catalano, you deserved better).
No Snake Eyes!
I felt philanthropic as I tossed change into the outstretched hat of the panhandler on the subway this morning.
The hat had a Mohegan Sun logo on it.
Now I feel like an enabler.
TRUST FALL!
"Fall" Fashion?
Could it be the bottom-heavy silhouette of our girl that has here trust falling into the arms of her colleague? Or is it that she’s as excited as we are for chunky knits? And chunky peanut butter. But that’s another posting altogether.
Michael Kors Fall 2010 Ready-to-Wear Collection Slideshow on Style.com