the fox is guarding the hen house

wearing vintage embroidered blouse, thrifted Wrangler cut-offs, random thrifted, new jewelry, shoes from Seychelles

Housesitting while my parents are away presents ample opportunity to scan through the contents of my mother's closet, which contains this handmade peasant blouse from the '40s. The peplum waist, carved buttons, and flattering fit is just about convincing me that it needs to come live with me. Shhhh, don't tell.

walking on smoke

Forget everything you thought you knew about shoes and physics. These Anastasia Radevich shoes are the business. They look like evil ice skates propped up on columns of smoke.









Looks like Luxirare already has her hands on a couple of pairs, so if you want to see non-stock photos of these beauties, I highly suggest clicking here.

trendhunting: nyfw

Clearly an individual with far too much time on my hands, I assembled the following trends during my obsessive internet wanderings.

Faux Bois--which is a the snotty French way of saying 'fake wood'. Whatever you want to call it, there was more wood grain in the Spring 2011 collections than in your uncle's Cadillac.

L to R: Rodarte, Diesel Black Gold, Christian Siriano, Chado Ralph Rucci

Collars--not necessarily in conjunction with button-downs either. Some were just added to sheer tops and black shift dresses.

L to R: Isaac Mizrahi, 3.1 Philip Lim, Davidelfin, Cynthia Rowley

Triangles--whether in cutouts or inserts, the thrice pointed shape was having a moment.

L to R: VPL, Juan Carlos Obando, Max Azria, Prabal Gurung

Plastics--or plasticine finishes were errwhere. Shiny rules.

L to R: Rad Hourani, Acne, ThreeAsFour, Reed Krakoff

Hip Curtains--Don't know what else to call these. Hip drapes?

L to R: L'Wren Scott, Sophie Theallet, Erin Fetherston, Herve Leger

Pointed Hems--adds interest to the season's new minimalism, or mixed prints.

L to R: Cushnie Et Ochs, Julian Louie, Kimberly Ovitz, Rodarte

rainy sunday, hiking boots

wearing Dolce Vita boots, Gap jeans, Old Navy trench

vintage Saks Fifth Avenue blouse

Pictures from a drizzly, muggy Sunday in San Francisco. The blouse was a find from Painted Bird and still bears a yellowed 'Saks Fifth Avenue' label and the faint scent of old lady perfume. I imagine it has many stories to tell.

the best/worst of nyfw

Judging by my butt hurt silence on the subject, I'm sure you can guess I did not receive a special invitation to sit front-row at any New York Fashion Week shows. HOW RUDE.

I did however, deign to sift through all 9,000 photos on Style.com to pick out my favorites and least favorites.

First, the highlights:



Candy-colored paint splatters (and kick-ass platforms) at Alexandre Herchcovich, supreme print-mixing at Proenza Schouler, and sporty stripes and roomy slacks (and a blue turban that I need on my head right now) at Jason Wu.

Loving the long, neutral silhouettes brought to us by Bensoni, Prabal Gurung, and Matthew Ames

Woodsy prints at Rodarte, tea-stained lace at Vivienne Tam, and furry, pom-pom knits at Frank Tell

And now, the lowlights, AKA anything so ugly that I would rather wear a dead baby or strap flaming turds to my feet.



The only addition that could make this dress more suggestive of female genitalia would be to have a long red chiffon scarf poking out of the middle--or a babydoll head. (Marchesa)
This outfit is available for less at your local Wilson's Leather (Ralph Lauren)

Not sure whether a hip pocket for your electric razor and a couple of tubes of lipgloss is an amazing idea or just a really really misguided one. Thanks, VPL, for thoroughly confusing me.

Do you want the world to be your gynecologist AND make it look like you don't have a waist?!? Then boy oh boy do I have the monokini for you... (Staerk)

What were your favorites/least favorites from NYFW?

blue planet

wearing thrifted dress, belt, minnetonka moccasins, H&M turban

The weather was characteristically gorgeous in San Diego. Now if only I could have bottled it and taken it home to San Francisco.

what i wore: wedding

Just spent a fantastic long weekend in San Diego visiting my boyfriend's friends and family. On Saturday we went to the wedding for two of his oldest friends and I finally wore my vintage YSL dress from Lili Vintage in New Orleans. I bought it years ago when I was still living there and it's probably like, the most excellent purchase I've ever made because well, duh, it's YSL and it's so goddamn classic I could cry.



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wearing vintage YSL dress from Lili Vintage in New Orleans, F21 mary janes, vintage Anne Klein bag, vintage lace camisole, vintage jewelry, Ray Ban sunglasses, 2-tone manicure with American Apparel polishes Factory Grey and Peacock

Back to the grind for now. More pictures tomorrow!

kissin on yo neck

wearing F21 skirt, AA t-shirt, infinity scarf from Ross, Martin + Osa cardigan, Zara boots
Going to see Trey Songz tonight at the Warfield. Hos is gonna faint.

lessons learned

If you don't ask yourself, "Am I an asshole?" at least once a week, you're probably losing touch with yourself. And you're probably an asshole.







model Kristen McMenamy, photos by Steven McCurry, drawing by Hope Gangloff, and model Siri Tollerød by Henrik Bulow

farm scenes

wearing J Crew shorts, thrifted silk shirt, necklace from Stein Mart, H&M wedges




Spent a glorious late summer day at a farm in Nicasio where my best friend is dogsitting. It's a gorgeous property nestled in the San Geronimo Valley with 12 horses, a goat named Tinkerbell, and a mini horse named Razor who took a shine to Wardell. Shh, don't tell Frankie I was with other horses. I'm pretty sure it will hurt his feelings.

some like it hot

F21 shoes, nails from about a week ago

I caved. The F21 Miu Miu wannabes are mine. I'm thinking of painting them...

Also just finished watching Some Like it Hot for the first time (I know, shameful) and was shocked by how racy it is. The beaded dress that Marilyn wears in the film basically gives you a front-row seat to see her tatas in all their voluptuous glory for 2 1/2 hours. Also, I had no idea it revolved so heavily around cross-dressing. It's like a 1950s version of To Wong Foo: Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar, which incidentally is also a fine film.

The dress was apparently languishing forgotten in the back of some dude's closet for the past 50 years, and was only recently discovered when he took it on Antiques Roadshow, where it was appraised at $250,000. Not bad for something that looks like a Bob Mackie creation.