I warbled briefly about the Jak & Jil site briefly in March and can’t resist posting my favorites from the newer photos. What other site offers such indulgently shoe-exclusive shots? I mean, if you think about it, it is odd that we recognize our fellow human by only about 10% of their physicality. Perhaps we should look into making feet the new face.
I imagine these to be what a fashionable alien that played mental neo-soccer with red giants would wear (Jan Arnold in Pierre Hardy):
Adorning the feet of the opposing team (Marie-Amélie Sauvé in Balenciaga):
Honestly. I would wear these with EVERYTHING. Pleeease show up on eBay! (Kate Langley in Chloé)
I can’t say I like white pumps, but I’m falling hard for all things cutout, oxford-y, and hewn of white patent (Emma Elwick in Givenchy):
Kate Lanphear is pure sex (in Gucci):
Almost too good to be looked at directly, Emmanuelle Alt in THE BALMAIN FRINGE ANKLE BOOTS. These are pretty much my ultimate boot. And I will never own them. Whimper.
Visit their blog if you want to die some more. Can’t wait for updates Tommy!
I’ve been meaning to post this forever now, I think it’s one of the most inconceivably high honors I’ve experienced as a blogger. I’m sure it’s relatively apparent from my general rantings that I, along with most cognitive humans, am more than mildly obsessed with Parisian everything (check out that header!) and have long been spying about on Café Mode, furtively saving photos and being entranced by that certain French..magic. Géraldine always manages to capture a stylish essence that is wholly recognizable, even if showcasing something you wouldn’t necessarily wear yourself. Her coverage so far at Hyères has been arresting and that Louise is slowly killing me with her charmingly imperfect perfection.
So, with all of that in mind, I am still in a daze that she dedicated a post to me..I literally thought I was seeing things when my photos loaded on her page and wanted to say THANK YOU to Géraldine (hopefully someday we will have that coffee together)! Equipped with my high school/college French I read through her words and have never been so flattered. Plus now I have all these awesome French readers that I love.
Somewhat relevantly, my mom is going to Paris in two weeks to stay in an apartment with a friend from Switzerland for a week. Seriously. My mom is so much cooler than I am. Between bouts of raging jealous fits I am squeezing in time to construct a list of items I am taking the liberty to ask her to purchase. She, sadly, probably won’t. I even told her she could take iPhone photos of vintage Chanels and YSL star brooches at Colette and I would yes/no (YES) them for her but I think I am going to have to come up with more convincing tactics. Like planning my own trip to Paris! Hmmmm…
I ordered this skirt from Forever21 last week and even though it’s kind of scandalous I love it – the material is way thicker than the AA ones and the side zip makes it less ride up-vulnerable. Also, these heels are some of the most comfortable I’ve purchased in recent months, too bad they’re not available online! I searched for an entire fruitless minute.
Shirt and skirt, Forever21. Heels, Tahari. Bag, Marc Jacobs.
I knew I had to have this dress from the moment I saw scans of it from British Vogue last April. Recognizing how I have 60,000 white dresses already, I had the sage wisdom to purchase it in this cutesy lemon yellow. I know, I impress myself sometimes, too. However, I can’t get too saccharine and wear the thing with Maryjanes or something (unless they were my studded electric blue ones…hmmmmm) so out came my Aldo triple strap Velcros. I realize how lucky I am that my parents have such an idyllic backyard, it’s especially dreamscape-like in the spring…my brother and I used to hang out in this treehouse always and only, even posting a bandit-like sign saying “KEEP AWAY” with red paint splattered all over it (blood, you see). One day I got scared when I saw a big caterpillar there and visits lessened slightly. Now it’s sort of rotten and falling apart, and not at all the best place to pose in heels. But I still love treehouses, I’ve always wanted to live in one.
Dress, Kate Moss for Topshop. Heels, Aldo. Headband, Forever21.
My new heels! I went a little cutout oxford crazy this weekend, uncontrollably snatching up two pairs, these Aldos (is Aldo the new Nine West, or is it just me? I can’t keep away..) and this pair from..heh..Marshall’s. I am so lowbrow. They’re by Tahari, and I love them lots. I was going to go for these Steve Maddens but then I couldn’t find the white version anywhere online..these and these were contenders too. Obviously I thought about this white shoe thing too much, and should dedicate time to more important thing like going to the gym and folding my clothes. Normally I veer from thinner heels like this but these are somehow extremely comfortable, they seem to mold rather perfectly to my feet. I like how everything in this outfit is the barely there version of a masculine item. Track T, fedora, Levi’s…
People always ask about all the random bracelets I wear..they’re pretty much vintage or from cheap stores like Forever21 (surprise!) or H&M. A couple of my favorites are even from Old Navy. So yeah, not the most exciting response, but there you go! Someday I’ll be rocking those Hermes studded cuffs, I promise. And in regards to questions in general, I’m realizing the urgent need to do an FAQ either in video format if I’m brave enough, preferably with Justin Bobby interviewing me and me holding a ratty hairbrush. If that is just too unlivably embarrassing, which it will be, I’ll just have to dedicate some time to writing it up. So sorry if I don’t always get around to answering all the questions I get, I’m trying to be on top of it!
American Apparel triblend tank (best tank ever..I have one in an XS and one in a M that I switch up depending on my mood haha). Shorts, Levi’s. Hat, Forever21. Heels, Tahari. Bag, potentially faux Chanel, I’m horrible at Chanel authentication.
This is extremely shallow but if I could just once model in Vivi I feel like my life would be complete. I’ve pored over, scrutinized, and straight out gazed for entire minutes at the sometimes cuckoo, always exuberant styling and photo after photo of gorgeous fellow halfies. I don’t think any other publication dives so head first into trends large and small, check out the Gladiator Glossary!
This might come across as pitiful, or even worse, annoying, but when I was growing up I was the only half-Asian, let alone half-Japanese girl I knew, and I’ll readily admit that I spent a good deal of time wishing I was a “normal” white girl. My mom tells me even when I was little and going to school in Tokyo and Hong Kong (both international schools and populated with every nationality imaginable), I would always befriend the prettiest blonde girls in the class..probably because I wanted to be them! My three best friends were British, Swedish, and French. Then I went through a phase wishing I was fully Japanese, at least then I wouldn’t be so blatantly stared at in the Tokyo subways. When I discovered Vivi in high school one summer while bored in Tokyo, it was like coming across a personal and highly colorful bible. A magazine filled with nothing but half-Japanese girls! And they were all impossibly hot! I found this to be highly cool and was instantly hooked.I have long since stopped suffering from such indulgent identity ponderings but do still enjoy my monthly dose of the Vivs. (I do realize that it’s a little odd for one of Japan’s most popular fashion magazines to never use any fully Japanese models, but this is probably a whole separate topic…)
My favorite girl would have to be Jun, with her dark stare that makes me think she would be pretty intimidating in real life. I rank her as one of the most gorgeous people currently in existence on Earth. Lena and Chikako have that cutesy/sexy thing going on, and Marie pulls off a Vojtova-esque nose with aplomb. Now, if only I had paid more attention in my rigorously enforced Saturday Japanese school and subsequent “Japanese for bilingual speakers” class that was easily the single hardest, most time-consuming course I have ever been a reluctant part of. And slacking off wasn’t an option since I was one of err three students.
This post was completely due to reader Tali’s comment informing me that the site of my dreams does exist, a livejournal community dedicated to Japanese glossies that posts scans of, like, entire magazines. You’re stoked. I’m stoked. THANK YOU TALI!
In the spirit of being random, I decided to try a Luella copycat look . I mean, this Forever 21 skirt just begs for it, no? I have a few ideas for how I’m going to wear it in real life but it’s always more fun to play dress up. Outraged to discover I didn’t have a similarly campy shirt, I made do with a plain white one, and geared up with a leather jacket, secondhand aviators I took the lenses out of, and a vintage cross-body satchel. The finishing touch was my new Aldo (but very Topshop-ish!) heels, the closest thing I have to Masha’s lace-ups. I have no explanation for the 7th grade bear-pack. Sorry. My brother thinks I’m so weird now.
And did everyone else already know that Luella has taken it’s wares online? I just found out this week, very cute site. I want it all, please.
I received an outfit request this week! How fun, and kind of odd! This dress is perhaps the single greatest thing Forever21 has produced. However, I’ve sort of not worn it..since last fall!!…because it’s ridiculously short, even for my immodest standards. I tried to stick vintage slips under it but they were all the wrong lengths..then this morning I remembered I had one of those flippy little Abercrombie miniskirts from that sketchy 2003-ish era. It took me about half an hour to find it, but then victory was had in the shed outside. It kind of works, kind of doesn’t, but whatever allows me to wear this without flashing people everywhere is a godsend to me!
Dress and hat, Forever21. Heels, Aldo.
When a reader delivered a lofty compliment this week proclaiming I looked like I could be in Empire Records in my unabashedly ’90s outfit, my freakish amount of love for that movie came rushing back and I was left daydreaming about Liv Tyler in Doc Martens and a plaid mini to the beat of Sugar High (“I want to kiss myself goodbye!”). I wanted to be her a crazy amount, and had the plaid skirt collection to prove it. I rocked them to school with thigh highs from Wet Seal, which now that I am pontificating upon it, was pretty scandalous for my awkward age. Hmmm.
Unfortunately for me and the rest of the cultish Empire Records obsessers, the story unfolds throughout the course of one measly day, which equals exactly one look. We are left to imagine the assumed glory of Casey/Liv cavorting at the mall and eventually Harvard in Rampage dresses and high waisted shorts. I’m not saying I’m going to rock the cropped angora or anything, but my already existent desire for Doc Martens has probably increase tenfold due to these reminiscings and photos of Camille in her recently acquireds.
Damn the man. Save the Empire.
The only time I ever did care about something Renee Zellweger did:
Oh Liv…Rex is all wrong in every last wavy blonde hair way imaginable.
There were like 50 of these kinds of girls at my middle school:
Warren: Stop calling me Warren! My name isn’t FUCKING WARREN!
Eddie: His name isn’t Warren.
Corey: His name isn’t Warren.
Berko: His name isn’t Warren.
Mark: I thought his name was Warren?
Liv exhibiting her charm in full, you really have to watch this:
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