Monday, July 30, 2012

Bridging the Gap

Hello friends. I haven't slept properly for about three weeks, so I don't think I really have the mental capacity to write anything more than: "hey, wazzzzuuuuppppp, this is the Brooklyn Bridge, I am on top of it, the title of this post is a pun, thank you, and good night." That's about half of this post right there. Huh. That was sort of like speed-dating, wasn't it? 

Last week we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge to show our friend the view and to take her to Dumbo. We witnessed several weddings along the East River. It was a beautiful day to solidify the bonds of love in holy matrimony. 

Due to my limited brain functions at this present moment, I keep getting distracted by the window I'm sitting in front of and at this point I think you'll be better off if I just stop typing nonsense. 

Photos of me by my mom. 
Photos of everything else by me. 

I suppose this is the view of the Verrazano Bridge, but there's so many bridges that maybe they should just build a block of land connecting the various islands. 

Top: Eileen Fisher 
Shorts: Mossimo via American Vintage 
Shoes: Christian Siriano for Payless 
Sunglasses: France 
Bag: Jacobs for Marc Jacobs (or Marc for Marc Jacobs. Or maybe it's Marc by Jacobs for Marc Jacobs?) 

J'smizing on the Brooklyn Bridge. But not really because you can't see my eyes.

This is my mom, budding photographer. 

The Manhattan Bridge from Dumbo. As in the elephant.

Repping Amurikah! 

Tomorrow is the first day that I will spend being fifteen years old, so I guess that's exciting sort of. 

Yeah. 

Go watch the Olympics! And perhaps check out my unrelated-ly related-to-the-Olympics article for Chictopia!

Friday, July 27, 2012

Trending For Pre-Fall: Drapin' Jersey

Disclaimer: This post has NOTHING to do with anything related to Jersey Shore or the state across the Hudson River from Manhattan. This refers to the fabric, defined as: a knit fabric used predominantly for clothing manufacture. It was originally made of wool, but now is made of wool, cotton, and synthetic fibres. Fun fact: the reason it's called jersey is because it was first produced on the island of Jersey located in the English Channel during medieval times. Snaps for eponymy. 

For some reason, in my brain, jersey is synonymous with leggings, t-shirts and Rami from Season 4 of Project Runway. It usually doesn't trigger thoughts of high fashion. However, this coming season is all about taking the unexpected and making it acceptable. Cue: jersey gowns, saris, and minidresses. Hold up. Saris? Yup. That's the magic of Macy's the Chanel Pre-Fall 2012 collection. 

Another false assumption about jersey is that it's body-hugging and form fitting. That would make sense, seeing as leggings aren't exactly what I would call "drape-y." Mostly due to the fact that LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS AND NEVER WILL BE and my strong belief in this statement, you will not see any of the those...things in this blogpost. You will see how incredible the likes of Alexander Wang, Helmut Lang, and Badgley Mischka can drape dat shiz into beautifully crafted clothing. 

I can tell, you're jumping out of your seat/couch/floor/underneath your table, so I shan't keep you waiting any longer. 

Photos via style.com.

Itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow-polka-dot...draped jersey? 

                               T by Alexander Wang                                               Diane von Furstenberg 
          

                                  Alexander Wang                                                      Alexander Wang 
          

Drowning in gowns: 

                                Badgley Mischka                                                           Helmut Lang
          

                                      J. Mendel                                                                Malandrino
          

                                 Badgley Mischka                                                    T by Alexander Wang
          

Malandrino

Knitted suits and saris: 

                                       Chanel                                                                   Helmut Lang
          

                                    Helmut Lang                                                                  Chanel
          

Now you see how versatile jersey is and will go out and get that Helmut Lang blazer-asymmetrical-skirt ensemble. Jaykay no one has enough money to be buyin' no Helmut. I recently saw two movies that had to do with India (Kumare and Trishna) and it made me re-fall in love with the Chanel collection. Ol' Karl has done it again.

In other news, FIT ended yesterday, and classiq me, my pants are not quite done. I almost finished them in class, but when I tried them on at home they were too big. I like big, but this was not in an MC Hammer sort of way. It was like a my-lower-body-looks-like-an-inverted-triangle sort of way. I'll show you some pictures once I've corrected the issues.

It recently came to my attention about five minutes ago that maybe you all would like to get more involved with this blog, but I don't really give you the chance. I just kind of say things and then that's it. It's like a one-sided conversation. For all I know, I could be talking to myself--yet my statistics say otherwise. Anoué, I would genuinely like to know: which of the above styles/designers/colors/etcetera are yo' faves? Which ones would you break into Bergdorf Goodman and steal in the dead of night with a weasel as your sidekick? Most importantly, if you were to break into Bergdorf Goodman in the dead of night to steal something, who/what would your sidekick be?? Gosh, so many questions, answer them all. Maybe we can get a nice conversation going between you and another reader, you and me, or you and yourself. 

Monday, July 23, 2012

FITting In At FIT: Day 9, Part 2

If I were to use one word to describe myself at this current moment it would be tired-as-hell. That's one word, guys. I walked approximately a bajillion miles today going in complete circles, more than once. From class to see the Richard Avedon exhibit (it's incredible, by the way; if you're in Chelsea between 10 am and 6 pm until this Friday, you should go see it), back downtown to take the train to Williamsburg, only to get off at the wrong stop and wander aimlessly for around two hours--in the heat, humidity, and rain, mind you--and then take three trains to get home; upon my arrival home I realized that the store I was looking for but couldn't find was two blocks away from the point at which I stopped walking and decided to turn around. Gr8. 

Today was the first day of my final week of FIT, and we got down to business fo' real. I've got my fabric, I've almost got my whole pattern, and I'm all set to whip up a pair of mighty fine pants. Just you wait, they shall be mighty fine. 

Foot exhaustion=brain exhaustion=short post, so it's time for the visuals. 

Photos by me and my handy tools. 

Top: gift from my aunt in France 
Skirt: Sag Harbor via Vice Versa Vintage 
Pearl bracelets: gifts?
Rings: from grandma and Venice Beach
Bindi: Laughing Lotus Yoga Center (phreebeez!)

Sandals: Blowfish via Chictopia 

See how much extra fabric I have here? I could hide a few small people under there, I bet. About seven, I'd say, if I had to guess.

I feel like there's always one photo in every outfit post where I look murderous. Here's your daily dose. 

Look! I can mysteriously hide one half of my arm! The longer you stare at it the weirder it becomes! Ha-HA! 




Saturday, July 21, 2012

Trending For Pre-Fall: Oversized Overcoats

No matter where you live, who you are, or what time period it is, when the temperatures drop, the coats come out. It's basically a fact of life, the same way the fact that a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich is good at any time of day is always true. The wonderful thing about outerwear is that it's always a variation on itself. Jacket silhouettes that were popular decades ago are resurfacing in 2012, calling to mind visions of Annie Hall and Paul Léautaud. Big coats are once again feminine and masculine at the same time (see below), depending on how you style them (and what gender you identify with). This coming fall, overcoats are appearing in bright colors, bizarre textures, funky prints, and new lengths. Just talking about it makes me want to walk around in humongous jacket, but if I were to do so I would indefinitely die of heat stroke. 

For pre-fall, hemlines are falling at a demure length of right above the knee, so keep that in mind when selecting your coat. You can go long, but not too long. That's so last season. (Jokes, jokes! You know I wouldn't care if you went all Hagrid-style on me, he's a kewl dude.) If you get a simpler one, you can do some incredible layering. If you get a statement coat, you can just button it up to your collarbone and walk around like that. Trust me, it's enough.

Photos via style.com

Colorful coats: 

                                       Acne                                                                     Balenciaga
          

                            Calvin Klein Collection                                                          Erdem
          

                                     DSquared²                                                                    Missoni
          

Classic coats with contemporary complexities: 


                                T by Alexander Wang                                                  Badgley Mischka
          

                               Band of Outsiders                                                            Jason Wu
          

                                  3.1 Phillip Lim                                                             Michael Kors
          

                               Oscar de la Renta                                                         3.1 Phillip Lim
          

I'm quite pumped about this particular trend: if I could look like a combination of the two members of a heterosexual elderly couple, I'd be happy. You gotta have the old man and the old woman all in one. It's essential. 

It's le weekend once more, so go out and enjoyo'self. I'm walking across the Brooklyn Bridge today and biking around Governor's Island tomorrow, so I know I'll be having oodles and noodles of fun going back and forth and in circles. Yeah!

Friday, July 20, 2012

FITting In At FIT: Day 8, Part 2

Welp, this is kind of misleading. FIT classes are only Monday through Thursday, but today is Friday and here I am, posting about FIT. Just to clear that up, I got home too late last night to post, but I did have pictures, so I didn't want to pass up an opportunity to share them with you. 

You know the pants I'm working on? They're going swimmingly. I began making the template for them and picked up some swatches yesterday. Expect khaki and red flannel in the best of all possible juxtapositions. That's all the information I'm disclosing for the moment. Speaking of yesterday: we went to the Financial District and South Street Seaport, and I thought that the uncompleted Freedom Tower wasn't as good of a background as some old boats and parts of Brooklyn in the distance. 

Photos by my mother. 

Top: High Maintenance ('twas my mother's)
Pants: CUT LOOSE ('twere my grandmother's)
Shoes: Converse ('twere designed by me)
Necklace: Laura Bobey at VintageJewelryEtc ('twas a birthday gift, even though it's not my birthday yet)
Grimace: courtesy of the wind 

A change of scenery! Let's give our new background a warm welcome, shall we? Hello, old ships! Hello, nasty water! Hello, obnoxiously loud tourists playing duck-duck-goose in the middle of a metropolitan area! 

I was actually feeling pretty awesome walking around yesterday. Those pants have some magical powers, I swear. I bet if I were to look closely on the tag, it would say in fine print: "WARNING: These pants may cause wearer to absorb extra swagger and subsequently feel like a boss all day." 

This necklace has a great story behind it. I don't know when it happened, but at some point on this blog I mentioned that I wanted a beaded-choker-bib-necklace, but I never found one worthy of spending my minimal funds on. Let's rewind to Wednesday night, when I got a baby package in the mail that I did not remember ordering. Naturally, I tore it open with zeal to find this gorgeous little number chilling inside a shizton of bubble wrap. I wonder who it's from? I thought, quoting Steve from Blues Clues (know you see what I meant when I said that I like channeling animated cartoons). Then it hit me: our good family friend had sent it fo' mah birfday. Best present evar. 

That's all for today. Check out the article I posted on here the other day, this time on the Huffington Posts's website. Enjoy the rain. It's Friday. Rejoice. As in read some Joyce.


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Fair Trade: A Utopian Concept Surviving in a Dystopia

It's been quite a long time since I've written anything worthy of publishing on the Huffington Post, but following The Rebirth I suddenly rediscovered my love of recreational writing. I've recently been fascinated by the concept of fair trade, among other things, so over the past few weeks I've been doin' my research and writing up a storm. Now without further ado, I present to you the fruits of my labor. All three pages of it. Enjoy. 

This should be published on the Huffington Post within a few days' time. If that format is somehow more appealing to you then by all means wait until then to read it; I'll be posting the link up here, of course.

***

I was nine years old the first time I encountered the concept of fair trade. The students in the grade above me had studied organic fair trade coffee companies and had put up signs around my elementary school advocating for them. I knew the meaning of the words 'fair' and 'trade' in separate contexts, but for some reason my mind could not put the two together to figure out what the phrase meant as a whole. There's a slight chance I thought Fair Trade Coffee was the name of a café. I didn't pursue the topic any further after the signs came down, and the idea quickly left my head, only popping in to say hello and remind me of its existence every year or so. I would look at it and think, “Huh, that's interesting,” and then dismiss it. The idea of fair trade didn't resurface entirely until I was reading up about the wonderful human that is Emma Watson, when I stumbled upon the information that she had collaborated with a clothing brand called People Tree. I love Emma Watson and I also love fashion, so by common logic I thought I would love People Tree. It is quite rare that situations work out that way for me, but this time it did. I clicked the cute curlicue text button and was brought to People Tree's website. I saw a tab on the page that mentioned something about fair trade—the little old man in my brain started running through the archives of my mind and pulled out the file I'd stored in there for future reference about the topic...and found it empty. This is a common occurrence. When there is a void in my realm of knowledge it must be filled! I thought. If only this was how I felt about my academic subjects. As I began reading the passionately worded (yet tasteful) information page on People Tree's website, I slowly realized that fair trade was not such a foreign topic. It was in fact one that I had already thought about and discussed, it had just never been given a title in my head. The more I read, the more involved I became with the subject. Child labor?! No way, guys. Women not receiving equal pay for equal work?! You kidding me? Unhealthy and unsafe working conditions?! How is this still a thing? All of these issues came up during my freshman biology class (we had a fairly liberal teacher; we tended to digress from the subject at hand and have vehement arguments about government and corporate corruption) and I would continue to grumble angrily to my friends during lunch about how ridiculous the world is. We all know that actions speak louder than words, especially when the words are quietly expressed, poorly phrased, and consequently incomprehensible. The fact that organizations such as People Tree, Fair Indigo, and World Fair Trade Organization are actually doing things put my mumbling to shame. As lame as I felt while reading about fair trade, it motivated me to take action through my writing. Raising awareness is not as effective as starting a company that engages in fair trade, but I feel as though doing that at age fifteen is a bit too ambitious. Trust me, that is a future goal.

I've gotten this far without mentioning any real information on the topic—remember the whole irate rambling issue I have? If my seventh grade English teacher was correct, particulars come before analysis, not the other way around. Without further ado, I give you...solid facts so hard that if you were to throw them, you could potentially harm a puppy. Not that you should ever try to cast intagible objects at innocent canines or anything like that.

According to World Fair Trade Organization (WFTO), “The term Fair Trade defines a trading partnership, based on dialogue, transparency and respect, that seeks greater equity in international trade. It contributes to sustainable development by offering better trading conditions to, and securing the rights of, marginalized producers and workers – especially in developing countries.” The trading system is centered around three main themes that I have extracted from my research: compensation, equality, and honesty. These are the key to successful commerce in any field, yet most people seem to forget to incorporate any of the three into their business practices. It baffles me that the world market has become so convoluted and corrupt that such simple morals as treating workers fairly and with respect have become atypical. It is now considered the norm for a large corporation to recruit child laborers, to pay below the minimum wage, and to take advantage of their employees' social positions. WFTO began “writing the rules” for fair trade around twenty years ago because the concept's popularity started to increase around that time. Now, the organization is considered one of—if not the primary—the authorities on ethical dealings worldwide, from production to sales and everything in between. WFTO does not discriminate against the businesses they advocate for (that would be against their rules, silly!) as long as they comply with the group's ten basic principles. Sounds easy enough, right? Some organic cotton here, some alienated seamstresses there, and voilà! Just pop it in the microwave for ninety seconds and you're done. If only creating a fair trade certified company was as easy as Orville Redenbacher claims making popcorn is—and if you're me, the latter isn't too simple either.

The first of these criteria is that the company creates opportunities for producers or craftspeople that are at an economic disadvantage. The organization must support small family businesses, assocations or cooperatives in order to give them financial independence and make them self-sufficient. The second rule discusses transparency and accountability. If you're like me and don't understand these words beyond their use in Chase Bank advertisements, I'll simplify this concept. Essentially, the organization has to be honest with their workers and trading alliances as well as allow them the opportunity to partake in decision-making processes. Rule number three is kind of a mouthful. To summarize, it states that the organization should not be participating in fair trade to maximize their profit at the expense of the producers, the company won't copy other peoples' designs without their permission, blahdiblahdiblah. To me, these are just basic principles of morality, but I guess respecting the labor of other human beings is too much to ask nowadays. Speaking of principles, the fourth one on WTFO's list is similar to the previous one: the prices are reasonable and mutually agreed upon by both sides. Criterion number five says that no forced and/or child laborers shall be employed in the making of fair trade items. The fact that things like these are guidelines for how to be a fair trade group bewilders me. Ethics, people. They are still relevant today. Apparently they were phased out with the obsolescence of parchment paper and ice boxes. Sixth on the list is one of my most highly favored: gender equality, freedom of association, and non-discrimination! Hooray! As a self-proclaimed feminist and budding social activist (I'm still in the angry-at-the-world-but-too-furious-to-do-anything phase), this topic naturally speaks to me. Let's get a bit hypothetical. Just because I can have babies, some guy that works just as hard as I do gets more money? Oh—oh, right, I see how that works now. Thanks for clearing that up. Maybe I'm a Buddhist, or perhaps I'm a member of the Church of Scientology; why should it matter if I'm doing my job well? It's probably because I usually poison each garment I make with a special potion I concocted that brainwashes everyone into worshipping Buddha or reaching a spiritual understanding with Tom Cruise. That tends to be the dealbreaker. If injustice were to take the form of howler monkey, the entire planet would have gone deaf by now. The next few rules are short, sweet, and to the point, starting with number seven: the organization must provide good working conditions. The eigth concept promises that the company will help their employees improve and grow, while the ninth states that it must promote and advocate for fair trade. Doing anything else would be counterproductive, don't you think? Last, but definitely not least—especially when the caramel candies in my cabinet are melting and peoples' eyelashes are sweating as we speak—guideline number ten tells organizations to channel Aretha Franklin and give the environment some well deserved R-E-S-P-E-C-T, the same way young children are told by television endorsements to respect Capri Sun pouches.

To some people, fair trade may symbolize a sort of ideal work force that can't possibly exist in our current economy. That is exactly what is so fascinating about it. Fair trade is a concept working against the grain of what is culturally and morally accepted in commerce. It's fighting the very system that has been oppressing, impoverishing, and manipulating our fellow humans for so many years. After all this time, it would seem impossible to make any permanent changes, yet fair trade organizations are doing it. As WFTO has eloquently phrased it, “Fair Trade is more than just trading: it proves that greater justice in world trade is possible. It highlights the need for change in the rules and practice of conventional trade and shows how a successful business can also put people first.” The terrible issue with all of the injustice in the trading industry is that the people who run the involved corporations tell lies. They lie about how much they will pay their employees, they lie to the public about how their products are made, and they lie to themselves about how unscrupulous their actions truly are. So many massive companies have pulled the wool over the majority of the consumers' eyes—no pun intended—that some people refuse to believe that fair trade is actually feasible, if not a more ethically correct alternative. As a confused factory owner once said to the fair trade clothing company Fair Indigo, “Let me get this straight. You want to pay the workers more than the minimum wage?” One can only imagine the tone of disbelief that accompanied these extremely disheartening words. If I were to paraphrase what he said, it would be something along the lines of: “Let me get this straight. You want to pay the people who support our global economy exactly what they deserve so that they don't starve on the streets or take their children out of school to help them work or lose every scrap of their integrity to a heartless corporation?” See, when it's put that way, it's quite difficult to justify his words. Because of people like this owner, two billion citizens of the world are attempting to survive on less than two dollars a day. A hot tea at Starbucks costs more than that. Therein lies the bone of contention.

We've discovered the problem, but can we fix it? I always enjoy drawing inspiration from children's cartoons, so in the words of Bob the Builder (not to mention our president, but I like to think that Barack Obama took this catchphrase from the animated construction worker), “Yes we can!” Luckily, for all of you goodhearted but apathetic people out there, fair trade businesses have already done fifty percent of the work for us. For example, People Tree works hard to make sure that all our dyeing has minimum impact on the wearer, the producer and the environment,” because they “reckon there's little point in taking pure and innocent organic cotton fibres to a big, belching garment factory, or saturating them in vats of toxic dye.” Fair Indigo states on their website that the fair trade prices that are set for commidities like coffee and tea strive to cover production costs as well as the cost of living—food, shelter, clothing, education, and medical care included. Fair trade groups don't just help out their workers, although even that much would be enough to surpass other companies. They aid the communities they work with to invest in development projects such as schooling, health care, and housing programs by having the employees set aside part of their income towards a social premium. Equitable treatment of workers? Check. Improvements in local communities? Check. Even our good old friend the environment benefits from fair trade. The farmers who participate in fair trade cooperatives don't use what Fair Indigo calls toxic agrochemicals that are often used to control pests. A decrease in utilization of harmful pesticides equals a happy Earth!

I am primarily a fashion journalist, so of course I must tie this all back into an apparel-related sub-topic. Fair Indigo has started making garments out of “organic and other ecologically friendly fabrics.” This may make their clothing more expensive, but isn't the higher price worth paying when you think about how many peoples' lives are improved—if not saved—by your purchase? Think about that glowing feeling you get when you know you've done something good for the world. I bet that has never happened to you from buying a shirt. Now it can. If nothing else, it's something you can cross off your bucket list: “Feel an overwhelming sense of gratification from purchasing a blouse.” Done. I urge you to also consider what the founders of Fair Indigo said about starting their business: “After years in the apparel industry, a small group of us decided to throw our corporate lives out the window and start something completely new.” Throw your metaphorical corporate life out of the proverbial window and start afresh by sustaining the earth and its inhabitants. This is change we can believe in. 

Monday, July 16, 2012

FITing in at FIT: Day 5, Part 2

Hello, frenz! Things that happened to me today: I literally almost died on a boat. I mean, it was approximately a million degrees outside, I was on a boat, I was hungry, the boat was rocking... I do not handle these sorts of situations well. Why was I on a boat, you ask? I was headin' to Ellis Island, I answer. Our friend from France is chillin' here all month and we're taking her to as many kewl places we can think of in the tri-state area. This one she chose, not me. Ellis Island is cool and everything, but it was hot outside and there was a higher concentration of tourists in that one place than I've seen in several months. It was a long, long day, so I'm not writing a lot tonight (I have some sewing work to do so I must hop to it), but I did manage to get my mom to take a few quick photos of me before we departed from the island a few hours ago. 

Photos by la mère. 

Dress: New Delhi Jewels Inc. via American Vintage 
Brogues: Giorgio Brutini
Sunglasses: some French store 
Bracelets: my grandma 

Just smizing in front of the Manhattan skyline. 

Le pockets. 

The back is much kewler in person, but it was fairly windy. 
Also, please note the intensely dark spot along my neck; this is due to my really solid sunscreen application skillz. 

Okay, this is where I say à bientôt, so I'll see ya soon.

Stay cool/kewl.


Saturday, July 14, 2012

Superior Smizers: Karlie Kloss

Modeling is a tricky business. Like a lot of professions in the fashion industry, it's primarily dominated by non-Americans. It's always a nice surprise to find out that one of my favorite models is American. The sensation is similar to that of finding a plastic light-up Indiana Jones spoon in your Honey Nut Cheerios box. Glad we're on the same page now. A time when I experienced this particular, well, experience was when I discovered that Karlie Kloss was from Chicago, Illinois, reppin' da USA! I'm really not a patriotic person at all, but it's comforting to know that there is a place in the fashion elite for people from this country. Another huge shocker? Karlie was born on August 3rd of 1992, making her nineteen years old. She's not even a legal adult yet and she's walked, let alone opened and closed, doors some of the biggest shows the global runways house: Calvin Klein, Chanel, Versace, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Zac Posen, Marc Jacobs, Christian Dior, and has even walked in the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. Some small town girl that grew up in St. Louis, Missouri is now ranked 3rd on models.com's list of the top 50 female models. This shiz is the real deal.

Karlie officially began her modeling career in 2007 when she signed with Elite Model Management after participating in a charity fashion show in St. Louis two years prior at age thirteen. In 2008, she left Elite and signed with NEXT Model Management and that year walked sixty-four shows in one season collectively at all four major fashion weeks (New York, Milan, London, Paris). That year, she was only sixteen years old. OH. MY. GOD. From therein, her career exploded (figuratively). Since then, she's been in advertisements for Donna Karan, Chloé, Alexander McQueen, Yves Saint Laurent, Dolce & Gabbana, Gap, Dior, Hermès, Oscar de la Renta, Topshop, Barneys New York, and Marc Jacobs as the face of the brand's fragrance Lola. That's not even all of them, I just didn't want to bore you to sleep. Karlie has been either inside or on the cover of every major magazine you can think of, in issues published in countries all over the world. This girl has it made.

What's so great about this Karlie Kloss chick, anyway? you may mutter aggressively under your breath. According to basically everyone, she's known for her powerful and graceful runway strut as well as her unique yet classic look. Karlie has described her walk as a "moody gait," and attributes it to her training in ballet. People magazine named her the best model of the year in 2008 and Tyra Banks has praised her on Twitter. I guess if the original smizer herself tweets about you, that's the be-all-and-end-all of your modeling career. Apparently, Karlie is fo' real. Also, she's BFFs with mah homeboii Derek Blasberg, so she's chill.

Photos via tumblr.com, style.com, and harpersbazaar.com. 


She's like a little cat! I just want to have a sleepover with her, don't you?

The smize. See the smize.

This is a prime example of the klassik Karlie pout. 

Okay, not only is she a babe when other people dress her, she's even more of a babe when she dresses herself. This is the sign of true fashion immersion. 

Salut, Karlie! That was a pun because she's saluting the camera but that word also means "hi" in French, and this photo was taken in the Tuileries in Paris. 

Here, Karlie has put on her I'm-trying-to-seduce-you-with-my-eyes face. It's working.

Don't feel too bad, she likes baking cookies and biking, just like you and me! She's a human maybe! Even if she is six feet tall! Whatever, man, I like being 5'3"-ish. ...I mean, it's okay. It's mediocre.

Happy Bastille Day to all mah Frenchies out there! For those of you who didn't see this on my blog's Facebook page earlier today, here's something to brighten your evening a bit: Joseph Gordon-Levitt singing Jacques Brel's "La Valse A Mille Temps," aka one of my favorite French songs since I was a wee lass of seven. Enjoy his beautiful face, gorgeous voice, and charming demeanor and then go watch "(500) Days of Summer." You can thank me later.