Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Someday My Prints Will Come





Traditionally, I've been a solids gal with a particular penchant for neutrals and the occasional, but conservative, bright hue. Lately, however, I've found myself gravitating towards all things psychedelic, tribal, and animal. With the newfound surge of optimism that dominated the spring runways--and, for some, the stock market--, designers and shoppers alike have bought into the hope that prints sartorially represent. The ubiquitous leopard print from fall has now evolved into something wilder, something freer: eccentric pattern mixing; feral and tamed animals alike coexisting; and ladylike and hyperbolic floral versions. My most recent purchases testify to this attraction: a tiger-print bubble skirt from Miu Miu, a leopard-print camisole from YSL, a green and gray cubist blouse from Christian Cota, and an asymmetrical zebra sweater from a local boutique. And with the lure of these gorgeous spring prints, I have a feeling that this attraction won't end anytime soon.
Friday, December 18, 2009
The One That Got Away

Photo Credit: StockholmStreetStyle
"There is always one girl out there that got away...the one that got away...guys have that and serial killers have that."--Adam Sandler in Funny People
Add THAT DRESS to that list. *SIGH*
Monday, November 30, 2009
A Few of My Favorite Things



FAVORITE THING #5: Murad. While we're on the subject of beauty products, let me introduce you to Murad's Clarifying Cleanser. Great for people who have mild to severe acne.
What are some of your favorite things?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The Return of the Kitten Heel?


Dear Patient and Faithful Readers: Thank you for your patience during my long absence. I needed some time away from my blog, and I'm also currently reassessing whether or not I want to continue with it. I'm back--for now--but I will let you know if that changes. I greatly appreciate all of the kind notes you sent and I'll be visiting your blogs again soon.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Fur. Concrete. Spice.

Leather Jacket: Rick Owens
Cashmere Sweater: Gap
Black and White Tee: BCBG
Jeans: Silence + Noise
Booties: Chanel
Bag: Prada
Here I am wandering around the courthouses and federal buildings by the Brooklyn Bridge stop on the 4/5/6 train line. In the above photo, I'm looking at the Sugar House Prison Window, which was originally part of a prison for American Patriots during the Revolutionary War.
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More vest shots:
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Crabby in Chinatown
Red cashmere sweater: Vince
Tee: Old Navy
Skinny Pants: 7 for All Mankind
Eel boots: Devi Kroell
Bag: Fendi
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Sacre bleu! What is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab
Quel dommage. What a loss
Here we go in the sauce
Now some flour, I think just a dab
Now I stuff you with bread
It don't hurt cause you're dead
And you're certainly lucky you are
'Cause it's gonna be hot
In my big silver pot
Tootle-loo, mon poison, au revoir!
--"Les Poissons" from The Little Mermaid
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Black Out

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A quick perusal of my closet will unequivocally remind you that I am a New Yorker: a torrent of black, a deluge of gray, and a barrage of denim dominate my limited storage space with occasional but meager sprinkles of color. Like the atmospheric amnesia I suffer every fall (is this what 38 degrees feels like?!), I am reminded by the recent cold, premature blast of winter how dark my sartorial choices have been lately.
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It's undeniable that the fashion gods have dictated that fall 2009 would be a season of black. (Remember, they were designing when the economic gloom was at its peak.) Admittedly, I was lured by the promise of the easy chic: black goes with everything; black is edgy; black is the new black. Now, looking at my shadowy wardrobe and sighing through the spring runway shows, I am seduced by the promise of warmth and the color of joy. Alexander McQueen's psychedelic sci-fi dresses, Lanvin's candy-colored jeweled concoctions, and Proenza Schouler's tribal blues and greens all signaled a meaningful industry reappraisal of the power of--and need for--bright colors.
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Of course, this newfound worship of all things color does not mean a scorn of all things black. When the winter chill pierces the bone, somehow a suit of black armor seems like the most appropriate choice when facing the elements or huddling with a crowd of fierce fellow New Yorkers, who are all, like me, secretly dreaming of spring.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Seeing Red
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