Saturday, February 28, 2009

Hippie Loving

Up-and-coming L.A. designer making custom headpieces channeling both Native Americans and the flower children of the sixties, is there much more to say? Check out her brilliant lookbook on the website:

Friday, February 27, 2009

Channeling Amelia

There is something so timeless about a good leather jacket. It's that piece in your closet that can make annual appearances without the groan of fashion savvy friends or the scolding of your significant other for never wearing a different jacket. Albeit, the jacket does look a little more badass if you include a Harley and a large bicep tattoo in the mix, my ultimate goal remains to make the leather jacket look more feminine, a task easier said than done. With trailers beginning to air for the new movie starring Hilary Swank about Amelia Earhart, I find myself newly motivated to buy that perfect leather jacket. The allure of Amelia's tomboy sexiness has inspired countless American women to sport the leather jacket and try their hand at flying, and while the former remains the easier of the two it will the be the option I opt for. Finding a leather jacket could be compared to finding that great pair of black pumps, near impossible. While most leather jackets either engulf the wearer or end up looking a little more Hells Angels than downtown hipster, the ideal jacket doesn’t try too hard. One leather bomber I love, the jacket featured above, is one from the Urban Renewal line by Urban Outfitters. What I like about this particular model is that it has a hood (all that’s missing is a pink motorcycle) and is a little more form fitting than the standard. And this is one of the many jackets out there suitable with a frilly spring dress or your flying lessons. Yet, the moral of the story is not the type or fit of the jacket, what matters is the bold statement one makes. Amelia Earhart may have gotten lost and tragically died on some foreign tropical island, but at least she looked good doing it.

Get this jacket:

Thursday, February 26, 2009


The idea of creating a blog has been in the works for a while, my plan of action slowly simmering in my mind. I plan to offer and post my findings of “it”; the spattering of pop culture that contains that magical and covetable factor, the inexplicable allure of everything hip. Andy Warhol claimed that everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame and although I hope I get mine someday, in the meantime I want to share the clothes, people, and music that deserve their fifteen minutes right now.

Ever since my first Nordstrom sale at the tender age of three when I proceeded to drag around a huge shopping bag full of all the fabulous clothes I intended to buy my love for fashion has been unwavering. This blog is about those fabulously stylish people we all secretly or not so secretly gape at every chance we get and how they became so intriguingly chic. This blog is about culture, the real culture not found in textbooks but on the streets of our cities and hallways of our high schools. I will not make any promises of what this blog will turn into nor can I promise that it will be updated everyday with new fashion findings, yet I will attempt to share my obsession with aesthetics.

Some people may judge me and call me superficial because I have a fashion blog and not a blog about politics or environmental consciousness, yet I am only asking for a chance. I want to prove that what we put on in the morning does matter, that what we wear sends a message to the world, screaming (or sometimes whispering) who we are and what we stand for. Except for maybe nudists, no one can claim to be exempt from this world of fashion. As hard as some might try, it will never happen. So give in already and enjoy my blog whether you feel style is force fed to you or whether you eat it out of the palm of Anna Wintour's hand. And as for the latter folk, this blog is dedicated to you.