Once in a while in my travels, I come across a truly breathtaking vintage piece that actually makes my heart start pounding harder. I saw all the potential in this one when I picked it up, but I think the fit even exceeded those expectations. I think I would actually describe those sleeves as glorious and mean it. Alas, I can’t keep every vintage gem I find..my puny closet that my boyfriend has already sacrificed most of for me doth overflow. Up for auction on eBay right now, ending on Wednesday.
Ally Hilfiger! I fell in love with her hippie-dippie-with-a-Birkin routine on MTV’s Rich Girls (why is this not available on DVD? I would totally shamelessly purchase!) and was saddened when I was no longer able to see her in all her headscarfed glory due to the show’s quick demise. Memories of watching her angst-ridden attempt to make a burrito and shopping for candy in a tiara, boa, and aviators stick out most strongly. The girl could almost rival Rachel Bilson for tiny brunette cuteness, and I’m weirdly enthralled by her chipmunky facial structure. Whatever she was doing since her reality TV sting (rehab? eh don’t care), she’s upped the style factor and I find myself lurking in her revived thread at thefashionspot semi-frequently. And can I also say how much I am entertained by the randomness of this quote from nymag?
Ally is a painter. “I do a lot of different versions of the number 8,” she said.
Pics, wireimage, thefashionspot.
The perfect Saturday, complete with thrifting and shopping downtown with the boyfriend, lying about at the beach, meeting up with some friends for a superlate lunch, briefly wandering around in DSW and Target, dying the bf’s brother’s hair platinum blonde, and piling into a cab to meet more friends for some mild debauchery. Somehow I ended up hanging out with 9 boys, I really need to make more girlfriends since most of mine moved away. Will work on that.
No full outfit shots, so sad because I wore this vintage dress for the first time and wanted to capture it! It has this adorable mini circle skirt, tie belt, and sheer upper, all in a unexpected thick floral brocade-like fabric, which are relatively undetectable here but oh well..the boyfriend’s brother took these shots randomly so they’ll have to do. Excuse the gum-chewing and relatively dazed look, it was pretty far into the night…not that the photos don’t make that obvious enough haha. It ended being a pretty Richter time…
Dress and bag, vintage…worn with black opaques and my electric blue satin wedges from Nine west.
I was re-acquainting myself with Kirsten Dunst’s style of semi-yore when going through said super-old inspiration folder, and it made me realize how apathetic I am towards her look these days. I mean, this just might have to do with her current whereabouts, but it made me miss the days when she hadn’t fully grunged herself out yet. She’s always had sort of an unkempt French chic thing going on (well, more than any other Hollywood It Girl), and her outfits were always so simple yet alluring. She makes that canvas APC bag look just as good as her Chanel, and I loved the fact that she didn’t wear trendy sweat pants back when it was all about Juicy, she instead had actual elastic ankle ones and made them look cooler. Sigh. Hopefully she’ll get better soon.
Rodarte presented ethereal taken to a whole new level, complete with macabre accessories and tights that looked to be made of apocalyptic spiderwebs. Awesome. If I owned just one of these dresses it might render the rest of my wardrobe completely unnecessary, I’m thinking. And the high fashion/borderline fetish footwear trend lives on.
Of course, any self-respecting Japanese horror film inspired collection wouldn’t dare go without eyeball rings and fingerless leather bandage wrap studded gauntlet gloves…
All pics, style.com.
My favorites from Alexander Wang’s show this week..I first fell in love with him after I read an article in Vogue about how he found early inspiration in the skater kids of San Francisco, and proceeded to promptly become infatuated with his high waisted skirts, vest dresses, and the most perfect basics imaginable, which were all styled to perfection to heighten desirability to intolerable levels.
I was beyond excited to witness the fruition of the Wang and Wasson teamup and so happy to find it was worth all the hype. Tough and boyish, the clothes channeled raw sexuality with daring cuts and the clashing of beaten up denim and leather and fluid knits. I’m not even minding the runny tights – in conjunction with oversized zipper boots, scrunchy black legwarmers, almost grim-looking skull caps, and the most perfect long vest ever created, it all blends into one gloriously cohesive collection that I kind of want one of everything from. It seems Erin has also been at work styling his website imagery, as everything below also rather screams the uncomplicated mussed-up cool that has become her signature.
(click here to watch a video of Erin and Alex in the studio..)
PS if you’re a size 7 and love the boots in the last photo as much as I do, I’m selling what is pretty much the exact same pair in my store here. And I will be madly jealous of whoever wins them because they were just a smidge too small for me and I so NEEDED them to fit! Much woe.
Runway and Erin images, style.com. All others, alexanderwang.com.
I’m wearing the top untucked for a more casual look but I think I like it equally both ways. I ordered these shoes last week from Endless and am thus far quite pleased. Supple leather, endless straps and buckles, and a relatively friendly wedge heel. I was going to hold off on them until I couldn’t stand not owning them any longer, but Zappos started running out of sizes and I caved. No will power against the Balenciaga-alike shoes…
Top, thrifted Gap. Lame skirt, American Apparel. Bangle, vintage. Bag, Charlotte Russe. Sandals, Nine West.
Clever, clever. Displeased as I was with when presented with Blake Lively’s blinding smile on the new Teen Vogue (where’s the Leighton love??), all signs of crossness melted away when I flipped to the Love Song editorial. Soft tie dyes, lavenders, and blues mixed with leather and chains? Yumm. A closer examination of what seemed to intricately patterned booties revealed them to merely be ankle socked sandals. A brilliant way to tone down heels that might otherwise feel too nighttime for frequent donning. I love styling ideas that can be discovered in one’s existing closet. Will try. Unlike the purple fur shrug in Exhibit C. Shudder.
Scans made by Luxx from thefashionspot.
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