22/09/2013 § Leave a Comment
J Brand Ace cropped boyfriend jean
Band of Outsiders cropped wool-piqué tuxedo pants
Acne Bit Double hooded cotton-fleece sweatshirt
LPD New York Team Philo t-shirt
J.Crew merino wool turtleneck sweater
A few fall-flavored treats I have been eying lately. While no means an exhaustive list, my taste has definitely been trending toward marled greys, rich leather and wine-colored accents. I’m not sure if I can attribute a discernible, albeit slight, shift in my personal style to a change in my profession, but I’m definitely sensing it. Case in point: where once I would default to a sort of shrunken schoolboy fit, I am now drawn to a boxier and more casually slung aesthetic. You’ll note the lack of any Ralph Lauren in the above and the appearance of Helmut Lang and Alexander Wang. Perhaps New York is finally creeping into my west coast meets east coast vibe. Whatever it is, it has me excited for cooler temps, most definitely.
03/09/2013 § 2 Comments
Yep, it’s that time again. Even if you’re not headed to class today, there is an unmistakable sense of change in the air. While summer will always remain my absolute favorite season, there is something fresh about the transition to fall. It’s a clean slate; a new beginning that somehow feels different from the first of the year — perhaps because I always feel justified in refreshing my wardrobe in the spirit of “back to school” shopping.
In keeping with that spirit, today I’ve got some great photos taken by Peter Stackpole at the University of Arizona in 1947 for Life Magazine. Why? First of all, I really shouldn’t have to justify this. Did you miss how awesome these girls are? But more importantly because, yes, even cowgirls go back to school too.
02/09/2013 § Leave a Comment
Inspiration from the month of August from my Tumblr. The grey weather today in New York definitely influenced the palette and assortment of images, but it also felt like an appropriate tone for bidding farewell to summer.
30/08/2013 § 2 Comments
Welcome to the inaugural edition of Style Roulette!
One item, two distinct styles.
For our first selection, a pair of Harvey Faircloth lace shorts. Styled by myself, and Lani of Mon Petit Chou Chou, my good friend and frequent partner in Brimfield and New York Fashion Week hijinks. While we’ve been fast friends since the day we met, and our personal styles do have a few convergence points, I’ve always appreciated Lani’s bold approach to fashion. While I tend to the more classic and relaxed, Lani loves vibrant contrast and drama — as you’ll notice from our very first round of Roulette!
Be sure to hop on over to her site to see her entry.
I envisioned this as a sort of off-duty uniform for long rambles about the city. The kind of late summer afternoon hours that easily slip into evening without you even noticing. As is my wont, I wanted to relax the lace — surprisingly, meditation didn’t work — and thought an easy silk shirt and slip-ons would do the trick. I’m also completely obsessed with all the Mougin & Picard watches for J.Crew, but this Grande Seconde is my absolute favorite.
What’s probably most interesting to note is that while Lani and I refrained from peeking at each other’s selections until we were finished, we both somehow paired the lace with leopard. Odd coincidence or next big thing? I’ll let you be the judge…
From top L-R:
Equipment Signature washed silk shirt in bright white
Harvey Faircloth lace shorts in navy
Mougin & Picard for J.Crew Grande Seconde watch in cream
Gap animal print slip-on sneakers
Clare Vivier Bando tote in cognac
Orly Genger by Jaclyn Mayer Roxbury Necklace in Violet
18/08/2013 § 1 Comment
In an auspicious turn of interwebby events, I happened upon the work of Guy Catling this week. While I’m loving most everything he’s produced, his vintage B&W photographs collaged with vibrant graphic patterns are my absolute favorite — especially the dapper gentlemen. To view more of Guy Catling’s art, head here.
All artwork by Guy Catling.
17/08/2013 § 1 Comment
Sounding a bit like Beck, The Beach Boys and Vampire Weekend had a baby,* Bigfoot, the most recent album by Santa Monica-based band Cayucas (formerly Oregon Bike Trails) is a sparkling bit of sunshine and has been a perfect August soundtrack. I highly recommend giving it a listen, and if you’re in the New York area, you can catch them at the Knitting Factory on Aug 28!
*Don’t ask me how, I’m not a scientist.
15/08/2013 § 1 Comment
This sweater is kind of like that really hot guy who’s always got a girlfriend — just mercilessly flirts with me whenever I walk by the RRL & Co flagship on West Broadway. Completely shameless. But I know he’s all talk, at least until I decide to put my money where my mouth is. I suppose a little banter never hurt anyone.
If you’re ready to pull the trigger, you can find that amazing sweater here. All I ask is that if you do make it yours, please don’t tell me. Or get me one too. Both would work, but of course I prefer the latter. Everyone wins!
*Do people still say “bills” when referring to $100 or did I just date myself?
14/08/2013 § 2 Comments
I discovered an exciting bit of news today! In an effort to encourage the free exchange of works of art, The Getty has placed online over 4,600 high resolution images of artwork in the museum’s collection as part of their Open Content Program. As long as they are properly attributed (see below), the images are available for anyone to use, publish or modify for any purpose. The collection currently contains a wide range of media, everything from paintings to manuscripts to sculpture, including these amazing pictures taken by Walker Evans in New York City during the 1920s and 1930s.
Search the Open Content images yourself here.
Last but not least, you can see an earlier post about Walker Evans here.
All images courtesy of the Getty’s Open Content Program.
04/08/2013 § 1 Comment
Photo via Instagram.
I was about halfway through the day before I realized that today marks the sixth anniversary since I landed in New York. Six years. It sort of crept up on me. More than five years, but less than ten, the time seems to have accelerated in speed since year two (or so) and while I wasn’t looking I suppose I’ve become one of those seasoned “New York people” I marveled at when I first moved here. People who understood the subways. People who were surprised by nothing. People who knew all sorts of interesting people and places in the city. People who tossed off the numbers of years they’d lived in the city with nonchalance.
Yet, I’m not sure if I’m a New Yorker. I still feel solidly connected to California and my roots out west, even though I’ve definitely settled into a rhythm within this busy, crazy, hectic city over time. Establishing your relationship with this city demands time; it’s too much to take in and too much to experience, to rush the process. Through it all, I’ve changed boyfriends, roommates, friends, colleagues, and jobs — but the city remains. I’ve lived in places like Tribeca and Crown Heights and the Upper East Side and Murray Hill and Soho and the Financial District. There are still entire neighborhoods I’ve yet to see or experience, while there are some I know like the back of my hand. I’ve danced at nightclubs that no longer exist. I know exactly where my preferred door on my preferred subway car will stop at both ends of my commute. It’s almost like you come to an agreement with New York: you eke out a tiny portion of the city, you plant some roots, and if you work hard — and have a bit of luck — you flourish.
I’ve seen plenty of people come and go. Some who predated me and decamped, declaring they’d “had enough” of it all — which to a newbie can sound almost impossible to fathom. Others arrive so full of hope and just can’t seem to make it work. Still others are taken away by school or jobs or marriages. While perhaps not as transient as Washington, DC, New York definitely maintains a sense of constant churn just below the surface. People frequently reference how long they’ve lived here or worked there. Transplants are constantly trying to figure out if they’re short-timers or in it for the long haul, while those born and bred in the city wear it as a badge.
I’ve always trusted in the assumption that when the time comes for me to leave, I will know it, innately. But right now, this crazy life still feels right. I still feel that thrill when I see the Chrysler Building at dusk. I’m still excited for that first glimpse of the skyline whenever I return from being out of town. The city still feels open, ripe for opportunity and adventure. While I don’t know what chapter of this story this might be, I know we haven’t quite reached the end…
Happy Anniversary, New York. I still love you.
04/08/2013 § 1 Comment
Officially even more excited for those impending September issues.
Shot by Patrick Demarchelier for Vogue UK, via Studded Hearts.