rip recollection: volume 3

 

another installment of my walk down recollection memory lane...this was the last shoot we did (for summer '10). shot it at a friends furniture gallery. im still obsessssed with the shearling chair in the first pic, and the wood chaise she's kneeling on----yes please! natural light, totally mellow....super minimal and clean. not my usual excessive over-accessorizing. lettin' the clothes do the talkin'. the sad part about this lookbook is that none of these clothes were ever produced....travesty...but i bet you can guess who got a sample or 5! creative director: pj faulstick, styling: meee, photography: felicity byrne

chateau marant

 

isabel marant is onnnnn pointttt. although i do have to say i wasn't a fan of those little 50's bow kitten heels she recently did. a kitten heel (read no further if you are a fan) is a cardinal sin in my book. i share the same mentality on kitten heels as i do on vegas: go big or go home! what's the point of clinking around in suri cruise's little lady shoes? if you can't handle the heel, bust out a comfy sturdy wedge and call it a day! back to ms. marant, she's tops. nuff said.
dress: isabel marant, body chain: jen shon, cuff: calleen cordero, boots: dolce vita

longjohn silver

a utilitarian pajama look....i love me some harem pants. why are they so utterly unappealing for so many? dudes especially hate them....but guys usually dislike many of the garments i so cherish.....giant t-shirts, big babydoll dresses, dumpy onesies....oh well. i'm into it.

jacket: chloe, tank: 3.1 phillip lim, pants: rag&bone, shoes: chloe, necklace: bb brush, turquoise/coral ring: gara danielle

fringe benefits

 i really can't express my love for fringe in words. i guess i just dedicate a chunk of my life to it on a daily basis, and that is how i repay it for bestowing such stringy goodness upon my life. i cried a tear of joy when i first saw this dress. not only is it the perfect pale nude/pinky, but it's perfectly short, and 100% unadulterated gorgeous free flowin' fringe. thank you phillip lim. you deserve more than a 3.1 on this one. wow....amateur night at the comedy club. it's late. and it's holiday season amigos. i will be wearing this whilst drinking eggnog and making out under the mistletoe.
dress: 3.1 phillip lim, boots: deena & ozzy, handpiece: luv aj, necklace: louise manna

sister wives

 

why are vintage fabrics so amazing?  a good vintage fabric has the uncanny ability to make even an unflattering, boxy, way too long dress (seen here) awesome! not awesome is something i just realized----apparently i like to do spin dance moves with my hands in the air. third time this week. 3rd times not a charm! must retire that move. the magical geode slice around my neck is new. soixante neuf. i <3. i would like to live in a sparkly crystaly geode cave and trip out about how fab my walls were. p.s. sorry for the overdose of outfit posts and no accion! have some good shiz coming up this weekend. a party, a couple lookbook shoots--grandma is leaving the house!

dress: vintage, vest: camilla, boots: barney's co-op, turquoise ring: soixante neuf

tough cookie

 to continue on my current aussession, here's another diddy from a label that i can only buy once every few months, and have to take a second job to score. not to mention i have to scour the globe to find it. lover. why do you have to cost my left arm and my right leg? and be so utterly fantastic? the bra underneath is a velvet burnout thing that i scored at topshop in new york last time i was there. another bra that's too cute to be covered by a shirt. and to counteract the slut factor/bra as outerwear, the dumpy little kid onesie.
jumper: lover, bra: topshop, boots: opening ceremony, zoey's obssession: linzer cookies

socks & stripes

 sushi lunch. in my new one teaspoon dress with the amazing little dangly useless garters. those australians are kicking our asses in the apparel world. one teaspoon, stylestalker, ellery, shakuhachi, lover, sass & bide....all killing me on a regular basis. when it's cold i do anything in my power not to wear jeans. over the knee socks + boots = pants. not that i hate pants, i just prefer a denim short any day. even a "cold" day. i use the term cold very loosely. let's get serious--it's california. back to my original subject---why i'm jealous of the aussies. 1. because they have all the good lines at their disposal. and 2. it's hot there right now.
dress: one teaspoon, jacket: vintage, socks: american apparel, boots: joie, bag: topshop

grey poupon

pardon me......i love monotone outfits. especially grey. and nude. and beige. and black---although i rarely wear all black because i feel you lose detail. so i prefer black with nude. although that's probably not a secret. and this marni top rules my world. why does the good shit always have to be so expensive?
jacket: 12th street, top: marni, jeans: genetic, boots: shmisabel shmarant aka rosegold

head towards the light

  jacket: kite & butterfly, sandals: free people

 sweater: society for rational dress, tulle bustle: anne valerie-hash, boots: opening ceremony

 

 top: kite&butterfly, sandals: free people, hat: vintage

vintage pics i took with one of my favorite people/bffs, felicity. think this was 2 years ago? not exactly sure but it was fun. just her and i (with long hair), some jams, and mimosas. mmm mimosas....sorry long day got sidetracked. oh yes, the clothes. it was a black and nude story. which i think goes together like fries and ketchup (or mayo in my case...sick i know). and there's that little harness friend again. sequins falling off as i write this...it was so hot that day. isn't it always supposed to be hot here? california- you're lying.

ruffle jacket: kite & butterfly, tank: maggie ward, sequin harness: 12th street