March 26, 2013

Homeroom

vintage fuzzy sweater // skirt from pixiemarket

fresh coats
custom his n' hers meshback hats—mine is on the left, bien sur.
predilection for printed blouses, bordering on unhealthy.

This is pretty much my Spring Break: completing personal and professional projects, applications, papers, articles, watching Spring Breakers, and maybe, just maaaaaaaaybe scrubbing up the house.

 There was a word for it, some ghastly bourgeois euphemism that emerged at the height of the recession..... ah yes, staycation.

March 17, 2013

Schoolgirl Realness

via FT website
I sincerely dig the Catholic schoolgirl silhouette. Neat skirts and button-up shirts are the closest I get to a daily uniform, and I love the way a pinafore dress can tone down a crazily-printed blouse on days when I lack the testicular fortitude to wear it loud and proud. It's easy to squee over designers and clothing lines that do "updates" on the schoolgirl look, but how cool is it to go directly to the source? I've been poking around the French Toast website, and found more totally wearable things than you can shake a knee-sock at. The shirts and cardigans especially, seem like pretty bulletproof basics. I purchased the grey jumper you see up yonder there and I'm excited to find out if/how it works with the rest of the pieces in my closet.

Obviously, these are children's clothes, and I'm not interested in looking like anything other than grown-ass woman, but I think the key (for me) is to pair schoolgirl basics with wacky separates and bad-ass shoes, like so:

all pics sitting around on my desktop—from Romwe, Topshop, and some other place.
I will report back on my findings. If this works (the sizes go up to 20, but children don't have boobs and hips, so it's difficult to determine if the fit will be off) I might have to start ordering in bulk.


March 11, 2013

P.E.E.R Pressure




t-shirt c/o Blood is the New Black // coat - old UO // pants - vintage via VACATIONSF // boots - topshop
I thought it would be nice to show you my relaxed side.... I love being slightly overdressed everywhere I go, but since I started a job that requires me to dress up, the innocuous little butt-head rebel inside me kicked in, and tee shirts and pants have been making their way into my daily outfits more than usual.

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March 7, 2013

"Fashion" and "Film"

This has got to be the best thing I've encountered in at least six weeks. Vena Cava's video for their Viva Vena! diffusion line is a parody of the kind of cliché video-pastiche that young female designers resort to. I can't embed the thing from Vimeo, so you should go here to watch it before proceeding...


Aside from being very, very, funny (fashion people are generally devoid of humor, in part because they are incapable of pointing it at themselves. See Alexander Wang's inexplicable exhumation of Bon Qui Qui for his Spring '13 campaign, making her the butt of the joke instead of oh, I dunno, hundred dollar tee shirts and the people who buy them...) the film's real cleverness lies in its ability to make fun of the genre's tropes while simultaneously fulfilling them.


Lizzy Caplan's rape-gaze and the snarky production details aside, it's still a pretty girl with a flower crown traipsing around in soft-focus sunlight. The clothes themselves are pretty effing cute too, and don't exactly form any tension with the aesthetic the video is mocking.

*update: I've already purchased a sweater from this collection.


Deconstructing comedy is a very necessary but super gross, private thing. I'm broadcasting it here because I've been a longtime admirer of Vena Cava. My BFF and I both worked in one of the first stores to carry the line, and we spent hours poring over the clothes, discussing details and construction, and wishing they would go on sale so we could afford them. The designers themselves are two really smart and funny ladies who often seemed too smart and funny for their own good: their references are interesting and offbeat, but reviews in the fashion press are always mixed, if they are present at all. Viva Vena! is the latest in a string of maneuvers to help keep the brand afloat—they've done collaborations with Via Spiga, GAP, Uniqlo, and still nearly went under before finding the financial backing that allows (requires?) them to make a diffusion line on their own terms—which, make no mistake, I am very excited about. I have always loved Vena's clothes. They're cool and feminine without resorting to cheeseball rocker aesthetics or costumey retro nostalgia. It might be what accounts for the brand's instability over the years: a bit too much hedging for the masses, whose female archetypes need to fit neatly an established framework in order to sell. In that light, the film takes on the more cynical tone of resignedly spoon-feeding the market the over processed pabulum it requires: here you go, some cute books and records, some BS about daydreaming, some innocuously girlish, noncommittal stabs at creativity... it's a commercial, after all. 


I thought the vintage-loving community would have a good laugh, but the video landed with mainly a thud and an echo in this corner of the blogosphere. Maybe it's too spot-on for comfort, but relating to it is what makes it so funny. I'm checking off just about every cliché in here, and that's fine. I collect records, play the ukulele, and have made many hopeful stabs at experimental fiction on a typewriter. I always spring for the vintage paperback, and not just because it's generally cheaper. I've paid dearly once or twice for copies of books that simply look better on the shelf than their newer counterparts. Even if the book is for a class and the difference in edition makes for a discrepancy in page numbers, if it's been in print for decades and there's a range of covers to choose from, by god I can and shall exercise my consumer power in service of my aesthetic taste.



It's hard not to fall into well-worn platitudes when trying to express yourself visually, especially for people (like me, like you, like many young women who embody these tropes) who are more used to expressing themselves verbally. It's okay if we all like the same stuff, because we're all more complicated and interesting than mere stuff. In fact, at the risk of offending that portion of my readership who is inclined toward feline affection, I'll admit before god and everyone that I probably mutter "fuck cats" under my breath with utter sincerity at least once a week. So let's all chill and have a good chuckle at our own expense.

For real, though. Fuck cats.

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March 4, 2013

Go Team Four Eyes!

Just when I was starting to get down on my increasing dependence on glasses, I spotted this completely insane, wonderfully quirky editorial—centered all around spectacles—in this month's Paper. There's a lot of images, but I'm seriously inspired by each and every one...

















styled by shirley kurata + photographed by emily shur for papermag

March 2, 2013

Ghost Town





(DAT BUTT DOE)
cardigan - thrifted // Guess skirt, silk blouse, wool boucle coat - vintage // ponyhair flats - UO

The mister and I took advantage of the unusually sparse San Francisco streets on Oscar Sunday by wandering around the Mission, sipping on mint mojito iced coffee from Philz, shopping for books, and spending the greater portion of the afternoon in the James Lee Byars retrospective at Will Brown before watching the sun set over Dolores park. I still don't understand the Pavlovian tendency to gather at Dolores park every time the sun is out, but it was nice to sit outside and read together.... even if the reverie was disrupted every five minutes or so by some go-getter peddling sundry weed-infused candies and baked goods. 

Shouldn't these people be at home watching the Oscars?