On the Road (Clover Canyon Spring 2013)

I know it doesn't make much sense right now, what with Hurricane Sandy blocking off all mass transit in New York City so that I can't leave my borough, coupled with the fact that the next summer break is eons away, but think about spending hot, adventure-filled days in Southern California. Why, you ask? Because that's what the designers of Clover Canyon wanted us to do when they put out their Spring/Summer 2013 collection that I saw at New York Fashion Week back in September. The collection was called "On the Road," most likely intentionally sharing a name with Jack Kerouac's novel by the same title. If you haven't read the book, it chronicles the author's travels back and forth across the United States over the course of a few years--working on a railroad in California for a few months, hitchhiking to Denver, stopping in New York City for a few weeks, going back out West, over and over and over again. To be honest, it began to feel almost ridiculous how much he backtracked and revisited places, only because I am an extremely systematic person and like to go from point A to point B in a logical manner. But that wasn't the point of me mentioning On the Road. The entire book is about getting up and just leaving in search of a good time. That was basically Jack Kerouac's life (I've been reading a collection of personal letters between him and Allen Ginsberg, a correspondence spanning approximately fifteen years, so I'm getting all the intimate facts about his bumming around in Mexico and sleeping on other people's couches while writing). 

This past summer, the Rookie Mag team did a cross-country road trip, starting in New York and working their way west to California. It's just another example of a group of friends spending time together in a van, eating junk food and driving endlessly for miles and stopping at deserted burger joints off the side of some midwestern interstate that only their car and a few assorted pick-up trucks are traveling on. It's not just about going somewhere just to be on the move and not necessarily having a set destination. It's about freedom. The bright colors and scintillating prints in the Clover Canyon collection emulated the youthfulness and fun of a road trip. The brand's clothing is manually patterned, cut, and sewn on the premises. They refer to it as "old world craftsmanship," an aspect of their company that gives the collection's allusions to "candy-colored muscle cars," "wood-paneled motel rooms," "surf shacks," "disco balls and rodeos," and "cannabis leaves" a whole new meaning. [All of these quotations are taken from Clover Canyon's show notes.] Road trips, above all, are about fun. Even though I'm still just a kid, I know how tough it is as an adult to enjoy yourself the way teenagers do. They have responsibilities and obligations that jobless students do not. In Clover Canyon's collection, the juxtaposition between "boyish soft suiting" and fluid shapes and fabrics realizes the idea of adults trying to let loose and truly act like kids again. 

The show was presented in the form of a box presentation, meaning the models were standing around the room and posing for the photographers. Luckily, I was a photographer, and some of the girls got really into it. I mean, it is their job, but I felt really grateful that they were posing for lil' ol' me, so I smiled at all of them after I lowered my camera, and some returned the grin, but others were slightly taken aback by my act of courtesy. 

You'll see how cool some of these girls were in their super cool clothes. 

[Photos by me.]

Imagine going to work in that suit. 

Way out, dude! 

That was my impression of a surfer. 

That print is pretty intense. 

Am I seeing cars? Am I seeing Aztec buildings? What am I seeing??

The Road. 

This reminds me of a ceramic sculpture I recently made inspired by adobe architecture.

Fun fact of the day.  

Try and tell me it doesn't look like the models are going to be sucked into a black abyss. 

She was smizing up a storm. If you can smize with your body...?

Can you spot the illegal drugs in this photo? 

When you don't have a cool '50s Cadillac to drive around town...wear one on your torso! 

The hair and the print on the jacket are screaming Grease mixed with the "SB-129" episode of Spongebob.

The cutest person ever. 

Don't tell anyone, but she was my favorite. 

Look at them smize. They make it an art form. 

This model even made her feet look all fancy for me. Wasn't that nice? 

That jacket is made of sequins. 

Yeah. 

That just about wraps up New York Fashion Week! Well, actually, it wraps up New York Fashion Week. Straight up. And it only took me, like, two months!

If you guys were seriously affected by that bitch Sandy this weekend...you probably wouldn't be reading this blogpost right now, because you probably wouldn't have power. Luckily I wasn't, as in my apartment didn't lose power and my neighborhood suffered minimal damage, but I know so many people who weren't as fortunate. The subway will be shut down for the next four to five days, which means: a) no school, and b) no going anywhere at all. So it's good but also fairly sucky. Hang in there, guys!

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Romantic Steampunk Drapery (Anna Sui Spring 2013)

I spent a little while yesterday looking through some of the Spring 2013 shows on Style.com (this was the first time I got anywhere near Fashion Week stuff since the week itself), and was frighteningly disappointed in the lack of originality I saw. I only looked through half of the A names, but based on all the excitement around this season's new trends and styles and such, I was dissatisfied. I had seen that stuff before. Few ensembles that I looked at gave me that elating feeling of, "Wow, that is freaking amazing, I want to stare at that forever," if any at all. Then I began the early stages of writing this post, and decided to peruse the official pictures of the Anna Sui runway show, because my shots weren't that great. And that's when my faith in fashion was revived again. Anna Sui sent clothing down the runway that have never been placed before my eyes until this point, but at the same time got my mind scrolling through a mental list of garments I own that could help me emulate the style. No black fishnets...lavender fishnets, though, that could work...Knee-length white lace leggings, that kind of fits the vibe... That's what a good collection does. It gets you thinking about something besides, "Okay, serious déjà vû."

Anna Sui's Spring 2013 collection was inspired by the French interior decorator, Madeleine Castaing, and the London and New York punk worlds. Castaing's work focused on the post-French Revolution, post-Napoleon chaos in the mid-nineteenth century. Anna Sui herself lived and thrived within the underbellies of the punk scene of the 1970s in some of the grungiest cities in the world. The unlikely combination of the two meshes (pun--there's lots o' mesh in this collection) the chaos of each time period together seamlessly. I know that if I try to explain this, it's just going to be confusing, so I'll just leave it to Tim Blanks of Style.com, who reviewed the show: "Her love of vintage casts her as a dyed-in-the-wool romantic, but there are few youth cults as riven by romance as punk, so Sui was simply bringing about a union that was written in rock 'n' roll's stars." 

The brocade and zippers and chintz and pearls and ripped fishnets and multi-colored hair pieces and crazy head adornments all amounted to a nostalgic but refreshing collection. Looking at the clothes and Karlie Kloss (who opened and closed the show)'s moody pout make you feel passionate about what you're seeing--it's that delicate balance between anger and love. I don't even know what trends I could pull out of this collection, which further proves how original these garments are. All I know is that I need some brocade, some cut-off leggings, and a long sleeve mesh t-shirt. 

[Photos by me.]

Metallic sunflowers and pink hair--sign me up. 

This new dress-over-calf-length-leggings-made-of-a-weird-fabric silhouette is really growing on me.

Whoever said platforms are dead was clearly mistaken. 

I can't figure out what it is that I love about this look, but I am diggin' so hard.

A denim jumpsuit over a torn mesh shirt is a genius combination that I never would have thought of.

See, it looks like a crown on her head, but it's more like funky bloated chintz ears in real life.

Vibe I am getting here: unicorn.

It's Aymeline Valade!! I never thought I would be in the same room as her. She is legitimately the sexiest person alive. 

Lindsey Wixson was also there. 

I KNOW.

Another solid look.

Hanne. Gaby. Freaking. Odiele. I had seen her looking distressed in the subway station a few days before--she turned around to face me, looking confused (it had nothing to do with me, just in case that was unclear), and when I realized who she was, my knees went weak. I kind of worship her, as you know. 

Yo you flip that hurr, Aymeline. 

Frida Gustavsson was present, aka one of the new faces of H&M, along with Joan Smalls (who also walked in the show.)

Karlie Kloss, working it like a freaking boss as she saunters down the runway in a pearl-adorned denim dress to close out the show. 

The designer. 

There is some very important news that I did not discuss before. ALEXA CHUNG WAS SITTING FRONT ROW. I WAS IN THE SAME ROOM AS ALEXA CHUNG. Before the show had begun, I had tried to walk up and down the runway to check out the front row as I usually did, and I noticed a huge crowd of people. I squeezed in, peeked under, and jumped over several peoples' arms/cameras--and caught sight of a familiar face. THE FACE OF ALEXA CHUNG. I couldn't get a good shot of her despite my efforts, so I walked away to wait until the clump of people dispersed slightly. That's when someone asked me if I was authorized to be on the runway right now, to which I replied no, and she said that I'm not allowed to be there then and I should go back to my seat, thank you. I was fuming. Too scared to try again (even after texting my mom to find out her verdict on the situation), I tried with all my might to get a photo of Alexa from afar. That is what you are seeing above. She is the one directly to the left of the blond woman with the green floral headpiece. 

Also in the front row: Andrew Bevan of Teen Vogue, Derek Blasberg, and Joanna Hillman of Harper's Bazaar. I talked to Andrew after the show, and he was so so nice. He wrote his email address in my Hogwarts notebook and we joked about how burnt out we were from Fashion Week (it was Wednesday night by this point, and I'd already been to Milly a few hours before, and had to rush to Clover Canyon directly after Anna Sui). 

On a separate note, here's a playlist to entertain you through Hurricane Sandy. That is, if the Internet doesn't go out...waaah wahhhh...

(Keeping with the 70s theme of the collection, there's some 70s music on the playlist.)

Enjoy the day off from school. Do something really, really, really cool.

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We Are All Rookies

If you can remember back to about a million years ago (read: September), you may remember that I mentioned in my fun lil' video that Octavia and I went to the Rookie Mag Yearbook One launch at McNally Jackson on a Sunday night during Fashion Week. That Sunday I'd gone to Lela Rose in the morning, bought some snazzy-as-hayl hot pink running shoes (I KNOW)--a process which took nearly an hour and a half, and of course I ended up buying the pair I had initially tried on--crashed at Lola's crib for a while and did what is always done at other peoples' houses: absolutely nothing, and then met good ol' 'Tavia (whoa, unintentional wordplay because of the existence and relevance of Tavi Gevinson in this post) down in SoHo for the book launch. Before I continue, I would like to point out that I just used three different sentence-splicing punctuation forms in one painfully long run-on. Back to mon histoire. 

Octavia and I had missed the Rookie Road Trip New York stop because she was unaware that it was happening and I was way on the other side of the country, and we both cried internally for weeks. Naturally, when she told me about this event, I shouted, "YES!" so loud at my phone (note: I wasn't having a phone conversation...it was a text message) that my mom thought I had said "ow" and was very concerned that I was seriously injured. I had no idea what to expect, so I wasn't dressed as quirkily and Rookie-ish as I would've liked. You'll see in a minute how fuqin' amazing everyone was dressed. Petra was wearing high-waisted bell bottoms with perfectly frizzed out hair. Amy Rose was wearing an apron. Tavi looked like she had stepped out of Junya Watanabe's mind into the Valentino Spring 2012 collection and then Apparated to McNally Jackson. Even Octavia was dressed perfectly (when is she not, though?) in a band tee shirt (maybe it was The Smiths? We were/are in a huge Smiths phase. Edit: it was Duran Duran), a yellow floral A-line skirt, and I believe a pair of red Supergas. Octavia, if you are reading this, now you know just how creeptastically I stalk your outfits. 

I can't even begin to express how extraordinary that night was. I literally cannot find a word in the dictionary app on my computer that can describe how much love I felt from everyone in that room and how much I felt that THESE ARE MY PEOPLE. Because people that read and write Rookie are honestly the most amazing people I have ever met. They are so supportive of the mere existence of everyone around them when surrounded by fellow Rookies that it is simply mind-blowing. I cannot count the number of times Octavia and I made eye contact throughout the night with that look of, "oh my God, why is everyone here so perfect and why can't we all just combine to be an awesome blob of greatness" that can only be validated by the presence of Tavi Gevinson and her compatriots and followers. 

I had only discovered the beautiful creation that is Rookie Mag last June, during a particularly terrifying chapter of school/everything. Prepare yourself for the cliché meter to hit 11. When I was feeling uninspired to write, blog, draw, interact with people, read, make collages, peruse the Internet, or even sleep (who is ever uninspired to sleep? That is just the most ridiculous statement ever made in the history of forever, but sadly it was true), Rookie suddenly brought me out of that slump. Remember The Rebirth? That was courtesy of Tavi's new influence on my life. If you've never read the online magazine before, let me sum it up. It is the pre-, current, and post-adolescent girl's guide to life. There is nearly everything on there that you need or want to know, are curious about, care even a smidgen about, didn't know was a thing but now you do, and everything in between. There's one void that I intend to fill myself because they accept reader submissions, but of course I will let you know if and when that happens. 

I feel as though I have a personal connection to Tavi. We're both fashion bloggers, short teenage girls, born only around a year apart, are writers, enjoy singing (she's in an a cappella group, aka my dream), have an unfounded fascination in tulle (her personal 8tracks username is tulletulle and her twitter is @tavitulle), and have a multitude of other insignificant things in common. Tavi is my role model more than everyone I've ever praised on this blog, including Emma Watson and Alexa Chung, because she embodies everything I value and admire in a human being. She tries not to care what everyone else thinks about her; she began blogging at age eleven and had shaken hands with Björk and Marc Jacobs by age thirteen; she singlehandedly made looking like a pubescent grandma cool; she is a phenomenal writer; she created Rookie and subsequently coalesced the most unexpected combination of interesting people; she does all of this and is still in high school; and above all, she is a human being, and totally owns up to it. Tavi admits to her flaws and publicizes them to make everyone else feel better. The rawness and honesty of Rookie is what draws me to it. Those thoughts you thought were unutterable but desperately wished weren't are suddenly on your computer screen (and now in print!). It's easy to idolize someone you know nothing about. I know absolutely zero things about Alexa Chung except that she looks awesome always, yet I have managed to mention her frequently enough on this site that she has her own tag. She could be a terrible person (although I doubt she is), and I would never know because there's no way I could unless I spoke to her in person. And even then I would have to become very close to her to really know her. But with Tavi, you read her articles for Rookie and you have complete faith that she is real. And that's comforting. 

When I stood in front of her at a small independent bookstore in SoHo, I was more starstruck than I've ever been in my entire life. You all can see on this blog how many famous people I've met or seen just in the past year and a half: it's an unfairly large number. Based on my frequent caption: "I had a mini heart attack," used when describing an encounter with a renowned figure, it's obvious how easily affected I am by celebrities. I saw Tavi and I kid you not, I almost started crying. And it takes a lot to make me cry. I told her how much a worship her and she was so honored. I don't remember exactly how she responded, but it seemed very genuine. Amy Rose was sitting right next to her and heard everything I'd said, and when I'd finished and Tavi placed my copy of the Yearbook into Amy Rose's lap, she said, "You're so sweet. Gimme a hug." So I hugged her, my arms full of a huge pink bag of crap and a Sports Authority plastic bag housing an obnoxiously bright orange shoebox, both of which definitely hit someone. I apologized for my physical awkwardness, but no one seemed to care that I'd whacked them with a cardboard prism. 

The moral of the story is: I love Rookie, and so can you. 

[Photos by me.]

Amy Rose kicked off the night of Yearbook-excerpt reading with a piece she wrote about her love of The Smiths. She confidently rocked a cut-up tee shirt, exposed cheetah print bra, and a floral print apron while talking about how Morrissey's lyrics became the foundation of one weird night with a college guy.

Jenny Zhang, a writer and poet (and obviously a Rookie contributor) that grew up around my general neighborhood and read a surprisingly beautiful fiction piece. I have recently invested a lot of time into reading her work on the Interwebz, but I intend to get my hands on her poetry book soon.

Yes, that is Lena Dunham, sitting mere feet away from me talking about her Millenium Journal and all of the crazy things she thought were important in the year 2000. 

The girl-band Supercute! playing some really jammin' tunes on their ukeleles and that cool box-drum-seat hybrid, despite the fact that I am usually opposed to ukeleles. They're actually really cool, and--get this--super cute. 

Tavi. Fuqing. Gevinson. Does she or does she not look like a dark Wiccan princess hiding many secrets in her endless braid? She read an excerpt of her famous piece, "How to Not Care What Other People Think of You."

If you still can't comprehend how incredible this night was, let me put it this way: I wasn't even hungry. I am that person who is often hungry but doesn't usually do anything about it because I am very scheduled when it comes to eating so when I don't eat according to my regular timetable the world turns upside down. I plan my day around my meals. The fact that I was not hungry means that my emotions surpassed the standardized needs of my stomach. 

As if this post wasn't already long enough, here's your Sunday playlist. Rookie-themed, of course. 

Have a Rookie week. Just have one.

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(The United) State(s) of Style Summit

Last Thursday, I had the incredible privilege of attending StyleCaster's State of Style Summit at 92YTribeca. Let's pretend that didn't sound really sponsored-post-y and generic. Because this is not a sponsored post or anything, I write my own shiz guys, 5ever and always. 

The Style Summit was like the IFB Cons of da past, only smaller, cozier, and more intimate. And funnier. The CEO/founder of StyleCaster, Ari Goldberg, is quite hilarious and unafraid of profanity.

Much conversation was had, epiphanies occurred (somewhat), Tweeting happened (I know), bagels and delicious salad were et (et = the superior past participle of "eat"), and wonderful people spoke and existed in front of me. Among those people were Derek Blasberg, Joe Zee, Swin Cash (Olympic WNBA player and gold medalist, oh yes), the ladies of Style Like U (they are awesome. Like, really freaking awesome. More on them in the future, wink, wink), and a rabbi. 

Here you may find some photographic and cinematographic documentation of my day at the Summit. 

[Photos by me.]

Joe Zee, Mary Alice Stephenson, and Julia Samersova all discussed the importance and advantages of social media and its various platforms and incarnations. According to the panel, fashion used to be a "members only" sort of thing; thanks to social media, it's not like that anymore. Anyone and everyone can get involved. Even though social media pushes everything forward and is very future-looking, it simultaneously sends us back and makes fashion real again. It's no longer this concept that stays on a pedestal behind a glass case: it's at everyone's fingertips. The real question for me is whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. It's hypocritical for me to advocate a "soshul meediuh sux!" doctrine, because, HELLO! I'm a fifteen-year-old girl blogging from her apartment. But at the same time, Twitter, why are you a thing??? I may need to elaborate on this one a bit more in a full-fledged HuffPoPo article. This conflict was actually bothering me so much that I raised my hand and asked whether it's necessary to participate in that world if I don't want to. Their response was, "Why wouldn't you want to participate?" Welp, there's my thesis. Right there. So many reasons why not. Must. Restrain. From. Launching. Into. Tirade.

Words o' Wisdom: "It's not a popularity contest in high school." --Julia Samersova. Word way up to that, man. 

Swin Cash! Displayin' some sass! She only spoke for about ten minutes, talking about her life story, so there isn't much to report that you couldn't find on Wikipedia. But I spoke to her afterward, and she was mega ultra nice and completely a human. 

Nate Berkus and Derek Blasberg, who were so, so cute. It was amazing to watch them interact. So amazing, in fact, that I filmed a bit of their banter and you can see it yourself at the end of this post. Therefore, I shall spare you from hearing twice about how Derek's mom likes Nate more than her own son.

ISpyDIY's Jenni Radosevich talked to us about her new book launch and being temporarily homeless. 

You can see the list of people on the panel on that projector behind everyone's head, but pay special attention to the two women on the right (yes, your right), Elisa Goodkind and Lily Mandelbaum of Style Like U. You need to go look at their site and start watching their videos right this instant, because you will feel awesome. I am not an instigator of peer pressure, nor do I condone it, but this is the only time you will benefit from doing exactly as I say. 

They are actually the kyootest kids on the block.

'Twas great fun, I'll tell ya. Gr8 phun. 

It's Monday...so...hmmm... 

Why don't I leave you with some nice inspiring quotes from the Summit instead of being all bummed that the weekend could not be further away? 

“The way to cut through the clutter is to have an opinion.” --Brandon Holley of Lucky Mag

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“I think we're all balancing between chaos and order, intimacy and randomness.” --Brandon Holley

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“Scale doesn't matter, engagement matters.” --Brandon Holley

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“Follow your heart. You've got one shot and that's it. If you don't take it, you'll never know.” --Frederik Willems of Thomas Pink

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“Don't ever stop studying or learning, because if you stop doing those, you stop evolving. This whole business is about evolution.” --Uri Minkoff of Rebecca Minkoff

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“I used to think a runway was where an airplane landed. Now I know that it's a place where dreams take off.” --Rabbi Mendel Jacobson

Better, isn't it? 

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Persueded

Ah, yes. The beloved play on words returns. 

So much to write, so little time: thus, post shall be short today. 

A throwback to when it was warmer (not that I preferred that weather, because I have an awesome new jacket that can really only be worn when it is 60 degrees or fewer) and I had only to wear a flah-nell as outerwear. 

Suede shirt: H&M 

Jeans: Ann Taylor Loft (the result of a three-hour-long shopping hunt across the East Village--aren't they perfect? They are exactly what I have been searching for. And only $7.50.) 

Flah-nell: Arrow Blue Jean Co. 

Sandals: Blowfish 

So happy 2 b alyve!!! 

I decided to put bindis at the corners of my eyes (there is one on the other side too) because I thought it looked like really funky eye liner sans real eye liner. Courtesy of my yoga studio for providin' phree bindis! 

Noses: what are you? 

And now for your Sunday playlist to end this week and start off the next one:

Seule Sur Terre from youreatulle on 8tracks Radio.

Have a wonderful Sunday and a mucho good week, frandz! 

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The Sporty Surrealists (Milly Spring 2013)

Wednesday, September 12th, 2012, was probably the best day of my life (thus far). 

Why, you may ask? Well, my curious reader, you shall soon find out. 

On the second to last day of the end of New York Fashion Week, I left school early and headed over to Lincoln Center to attend Milly's Spring 2013 collection. This was the first of three shows I had invitations to for that afternoon/evening/night (Anna Sui and Clover Canyon followed this one later that day), and I was missing Chemistry, and it was Fashion Week, so I was already mega pumped to begin with. I entered the venue with enough time to scope out the scene, so I began checking out the front row and walking up the runway to see what/who that huge crowd of people was clustered around. I spotted a familiar face in the sea of heads--but to whom did this visage belong? It took me a moment to place it, but once I recognized him I went into a bit of paralytic shock for a moment. Who but W.B. Mason Ryan Lochte himself was standing mere feet away from me? The Olympic swimmer whose interviews I had watched countless times on the internet over the summer--the man who I can quote verbatim saying things like, "What defines me? ...Ryan Lochte," or that the answer to seven times four is twenty-one. Also his phone background is rocks. And he can't wait until the Olympics are over so he can, you know, go to the market...do a little shopping. Needless to say, my interaction with him did not progress past a) him looking disgruntled and confused by the flashbulb going off from my camera and b) him mumbling, "Yeah, sure," when I handed him my card and asked him to check out this here site. It was one of the highlights of my life, no doubt. 

Onto the show: it was inspired by the concept of surrealism. That's a hefty concept to be inspired by. When I think of surrealism, I think Salvador Dalí; but that might just be me. There are other surrealists out there, obviously. Michelle Smith, the designer behind Milly, chose to pull out the idea of playing with the eye through "illusions and unexpected combinations of technical fabrics, couture finishes, and dream-like photorealistic prints." (This quote was taken from the show notes, I'm not just putting my own words in quotation marks.) The trends I pulled out of the collection were silver/metallics, white, coral/orange, shades of blue, shades of green, yellow, and tweed. According to the designer, the official names are "neon coral, mentino, lapis and citron" (first of all, what the hell is mentino, because it is simply not a thing; secondly, there was no oxford comma included in the original text, which vexes me to no end). She was trying to portray movement--she got that down pat. The models all looked like they were going to play tennis or something, in the most high fashion way possible. And those science lab-inspired glasses are quite a quirky touch. I think...I think I like 'em. 

Now you may decide for yourself whether you're feelin' the vibes. 

[Photos by me.]

But first...

RYAN LOCHTE! 

She simply looks like she's a really fashionable tennis player, no? Serena and Venus need to step up their sartorial game on the courts, it seems.

I think visible seams are becoming a thing. Let's keep our eye on that one. 

That's Iris Egber, rockin' a cut-out dress like it's her job. 

Because it is. 

Mesh sleeves! And tweed! Yah!

Elsa Sylvan showing some pretty funky prints. Is that a jumpsuit, or...?

There's that lapis Michelle Smith spoke so highly of.

Metallics are super on-trend for right now and next spring. Get on dat. I just painted my nails two different shades of metallics (purple on one hand, gold on the other). 

Laser-cut leather is an interesting approach to warm weather leathers. 

The graphicness of black and white is made super sporty with the visible seams and mesh. Slightly reminiscent of Alexander Wang F/W 2012, amirite?

Josephine Skriver, how I love you so, especially when you are a few feet away from me.

Neon + mesh + tweed = confused but totally digging. 

Sweaters get me every time. 

When Josephine Skriver walked out on the runway a) being Josephine Skriver, b) wearing an awesome dress, and c) wearing a TRANSLUCENT PONCHO, I flipped out. Because I have a girlcrush on Josephine and a flat out love for ponchos, especially those of the semiopaque variety. 

Tomorrow I'm attending StyleCaster's Style Summit at 92Y Tribeca. Playin' hooky because Derek Blasberg is more exciting than school. I will report fully on the event after I have recovered from its awesomeness. 

There was some surprisingly positive feedback on the playlist I posted a week or so ago, so I'm going to start posting playlists every Sunday (or every other Sunday, depending on if I can even see over the pile of homework I may potentially have to complete). Musique! Hoo-ray! 

It's almost Friday almostFridayalmostFridayFridayFridayweekendyum. 

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