Friday, September 30, 2011

Shoe Porn


Senso Diffusion $208 - Kaboodle.com
Suede and glitter wedge booties with elastic gore panel at sides; 5" heel with 1.5" platform.


Still
thinking about this shoe...

Jeffrey Campbell Busted $200 - Kaboodle.com
Edit: found them cheaper here from Lori's Shoes


Jeffrey Campbell The Thelma $198 - Kaboodle.com

Audio Metallic Heel Boots $150 - Top Shop
Suede ankle boots in grey with metallic rose gold chunky heel and platform sole. Heel height: 6"

AMP Motorcycle Boots $150 - Top Shop
Motorcycle style ankle boots in black with stack heels and silver buckle sides. Heel height:2". 100% Leather.

Lion Wedge Heel $160 - Top Shop
Wedge heel sandals in off white with ankle strap detail and platform sole. Heel height: 5". 100% Leather.
Android Panel Ankle Boots $160 - Top Shop
Grey leather ankle boots with elasticated strap at the front and multi panel detailing. Heel: 5". 100% Leather.

Pyramid Flared Heel Boot $280 - Top Shop
Premium burgundy woven leather flared heel boots Tassel feature on side zip. Heel approx 5 inches. 100% Leather.

Madison Dalmation Print Loafers $66 - Top Shop
Red dalmation print loafers. 100% Leather.

Portable Art Platforms $488 - Anthropologie
A colorblocked collage of suede and patent leather covers these sculptural slip-ons from Kron by Kronkron.

Perdicula Wedges $348 - Anthropologie
A spattering of teeny speckles gives Leifsdottir's patent-leather and ponyhair pair a refined punk appeal.

Color Pair Loafers $150 - Anthropologie
These tasseled suede slip-ons are so soft, you'll be hard-pressed to find a reason to take them off. By Charles Phillip.

Darby Glitter Loafers $215 - J.Crew


Cece leather and tortoise ballet flats $138 - J.Crew

Renzo by Sam Edelman $200 - Lori's Shoes

Asos Tridant $210 - ASOS

Asos Animal $131 - ASOS

Monday, September 26, 2011

Green Curry

Decided to make some Thai Green Curry before going into work today.


Frying up some tofu

Assembly line: got the rice cooking, the tofu frying, and veggies chopped.

Deep fried tofu perfection

Lunch time! nom nom

Priceless

I love this movie...





Saturday, September 24, 2011

buzzbuzz

Got this new neon yellow and black mohair sweater from the Gap. I love it. It looks really grungy. I think everyone hates it. I don't care :)

TODO for this week:
-Watch True Blood Season 2
-Work on Zombie Art show submission
-Dye hair black
-Find a trench coat

Hair cut

Because I have been working such crazy hours this past week I CAN NOT fall asleep. I am bored and I am antsy.

These photos of Kate Lanphear are making me want to shave part of my hair again...



I am still waiting for my hair to grow out from the last time I shaved it.
I cut it way to far up (near the crown) and as it started growing out it was sticking up EV-ER-RY-WHERE.
I just can't grasp the concept that my hair is way to thick to look as good as hers in this style. *sigh

Personal Fashion Icon: Kate Lanphear


She has the Billy Idol peroxide blond hair and the devil-may-care style to match. But Kate Lanphear is no ephemeral star. The American-born Lanphear has held posts at both Vogue Australia and Harper's Bazaar; most recently, she's been appointed Senior Style Director at US Elle. Favouring inky hues and mannish-cuts, she's America's answer to la garconne. But her teetering, fetishtic shoes are far from the epicene separates she favours. This androgynous mix seems to be gaining favour across the globe. She's attained near-cult status in Japan, spawned a few Parisian copyKates, and is currently revamping US Elle alongside Joe Zee in New York. It's fair to say she's hot in the cities.

JAK&JILL Style Spotlight: Kate Lanphear by Adrian Corsin










Love, Loss, and What I Wore: Kate Lanphear By Kate Lanphear, as told to Rachel Rosenblit | September 24, 2009

I come from a conservative Irish-Catholic family. My parents are judges, and I have a sister who’s a lawyer. She’s an all-American girl: Abercrombie jeans, Old Navy hoodies, Nikes. My Aunt Bunny and godmother, Auntie Esther, are two of the most put-together women of all time. Esther’s impeccable bag was always coordinated with the most polished shoes, both offering subtle contrast to her perfectly tailored skirt suits.

My closet, however, is filled with studs, chains, rock ’n’ roll T-shirts, and black skinny jeans. The clothes that feel most like my own skin are the ones that are a little aggressive, a bit punked out: Balenciaga shoes and YSL blazers—I could blow my life’s savings on Givenchy and Alaïa.

If you asked me who my style icons were, I’d say I began with old-school heavy metal. I love the androgyny and the glam. In high school I covered my bedroom walls with Axl Rose posters. Appetite for Destruction was out, and I trailed Guns N’ Roses’ tour bus in my Honda Civic (its plates read AXL LVR). I had these amazing, skinny, tight-enough-to- cut-off-your-circulation acid-wash jeans with an inky blue plastic zipper that ran up the seam, purchased at Spencer’s Gifts at the mall. I had begged my mom for them. They were part of a look: slouchy suede boots, oversize suede jacket, outrageous jeans. Breaking the suburbatopian mold by wearing metalhead garb definitely wasn’t something one did to fit in with the cool kids in Fairfax, Virginia.

My getup was an even bigger faux pas with the family. For awhile I gave their Hyannisport compound ideal a shot. I wore glen plaid trousers from the Limited to Aunt Bunny’s for Christmas. “Oh my God, you look amazing!” she said. Meanwhile, I felt like an imposter.

The awkwardness and inner conflict got worse when I started out as an assistant at a fashion magazine. There was so much pressure to dress the part. I decided I had to fake it to make it. Carolyn Bessette was the girl du jour, so I did my best mimicry, wearing LBDs at an appropriate but unflattering length, with pointy ladylike slingbacks. Then one day in a vintage shop I found…a pair of skinny acid-wash jeans. It was like, Ahhh!—a halo was shining around them. I wore them every day. When I got my first big break, I thought, “Screw it, I’m wearing the jeans to the interview with the editor in chief.” I wanted to see what would happen if I was real. I remember telling her, “I’m not your typical fashion editor. I work hard and I know my stuff, but you should know, I’ll be the one wearing acid-wash jeans.” I got the job.

Once those skinny jeans came into my life, everything that wasn’t authentic—the whole WASPy facade—dropped away. That’s the thing about fashion: You can use it to hide, but it’s only magic when you use it to express who you really are.