Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Pulse

Inspired by nogoodforme.com's "Snapshot", "Pulse" details the various things I'm into each week

Week I
Reading: alternating between Henry Miller's Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymous Bosch and Herman Hesse's Siddhartha
Listening to: everything by Fleet Foxes I can find, My Bloody Valentine Loveless, Neil Young Harvest Moon
Viewing: Tal R! (Mars shown below)
Wanting: more books and music, unsurprisingly. Namely: Fleet Foxes and The Velvet Underground & Nico LP on vinyl, The Motorcycle Diaries by Che Guevara, The Armies of the Night by Norman Mailer, One-Dimensional Man by Herbert Marcuse (ironic for a fashion blog, I know), and Solar Systems & Restrooms by Mel Bochner.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Sequins in Sunlight




After we've all been thoroughly bombarded with the Tory Birch (et al.) sequined shifts that are now ubiquitous at parties, sequins' new role in a daytime setting, as has been popping up in various streetstyle blogs and editorials, is thoroughly refreshing. And why not? Although I don't advocate wearing a sequined dress to work or class, a single sequined piece in a relaxed silhouette (such as a jacket or cardigan) possesses an enviably louche glam-rock vibe that could easily be made daywear appropriate. The key, it seems, is to either downplay the glitz with muted basics in order to prevent any Dynasty or Showgirls connotations, as seen above, or to embrace the fabrics' inherent gaudiness and pile on irreverent pieces, as shown below.


I admit it- I'm definately craving a sequined jacket in all its lurid glory. So why are they so difficult to find?





Photos from Garance Dore (1) and Vogue UK (2,3)

Monday, December 22, 2008

No One is Serious at Seventeen...

No one is serious at seventeen
On beautiful nights when beer and lemonade
And loud, blinding cafés are the last thing you need

You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade.

Lindens smell fine on fine June nights!
Sometimes the air is so sweet that you close your eyes;



The wind brings sounds--the town is near--
And carries scents of vineyards and beer. . .

-excerpt from Rimbaud's "Novel" spliced with La Boheme D'ete from Vogue Paris August 2006 (via thefashionspot)