give it away give it away now

random photo of a girl with bitchin' cutoffs: via Fashioncopious

There comes a time in every blogger's life when she is deemed either relevant or simply average enough to do a giveaway on her blog sponsored by some clothing website or company that has Twitter and "social marketing" written into its mission statement.

For me, that day has come.

Chickdowntown has been hoing it up with lots of bloggers lately, so it should come as no surprise that they are to thank for this little contest. And yes, it is a contest. You can't have something for nothing. This is America.

Here it is: if you want to win, comment on this post with your email address and your go-to-source for photo inspiration. Is it ffffound? tfs? Refinery29? It doesn't even have to be a fashion website. Just something with beautiful pictures. Try to name something unique that I may not have heard of. I'll visit all of those sites and in the end, whoever gave me the most inspiring inspiration shall be gifted with: (drumroll please...)

Any item from BB Dakota or any Love Quotes scarf. I figure that way there's something for everyone. The BB Dakota stuff is really cute (aside from that abominable Twilight Jacket) and there are lots of styles to choose from, like:

L to R: Battalion Jacket, Walsh Skirt, and Eggshell Collins Lace Tunic

And the Love Quotes scarf is...well, let's be honest. I want to own anything that's good enough for Lauren Conrad.

Sound good? Ok. Now for my contractual obligations:

Check out these links for cute sandals and long summer dresses.

Sky Dresses

Mystique Sandals

You can also follow Chickdowntown on Facebook and Twitter, if you're into that kind of thing. Well maybe you should be, becauase Amy, the owner, just loves doing contests and giveaways. She must be a very generous person.

What's everyone doing this weekend?

dear god WHY??

top to bottom, left to right: Balenciaga sandals, Jil Sander sculpted-heel pumps, Lanvin pumps with grosgrain ribbon, J Brand 30" jean, Ever grey jean, 7 for all Mankind zip-ankle jean, Prada snakeskin heels, Christian Louboutin pony hair wedges, Christian Louboutin lace-up heels, Alexander Wang cutout tank, Marc by Marc Jacobs bag, Stella McCartney blazer.

So, happy news: for the first time ever, the Barneys New York warehouse sale is coming to San Francisco!

Sad news: I can't go. But I would totally cut a bitch for those Jil Sander platforms.

end scene

Urban outfitters t-shirt, juicy couture shorts

Had a great weekend! It was my friend Hank's 30th birthday, so we all went to the beach in Point Reyes and rented this rad house in the woods and got drunk playing Cranium. I guess that might make us nerds, but didn't you hear? Board games are so hot right now.

Ok, now I'm going to finish reading Wuthering Heights (soooo good) and then go to bed.

Goodnight xxxxoooo

miuccia, you've outdone yourself

All photos: Prada Fall 09 Lookbook via Fashioncopious

Whoever came up with these divine creations deserves a cupcake. And I don't just mean the clothes. It's the everything. Why don't I get shit like this in the mail instead of 5 Victoria's Secret catalogs a week? Not that those aren't fun too...

ps
Anyone know what happens on Photobucket when you reach 500 pictures? Do they force you to start paying? Do all your pictures disappear? Do dead babies rain from the sky? WHAT?! I'm drawing ever nearer to that arbitrary number, and I'm worried about my pictures.

aux belles choses

Behold, the magnificent and wondrous object of my affection--a floor lamp. Yes Goddammit, a floor lamp. I could have had shoes, a new bag, or a shit ton of stuff from H&M, but I got a floor lamp. It brings the room together and throws crazy shadows up on the ceiling, so I think it was worth it. Buying furniture not from Ikea is grownup shit.

For anyone in the San Francisco area, I highly recommend checking out Therapy on Valencia and 16th in the Mission (the furniture side, not the clothing side). Besides having fabulous things, the owner has a policy where he lets you take something home on a payment plan. So you leave your credit card info and they'll charge 1/4 of the price every month. Highly cool, and the #1 reason I actually bit the bullet and brought this baby home. It's a little easier to swallow at $70 a month.

drape

Urban Outfitters t-shirt, thrifted jeans, vintage necklace, thrifted bag, Pour La Victoire shoes, vintage bracelet

I regret to inform my loyal readers that I completely suck at blogging on a semi-regular basis. I honestly meant to post these last night but I was tired and blah blah blah. I've noticed a phenomenon in the blogging world, and one that I myself hoped to avoid. When people start out, they post nearly every day, and after a few months posting drops off to every other day, then every third day, and so on. And here I am, a textbook case, barely pumping out 14 posts a month. This is especially troubling as I consider myself a rather prolific writer. I'm just too damn tired/busy/lazy/gassy/employed to do a better job.

Anyway, the Urban Outfitters t-shirts turned out to be just right. Just look at that drape! They fall off the shoulder perfectly too, which gives me that messy/undone look that I'm craving. I love.

Oh, and I may have spent my ebay funds already. And not on clothes. I know, it's a shame, but wait until you see it! (Don't worry, I didn't do something boring like donate the money to charity). God, who do you think I am? I have needs!

ten things i hate about you...er, me

I was tagged by the delightful Jamily at Cup of Coffee to list 10 things about myself that readers may or may not know, so here it goes:

1. My first favorite band was The Smashing Pumpkins. I could recite every word from every album, knew obscure facts about Billy Corgan's childhood, and even went so far as to deface my arm by carving a Smashing Pumpkins logo into it. It's vaguely visible in my 8th grade graduation picture, much to my mother's chagrin.

2. I would unapolagetically, unequivocally classify myself as an angry liberal. But at least I admit it.

3. I bite my nails. When I'm not biting my nails, I'm biting my cuticles, and when I'm not biting my cuticles, I'm chewing on the inside of my lip.

4. I've only had 2 boyfriends.

5. I've spent more time/money than I'd care to mention on hair removal.

6. I totally pretend I'm more Jewish than I really am. But I really am Jewish.

7. I don't exercise. Like, ever. And it's sadly starting to catch up with me. I'm considering the merits of an exercise program and weighing those against the desire to do a lot of sitting, and inevitably, the will to sit always wins.

8. The first thing I ever wanted to be when I was a kid was a plastic surgeon. And I don't even live in LA. Go figure.

9. I've ridden horses since I was 7 years old. It's the only thing even close to a sport that I've ever participated in aside from a disastrous attempt at softball in the first grade.

10. I love going to the doctor. I love talking about my health with someone who's paid to care. I wish I could do it more often.

Okay, don't you feel enlightened now? Better yet, aren't you glad you don't have to know me in real life?!

Here are the 10 people I tag:

It's Unbeweavable!

Rhapsody in Boots

Heights of Fashion

Style Sophisticate

Two Breads, Please?

VisualBasic

Visionary Butterfly

Frock Around the Clock

Late Afternoon

Dooder City

Tomorrow is Friday, thankfuckinggod.

bloopers

Combing through the archives, I found these photos that never made it to the blog. As you can probably imagine, the selection process is extremely difficult because I look so fucking good in every single picture. It's practically a curse.

In other non-news: I sold my first item on Ebay--a Lenovo laptop that I pretty much got for free when my old company bit the Big One. I resold it for a pretty sum, and now I've got some monies burning a hole in my pocket. I'm hoping it won't get consumed by lame grownup shit like car repairs so that I can buy myself something real nice because goddamn, I deserve it, (and I need something to fill the empty black hole in my no-heart). Anyone with too much time on their hands is welcome to suggest purchases which might warrant spending a little more than my usual amount.

it's possible...

...that I sort of caved in and bought the items above on Urban Outfitters' website. I justify the slip because I desperately need one to wear under this airy black cotton voile dress I bought at a vintage store couple of weeks ago...however I have no possible way to justify the t-shirts, except for the fact that they seem similar to AA's Sexuali tee, and I get 2 for the price of one AA version.

Ugh, is it Wednesday yet?

streetcorner girl

No outfit post today. Partly due to the absence of my usual photographer, and partly because I'm wearing a boring-ass outfit. I just realized I have a number of fabulous pieces that I've never debuted on the blog before, so my next project is going to be showing off some of my prized collection of vintage dresses (YSL, Versace).

In the meantime, these are some street style photographs that have been inspiring me lately. No idea where they came from, but sign me up for those pleated pants on the bottom left!

repugnant

wearing thrifted Talbot's blazer, J Brand jeans, James Perse top, Zara flats, Timex watch

This outfit post isn't from today, it's from yesterday. Today I wore the most adorable shirt dress that I totally wanted my boyfriend to photograph. Unfortunately by the time I got home from work, not only was it pretty much dark but my hair/face was so greasy I just wanted to get into my pajamas and slather myself in salycilic acid. Seriously, my skin is on crack right now. It's broken out worse than it ever did even in my teenage years and none of the products that I'm using seem to be working. Anyone out there with very oily/pimple-prone skin want to share their skin secrets? Because at this point I'm about ready to try boric acid, prayer, cat urine, or some combination of all three.

Oh, and I ate ramen for dinner (the kind in the plastic pouch). You may now commence feeling sorry for me.

diorific

Christian Dior Haute Couture, Fall 2009

How is it even possible that looking at this collection suddenly makes me want to own a bullet bra? John Galliano, you are a genius.

americana

wearing vintage dress, Steven by Steve Madden shoes

I'm totally all about lens flare right now. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that my face looks like the 'before' pictures in a Proactiv commercial. I swear.

Spent the weekend dog sitting at my parents' house outside of the city. Obvs, I jumped at the chance to go somewhere warmer than S.F. and hang out with the Kobes. Except it wasn't warm. Remember my naive childlike fantasy that I would get to float on my back in an azure pool like Marilyn? Take a wild guess if that actually happened. You win this round, unseasonably cold Northern California weather.

That lovely hunk of metal in the pictures below is my 1964 Dodge Dart, which I've had since I was 17. Her name is Lola, and as you can probably imagine, we've been through some shit together. Ah, the stories...She now lives in semi-retirement in my parents' garage.

I feel like the only thing missing from these pictures is a carton of cigarettes, a morbidly obese man without a shirt on, and a case of Coors Light. Happy 4th.