Drunk and Hot Girls

Whoever says that Marni isn't sexy has obviously never seen these shoes...


...or these mittens...


From Mona Moore

I Think I'm Turning Japanese

Balenciaga
And A.A. with flouro pink
Eyes makes me happy.



At the risk of a
Cliché, Vlada works the vibe
Of Lolita and

Alice Liddle, with
Her kneesocks, garden setting,
And her very smug gaze.



The simplicity
Of the black dress and Chanel
Bag let the beauty

Of the degradé,
Curved heel, high gloss Prada
Shoes shine even more.


Run faster, blondie!
Your long sweater and long locks
Trail behind you as

You pass the truck of
The Manhattan Fruit Exchange.
You are surely late.


Severe ruby hair
Gleams against china skin and
Scarlet lips. Your shirt

Is crisp and clean and
A dominatrix would wear
Those boots. Your bike is

Fabulous and it
Complements the blouse and hair.
You are quite striking.


A silk headband and
Hovering fringe complete the
Twenties spirit of

The dress. Her skin is
Dewy and she wears earrings
Of diamond. But,

Please, lay off the coke,
Irina Lazareanu.
It is not healthy.

(I Believe In) Travellin' Light

I've been on holiday for the past week and a half or so, and unfortunately, my brand new, super-cool, old-school, funky-fresh Marc by Marc suitcase is stuck somewhere between Munich and Los Angeles. It should be here eventually, but really, my life is in that suitcase. It pains me to think of possibly losing my Sigerson Morrison flats, my Notify cords, my vintage cashmere sweaters, my Eberjay lingerie, my Marc by Marc loafers! I'm managing, but it's very hard. This is the cost of traveling in style. You want to look good on vacation, so you pack good clothes, but then you risk losing them in the hysteria that is baggage checking. But travel in style I must, so there's really no other option. And if you want to travel in style, you need good luggage. I simply wuv my Marc by Marc (which I will definitely take pictures of when it returns to me), but I'd go crazy over...
Something from the Vuitton Epi leather collection. It's so posh and slick, while remaining relatively understated. Quiet luxury, one might say.

Bottega Veneta's travel line is in the same vein of unassuming and subtle chic. It's even less flashy than Vuitton, and to me, has a more exclusive feeling to it.
Vuitton's Damier collection is good too, but it seems like the sort of thing I'd paint designs all over to keep it from seeming too trashy or new money. Just imagine it DIY Stephen Sprouse style, with Of Montreal lyrics and cute little bunnies painted all over it. Nice.

I'd completely avoid the Monogram Vuitton series, because, well, I sincerely don't think I'm one of those people who could use it without evoking Jessica Simpson. I think you either have to be extremely polished and European-looking or very edgy in a CDG way to work it. Maybe it'd look okay all beaten-up and weathered, but otherwise, this collection isn't for me.

Of course, we can't forget Goyard. Nothing screams "I have money and maybe some semblance of refinement!" quite like its chevron print canvas pieces.

Hermes is the ultimate in luggage, though. The quality and old money cool factor of the incredibly pricey French house is unparalleled.

Ocean of Noise

Sorry I haven't posted in so long, but I've been studying the Great War and stochiometry with intensity, whilst wearing Comme des Garçons and Lewis Cho, of course. Many things have happened in the world of fashion while I've been away. Marc Jacobs went into rehab, which is good for him, but I hope he doesn't get entirely clean, because he seems to do his best while just slightly tweaked. Too many drugs, though, result in cheap YSL rehashes. Also, the house of Halston has been ressurected, with Rachel Zoe involved as a stylist. This should be interesting. And by interesting, I mean tripe shoved down our throats by US Weekly and In Style, with maybe the occasional decent dress. And of course, I found more things that I want.
Helmut Lang's open-weave knit tank strikes the perfect balance between simple, slutty, and wierd.


Everytime I see Bing Bang's swan belt, I want to burst out into song. Swans, swans, swans sing songs...all night loooong...


And Celestina's mother-of-pearl Cambridge clutch is gorgeously futuristic while remaining soft and natural. It reminds me a lot of Calvin Klein.


All are available at Barney's.

Hit to Death in the Future Head

Hussein Chalayan is a genius. No one blends beauty and technology as spectacularly as he does, and I'm not sure if anyone will. Everything he does is fresh, original, and gorgeous. Really, the man defines the word unique. I don't know what else there is to say.

Parallel Lines

Io amo (my best grasp at Italian)...
This picture of Tanya backstage at Cavalli


The angelic, quaint braids at Bottega Veneta


Hye's adorably minimal dress, and the smile she wears with it


The rich beauty and horrifying ugliness of the Prada show, combined with innovative accessories and exciting textures.



The old-school vamp hair and makeup at Gucci


Various Sartorial-ized homies





Photos: style.com

I'm Cool Like That

Currently feeling...
Simple, one-layer outfits, with polished and interesting accessories. Nice.
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Pictures from net-a-porter and Barney's.

Push Me, and Then Just Touch Me

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Vena Cava's cutely rumpled, romantic wanderer look, consisting of up-for-anything layers, flowing shapes, and subtle ethnic influences.






Costello Tagliapietra's masterful cutting and draping skills, which achieved an avant-garde yet ladylike look.






Julia Roitfeld looking every bit the French socialite in a fur coat and a Thakoon dress.


The Sartorialist's awesome street style finds.