Clockwise from left: maison martin margiela pumps, clare vivier bag, arielle de pinto necklace, giada forte wool trousers, vanessa bruno blazer,vintage scarf, im dicker boots, acne dress.
My life has been reduced to one of my highest periods of laziness. I'm still productive in the grander picture, like actually going to the gym, eating well, working really hard, put in the effort to slap on some red lipstick and dancing a lot, but fashion for me has become a different little monster.
This is pretty much what I look like everyday, sans eyeglasses since I don't want to touch my eyeballs for a few months (it can't be sanitary, right?). I've narrowed my daily look to "fucking comfortable." That's it. My pants are simply a variation on sweatpants or pajama bottoms and I wear them everywhere, including parties and formal meetings. Dresses have to be over-sized with little draping tricks that makes it look cool and not mumu-like. I have one skirt and my friend Otto says that it makes me look like "Heathers." I tell him to suck it because I'm comfortable like he is in his puffy vest and his slim, but not skinny pants. I still refuse to brush my hair unless it is turning into a frightening dread and I only wear bras that feel like I'm not wearing a bra. I spend more money on being comfortable too. Trust me, it is worth it when you are chillin in some cashmere. I have also narrowed my regular shoe wear down to three, count it, THREE shoes.
When I start wondering if people will judge me I remind myself that this is California.
Maas and Stacks Fall/Winter 2011 lookbook with some of my favorite musicians and favorite gentlemen with gentle souls, Johan and Jordan from Tres Lingerie and Dion from Late Young. Lookin good boys!
This store is essentially what I would want in a men's store, edited down to just the best stuff. White Mountaineering. Crisp Band shirts that aren't too literal or boring, Masterpiece bags, and some of the best fabrics money can buy. Right now they have a great holiday pop up shop from OK store in LA.
I'm one of those women who loath, absolutely LOATH walking around with a bag. I don't know why the fashion industry doesn't seem to understand that there is a group of women who want an inner pocket in their jackets. That we only carry a wallet, keys, phone and lipstick.
I have the upper body strength of Olive Oyl. Occasionally I carry a clutch, but only if I'm feeling girly. I rarely carry a bag unless I have to drop something off for someone, my boyfriend wants me to carry his sunglasses' case, I'm playing records somewhere or I have absolutely no pockets.
It has probably taken me about 4 years to finally settle on a solitary black bag that doesn't make me feel like a sucker. I like this one a lot. It is affordable, classy, good quality and made in the US of A.
Oh my boss is watching a bunch of the NYFW shows right now (she got to meet Bill Cunningham. So jealous!). I didn't really like many of them myself, save for a few good styling tips from JCrew and the unpretentious charm of the ladies at Vena Cava. Men's clothing for me at these times is a highlight (I reverted back to how adorable the boys from Acne SS12 were). I must be turning into a guy or a jaded, grumpy old women.