Sunday, January 31, 2010

Ma faves from Spring 2010 Couture

Livin' large


The moon.
Sexy pinata death. whoa.
I love this green. It's very soft. I also want silver highlights (not the ones nature gave me)
This is like a water color painting, non?

Shoes. Rings. Pretty Things









Ship to Shore

I went to go see Andrew Hardwood's Sailor exhibit. Faux tape ribbon seaweed? Not so much. Glitter sequin sea wall? Sparkly.




all pictures taken by the lovely Jessica Gibson

Saturday, January 30, 2010

It is too cold to leave my house*






*this is why God created the internet

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Paper pretty things


Giving these sweet handmade paper flowers for Valentines Day would score some serious love points.





Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Invisible footwear what?

Andrea Chaves has created some very experimental shoes. The show above is completely reflective. So, in a sense, it is invisible, as it will look like what ever you are standing on/in/beside.


Not very practical, but they look amazing...and when it comes to footwear, ladies are always willing to forgo comfort for something unique.

I like this blog and I cannot lie


Look, am I late coming to the table with this? This blog is like a crystal horse riding, forest walking, enchanted dreamy fashion mix up. This is more than just boring old reporting on trends, this is making trends. Or should I say making art? Or both? http://fleurlux.blogspot.com/





Japanese Hair Trends


Monday, January 11, 2010

I need to smell the ocean

I have a strong urge to put on my backpack and contemplate life in the ocean. It's a pretty strong urge. I feel like the ocean can heal me like nothing else can. I try to make the Pilgrimage when ever I can. It seems far away from this cold apartment right now. I'll tell you that.



You are what you love


I can't really explain what it is exactly about Jenny Lewis that makes me love her so. Her sweet country voice, her tiny stature and fiery hair, her biting lyrics... she is admittedly brash, honest and self effacing and I guess I admire that. She is wrapped up in my past, a romance and my memories of living across the world, where I discovered her. When I was done and I had listened to her the hole way 'round this globe, I came home and got to meet her. It was like she was welcoming me home. And I haven't left since. I think that really means that I've had to grow up and stop traipsing around the world. But she has come to visit me from time to time and I always go say hi.