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Friday, January 11, 2013

My Dreams of Bohemian Country Life Were A Bit Off


I had romantic notions that life near a forest would look like this:

But since moving to the South I have been apart of such activities and they actually look like this:
P.S. This is the county photo


And this photo is for the city-folk who might get upset when they saw a children so close to him:
(I really did re-take it for that reason.)

Anyway, comfy, not form fitting clothes that allow for maximum movement with nothing on your heads is actually how you do proper archery.  You'd think that a hat would be a useful item that everyone wears.  But unless it's a baseball hat, you will be teased.  I was shocked at all the comments from my new family-in-law when I wore this hat.
Totally pragmatic, right?
It was a hot and sunny day!

They reacted as if I was wearing this:
Yeah, I wish.

Anyway, so lesson learned.
What you see in magazines about country life does not translate to real life.  In Mississippi.  And you'd think this would be obvious but life in LA or NY really does look like editorials. 

But I haven't given up completely.  There are plenty of other rural photos I can try and recreate.  
Like basically everything from Vogue's 2008 Fashion Rocks issue staring Dhani Harrison and Sasha Pivovarova.



I'm almost positive my Mississippi Husband would wear a flower crown while playing chess in the woods.  Just as long we weren't in his father's camp (if you're Southern or a hunter you might know what this means).

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Thursday, January 12, 2012

A Dreamy Destination - Bohemian Edition

What do you wear when You travel?

I like to wear ethnic clothing and 
carry as many bags as humanly possible.
(For some reason I get pulled over into 
the special security line quite often.)


In my dream travel scenario I would ditch the army duffle bags and carry luggage from Anna Sui,

And then head to Morocco in my geographic-appropriate dress.
I might not like the food but I will be so taken with everything else I wouldn't even notice that I hadn't eaten in days.


Speaking of Morocco, that's where Sofia Coppola shot the upcoming 'Marni for H&M' (swoon!) campaign.  I cannot wait for the collection to hit stores (on March 8th) and I really cannot wait to see these ads.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Dreaming in White Continues

I am dreaming of white, and not just because I have been listening to the White Album non-stop for the last few weeks.
The Spring / Summer 2012 shows in Europe were inundated with white just like New York Fashion Week.

The beauty of it is, even though white showed in New York, London, Paris and Milan, it looked different every time. I tell you I cannot wait to break out the white. (Except I can, because fall is my favorite season.)

I loved all the voluminous white, the sheer layers of white or subtle cut outs to expose the skin. The white menswear made me drool (my white suit is all ready to go come April). There was risque white and restrained white. Or sometimes there was a mix of all of these.

Some favorites included . . .

The volume at:






Sheer layers and/ or cut-outs to show bits of skin:
Valentino (Maria Chiuri and Pier Picciolo are geniuses!)












Menswear Inspired:
Maison Martin Margiela (Don't you love that Margiela has become so mainstream Kanye name checks the house on his latest album?)






There was plenty of skin thanks to all the minis:



Gianfranco Ferre (They wanted to show so much leg
they skipped pants entirely.)



And loads of modesty:





Hermes (So commune chic.)




Don't worry, you won't be wearing all white in 2012. There was still mad clashing of prints all over the runway. Hussein Chalayan, genius that he is, showed both at the same time.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Dream Man - UK Edition

I love the way Richard Avedon records things
for the generations to come.
This is a ridiculous true story that I considered keeping to myself. I saw these photos at the Brooklyn Museum of Art's 'Who Shot Rock N Roll' exhibit. And when I looked into George Harrison's eyes I started to cry.
Looking at him felt like home and I was comforted and happy at the same. But there was also a twinge of sadness.