I’ve had a lot of requests lately for a jewelry post (which I will definitely do soon), so here is a closeup of one of my favorite vintage pieces. Most of the jewelry I wear is vintage, and the remainder is either from Forever 21 or things I pick up when I travel. My mom brought me back some cute silver bracelets from Paris so those have been integrated as well. I love how battered this particular cuff is..normally I hate wearing watches, somehow they feel suffocating to me, most likely because I am crazy. But the watch face here is so small that it doesn’t bother me..I know zilch about watches but the brand is “Sheffield” and it’s made in Switzerland so it can’t be too bad..I keep on meaning to take it to a watch place to see if it can be made functional, but I’ve never gotten around to doing this in the two years that I’ve owned it. Man I’m lame. Luckily it’s so un-watch-like that no one ever asks me for the time since it’s set on a permanent nine o’clock…could be pretty awkward explaining to strangers that I’m wearing a defunct timepiece.
And after all that whining about my Kain order, it shipped approximately a day afterwards. Suspicious. Luckily this thing was worth the wait, I’m rather obsessed. Whatever modal is, it’s so soft and thin it barely exists. I’m contemplating ordering one in black too. I also got a few Alternative Apparel burnout tops and have been wearing them in a bunch of auction photos, I highly recommend them to everyone that was asking about my Urbn white T in this post.
Pocket tank, Kain. Skirt, secondhand (bid on the same style in gray here). Shoes, vintage. Bag, Lucky Brand.
So I did get some cool loot out of my American Apparel excursion last month, this fiery top included. Deep v acid washed Ts are so so good. I used to ferociousyl hate red/white/blue combinations in clothing, even approximations of the scheme. But then all of a sudden I started thinking it was rad…especially with some black thrown in there.
And just because I don’t have many bland real life photos of me up, this is how I look in parking lots:
Tee, American Apparel. Shorts, Forever 21. Bag, Givenchy. Shoes, Aldo.
Tee, Gap. Skirt, made for me by Camille. Scarf, vintage. Bag, Givenchy. Heels, Aldo. Gold cuff, Forever 21.
Top, secondhand Gap. Shorts, Levi’s. Heels, Marni. Bag, Givenchy.
Blazer, Banana Republic. Tank, American Apparel. Scarf, vintage. Shorts, Forever 21. Boots and tote, secondhand.
Well I suppose I’m good about taking the photos while I’m traveling, but not so on it with the posting..sorry! Here are a few day’s worth of outfits I wore. Talk about June gloom, it was weirdly hazy/cold/humid/suffocatingly hot in the car while I was down there..I was glad to return to balmy 85 degree days! Enough useless weather talk though.
I hit up the Nordstrom half yearly sale last weekend..I didn’t really mean to purchase anything and was more in the mood to stroll around aimlessly and quickly grope some material goods before hunting down a smoothie, but when I saw these very discounted Marni wedges it was all over. The patent seemed shinier than any other patent I’ve seen and was offset perfectly by the dusty neutral tones and sporty elastic black strap in the back. Oh yeah and that insane cliff-like edge in the back is alright too. I also spotted Camille’s buckled Marnis and my god those are even better in real life.
And I know it’s been ALL outfit posts lately, I’m trying to make some time to Photoshop up some fun inspiration/shopping posts. While I’m getting the store back at full force again, any vintage requests? I saw that a few of you want to see more shoe action, interesting. Do we mean vintage boots, newer heels, or just anything that’s sort of cool?
Edited to add: a sweet reader let me know that I have somehow managed to make it onto the devote.se homepage?? I think it’s a Swedish blogging platform, feel free to correct me. Once again wishing I understood Swedish, but the article looks fun!
This little spot by the ocean is simply magical, with wildflowers of every color, a long path to amble your way through, and a rocky cliff overlooking the water. We spotted chipmunks, lizards, rabbits, bizarre orange bugs, and happily pollen-sucking bees. And, of course, a weird camo print gizmo that I frolicked on. The perfect idyllic Sunday.
Dress, vintage. Jacket, Forever 21. Boots, secondhand.
Yeah I got my hair done, the same color as I did last time but it does seem to have come out lighter this time. I haven’t really shopped at Forever 21 in a couple months since I like the Socal stores more and I never have time to really peruse the way I want to when I’m down here but this skirt remains one of my favorite finds there this year – especially for $20!
Shirt, secondhand. Skirt, Forever 21. Heels, Nine West. Bag, Givenchy.
I have a policy with handbags – if I end up falling in mad lust with one, which is relatively rare, I’ll wait it out. If a year later I still want it, I’ll figure out a way to get my hands on it. And so it happened with the Nightingale. After seeing it dangling nonchalantly from both the Traina sister’s arms last year, I knew that the simple, logo-less design, pliable leather, and S&M-reminiscent zipper strap would work it’s way seamlessly into my wardrobe, and since so much later I still couldn’t get it out of my mind, I finally bit the bullet and got the luxuriously huge Maxi size. What I love most about it is that it’s so damn mushy that if it isn’t filled to the brim with my goods, it sort of collapses it’s way into not seeming like such a massive bag, but when I was lugging it through the airport yesterday, it fit every last thing I could possibly need to smash in. Caldwell doesn’t seem to be quite sold on it yet, declaring it huge and plain, but I’m going to give him some time to come around.
Oh and I can’t stand that creepy black mark my camera is now decorating all my photos with either..taking care of this problem soon…
Tee, Gap. Shorts, Levi’s. Sunglasses, Rayban. Bag, Givenchy. Shoes, Aldo.
Okay it isn’t actually a garbage bag. But I couldn’t resist picking this could-be-mistaken-for-one skirt up at an LA thrift store last week. It’s almost hopelessly trashy, but I of course wanted to salvage it and give it a chance to shine. I regard it as the horrible cousin of my sweet vintage leather skirts (bid on a more acceptable skirt here) and AA lamé ordeal, but I honestly have no clue what it’s composed of…vinyl? Yeah no clue. So, in a very Blog de Betty-style multiple outfit post, here are the incarnations I came up with.
Vintage boots, Forever 21 leather jacket, hat, and sweater, Balenciaga bag, Jeffrey Campbell heels.
Right off the bat, I wanted to make it pass for casual wear alongside these battered vintage boots and obnoxious hat. I for some inexplicable reason liked the pairing of the shine and the leather jacket, though I assume most would..not. But then all of a sudden I pictured Lohan wearing similar garb, which kind of ruined it. It also bothered me that the hat looks like it came as part of a matching set with the tank top. Moving on.
My mummy heels are already proving to unexpectedly make sense with a lot of different looks (see here and here), and to imagine I was doubting the army green! This silhouette is hardly progressive but I love it. Would wear.
Tucked in, more fabric..err vinyl real estate is exposed. I would perhaps save this incarnation for when my boyfriend is around. No one bothers me when I am with him.
Have I ever worn a sweater on this blog? I am suddenly thinking not. Especially not one of the turtleneck variety. I actually own a lot. This is one of my favorites, not least because when I hold it up it looks like a gigantic knit plus sign. It takes actual seconds to decide which hole to put my head through.
Additionally, I am agonizing over a vest situation…I need to keep this right?
They came! I opened the Yoox box savagely, nervously wondering if I had ordered the right size. I slipped one on and panicked..were they a smidge too big? My heart stopped as all my dreams of triple strap glory threatened to disintegrate, so I anxiously took them off and gave them some space to breathe while I rooted around in some random boots for a thick gel insole. This proved to do the trick..and they are even lovelier in real life than I had imagined. I don’t have too many pairs of designer shoes (4 or 5? I think all Marc), and I mostly spring for the trickle down versions, but there’s something about the thick textured leather and sturdy detailing that makes me want to lick them. Good thing too, cause otherwise I would be pretty annoyed that they’re now $100 cheaper than when I bought them. I really should stop looking this stuff up.
Check out Clem’s fun drawing of me..she captured the gladiators pretty well. Thank you Clem!
Dress, vintage. Hat, Forever 21. Heels, Chloe.
So you’re probably wondering what I was in LA for last week…perhaps you think I rove California hunting down vintage and eating Pinkberry while wearing completely impractical footwear. Well, I do. But I also got to do something pretty special…
I almost can’t remember a time before triblend and lame…and since falling in love with them I have grown my American Apparel collection to include most socks and tights up for offer, numerous acid washed Ts, and I honestly wear their swimwear and bras almost exclusively. My boyfriend claims that lace does in fact exist but I counter that such contraptions as these are pretty much better. Add to that the fact that one of my earliest blog posts highlighted my favorite AA items, and I can conclude that I am kind of an American Apparel whore. But so are most of us! It is okay.
All of the above in mind, I was cautiously trying to contain extreme and giddy excitement when I received an email from one of Dov’s right hand men a few weeks ago inviting me on a tour of the American Apparel headquarters and factory, lest it be some kind of really oddly specific joke. The fact that Dov Charney has seen my blog/knows I exist is still a little difficult to grasp but I’ll just roll with it. I of course said yes and when I was informed I could explore their vintage “inspiration” room I think I entered an authentic daze.
So last Wednesday, one of my best friends dropped me off at the American Apparel headquarters in the Garment District in LA after a typically traffic-ridden drive. Gentleman that he is, he helped me make it through the smallish horde of people outside, into a err vintage elevator, and upstairs to reception while I tried to contain all kinds of random anxiety and gawked shamelessly at the bustling employees in their acid wash and purple fleece.
But moments later, I was meeting people that actually (thank god) knew who I was, and was whisked away to begin my tour. We first made it through the showroom, where all sorts of interestingly dressed buyers were quietly perusing, tightly gripping important looking clipboards. My tour guides Matthew and Shawn were so friendly and easygoing, as well as extremely forthcoming with all sorts of cool information that I hope to remember to relay in a cohesive manner. Matthew was also wearing a cool organic-looking vest, which I deemed noteworthy.
They told me about how everything from design to manufacturing to photo shoots are done in their two buildings there, and how this allows them to have a design go from a mere thought to being sold in test stores in a week as we entered the fashion design room, consisting of a very focused girl and guy in a room full of unimaginably cool pieces that I gasped over and petted. A pair of elasticated waist acid wash shorts and the famous double u-neck dress in faux denim were particularly intriguing, as well as a button down smock dress that was sort of APC in the ’70s-looking. And who doesn’t want that vibe? I asked about a pair of interesting looking skinny pants hanging on the wall, which the girl happened to be wearing – she got up and showed me and WOW the fit is perfect. I think they were these. I think.
I begrudgingly left this treasure trove and we made our way into a very intense, huge area where Tshirts were being churned out by the second.
I suddenly want everything in “dirty orange”! Mmmm body con dress. Anyway, exploring further, we passed into a cafeteria area where it seemed the item of the day was tamales. Adjacent was an on-site health care facility, pretty cool.
It was definitely surreal passing by enormous bundles of colorful jersey, a feeling that was elevated further when we entered an area with huge tentacled machines with tubes and receptacles that somehow managed to simultaneously look retro and futuristic. And they had my name written on them! Perhaps I invented them and then forgot. Turns out these were all sock machines! Machines that turn them out almost unsupervised. Very Willy Wonka, we all agreed sagely.
By this time I was thoroughly disoriented, the building is humongous! I think if I was left alone there I would just whimper in a corner until someone saved me, luring me out with a neon bodysuit. I followed my guides into that which I had been dreaming about, the vintage wing. There were two ladies working on a couple pieces for their vintage resurrection line, California Select, and racks and racks of floaty bohemian dresses and girlish frocks. I kind of wanted to live there. Matthew showed me the amassed deadstock vintage sunglasses (WANT) and a bunch of inspirational sources, including an impressive collection of vintage porn, of course. Next up was the photography studio and that white wall we’ve all come to know and love, as well as the graphic design center and the biggest printers I have ever seen in my life whirring nonstop. Apparently, unlike most retail companies that adopt a much more homogeneous philosophy, AA has different marketing and ads in different stores. Additionally, there isn’t a set way that each stores makes up it’s mannequins, which I find awesome as someone who, however briefly, worked in retail. Don’t even ask where.
My mind spinning with everything we had seen, we bid farewell to Matthew and broke for lunch at a nearby cafe, meeting up with the kind soul that had emailed me in the first place. We discussed everything from the blogosphere to Dov’s feverishly energetic personality and the controversy he always manages to generate. I unfortunately didn’t get to meet the legend himself…he called one of my fellow lunchers and said that he was meeting with the mayor over immigration reform but sent his regards. Sigh, well at least I saw his parking spot.
All in all, the whole thing was such a cool and unique experience, it’s so cool to be acknowledged by a company that I already devote so much wardrobe space to. So thank you American Apparel, Dov, my sweet tour guides, and everyone I met at the factory!
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