Lovely Weekend

(I am determined to have one.)

Cardigan - Burberry 

t-shirt - American Apparel

Skirt - thrifted

Belt - thrifted

Necklace - Marc by Marc Jacobs

Shoes - Pedro Garcia

Hay Guys.

I'm still around. I was going through some old photos the other day from way, way back in the dark ages, the olden tymes when there was no such thing as Cuffington or Facebook or the Economic Stimulus Package, when life was pretty much all about sitting on the porch, reading Love and Rockets and drinking a tall boy.

(Invisible tall boy and Hernandez Bros. comic pictured above)

Anyway, that stroll down memory lane made me decide to write a bio/info page for this website. You can read it by clicking here but there are probably no big shockers. Unless Pumas, army surplus shirts, and pink bandanas just absolutely chap your hide. In which case, don't say you weren't warned.

Hurr-liday!

You know you had an interesting night when you wake up in the morning and you have glitter smudged in your eyebrows, and several more handfuls of the sparkly stuff at the bottom of your purse.

I blame it on the Mardi Gras mask, which I remembered wearing through a hazy fog of vodka tonics and low lighting. My friend Amy calls leftover glitter on your face "raver's herpes." That one has a way with words, no?

Anyway, tonight was a black tie event of the highest order. I went to Treat earlier in the afternoon and had my very first honest to goodness blowout. I love the tea they give you at Treat. I could drink it all day while they attend to my hurr. This shot was taken "Before."

"During."

Et voila! "After," in full makeup and my Rachel Roy dress, moments before stepping out the door.

One of my favorite things about going to fancy places is the food.

Lasagna.

And a creamy, dreamy cheesecake for dessert.

Amy said it felt like the Oscars, but I had a more Golden Globes-ish vibe.

Licorice Whip

Jacket - Elizabeth and James

Sweater - H&M

Pants - Yves Saint Laurent

Shoes - Jimmy Choo

Black and Tan

I have been staring at this photo for way too long. Once again Jak & Jil delivers with awesome street style during fashion week. What a really love about this photo (besides the chunky jewelry and big gold watch) is how this gal managed to throw a pale blue denim skirt with buttons down the front into her look and have it all be so cohesive and chic. I should take some lessons from her in how to look so unstudied yet still put together so well.

That bag is Prada's Pietre Clutch, by the bye.

Well then.

Been a while. I missed you guys. I've been up to a few things, I suppose.


For the first time in my adult life I had what one would call a traditional/conventional Valentines Day. It pretty much ruled the school, but since I am kind of a private person (ha - says the girl who's had a blog for three years) I will only say that the bouquet of peonies, while lovely, were only the jumping-off point to a weekend of greatness and googly-eyed sappiness.

San Francisco really has its moments when it comes to cool street art. For example, this Virgin Mary thing has been maintaining her careful vigil at the corner of Fillmore and Haight for at least a year. I like it when the good stuff doesn't disappear immediately.

I wonder if the same will be said for this piece, which appeared a few feet away less than a month ago. I find it charming that of all the politically-themed graf in America I've seen over my course of existence, this is the first one that hasn't had negative or violent connotations in it. We have stepped through the looking glass, folks.

In other news, I cannot stay away from Debaser. It is really too much fun.

Even though the theme that night was babydoll dresses, I again donned the flannel.

Speaking of parties, I am going to my first ever black-tie event (unless you count senior prom, which I don't) this Saturday and am super stoked. I will either wear my black Zac Posen or gold Rachel Roy (leaning towards the latter at this point, akshully) but what I think I'm the most excited about is that I'm going to get a blow-out a couple hours before. Yes, my life is really that unglamourous that I am writing about the fact that another human being will be wielding the curling iron instead of me. At least this way the stylist and I can weep deep, bitter tears together when everything falls out and goes as straight as a knife blade a few minutes later. My hair has never been able to hold curl for longer than the average Super Bowl commercial so I'm not expecting miracles.

Anyway. It's good to be back.

Black Magic Woman

Sweater - Vince

Blouse - 3.1 Phillip Lim

Pants - Yves Saint Laurent

Shoes - Jimmy Choo

Tres Chic!

According to Fashion Week Daily, Carine Roitfeld, editor at French Vogue and one of my personal style faves, has a new plan in the works for a magazine on all things stylish and chic for those who are still in high school: a bi-annual "youth-focused edition of French Vogue."  It's still an uncomfirmed rumor at this point, but how cool would that be, non?

She Wore a Yellow Ribbon

Blouse - Tory Burch

Pants - Emanuel Ungaro

Belt - J. Crew

Shoes - Christian Louboutin

A Public Service Announcement

To all citizens who live in cities like San Francisco, where very extreme inclines are commonplace, especially on sidewalks, let me give you some unsolicited advice. 

If you realize, before you venture outside the house, that you and your footwear will be spending more than twenty seconds of the day in contact with sidewalks slanted at forty-five degree angles, the kind of sidewalks children careen down in their Rollerblades and are never heard from again, the kind of of sidewalks where parents and nannies require a personal trainer and an oxygen tank to help them reach the top of the hill while pushing that stroller, for the love of Pete please please please put your four inch heels away, pull on your flat equestrian boots and get on with it. 

Not that I would know that that is like.  Or whatever.

Pink Flamingos

Cardigan - Theory

V-neck sweater - H&M

Pants - Helmut Lang

Shoes - Missoni

The Rain is Playing Games with Me

And as a result, I feel like a low-rent Rachel Maddow.

A while back I wrote about how a lady like me, who works in a business casual world, could make it to and from work in the rain without looking like a gallump.  I know some day I'll get some Hunter Wellies, but until that day comes, I've been shining it on with these white Chuck Taylors, and carrying my heels in their dust bags inside my purse.  

It's really not so bad, I suppose, and I only wear the sneakers with pants, but it would be nice if the rainy weather prediction that comes on as I lace up my Chucks in the morning would actually happen once in a while. Today was the third day in a row of my wearing them in anticipation of storms and thunder, only to find every daylight hour filled with, well, daylight.  But I am not letting the weather fool me, because I know that as soon as I leave the house with my strappy sandals on my feet and my umbrella left at home, the clouds will dump themselves out, and a pair of perfectly ruined fancy shoes will be my reward.

Rainy Sunday + Contest Winner!

I type this from my soft, warm, blanky bed.  Even though we are nearly halfway through February the chill in the air required me to wear a hat and scarf as I ran errands earlier this morning.  At this point the tapping of rain on the windows and skylight sounds more like tiny thumbtacks than drops of water.  It is moments like these where I am thankful that I can just curl up with a book or my computer and forget about the world.  

One thing I did not forget about was the contest for the Buffalo Exchange gift certificates.  The lucky winner (chosen at random by an unaffiliated third party) is Kimberly Mansfield.  Enjoy!

Recessionista

The very absolute best part about this blouse? It was three whole dollars. Scuh-ore.

Blouse - vintage
Skirt - Banana Republic
Shoes - Jimmy Choo

Contest! Win Buffalo Exchange Gift Certificates!

Hello hello to my lovely readers, each and every one of you.

The time has come to give a little something back. I was recently presented with some dollars for Buffalo Exchange, one of my very favorite places to shop for vintage clothing. I received this gift from a fan of this website, who knows that my love and appreciation for beautiful and unique things knows no bounds. But you know, the more I thought about it, the less I felt as though this adored gift of twenty dollars at Buffalo Exchange really belongs to me.

It belongs to the PEOPLE, man! And by that I mean all of YOU.

So I am giving them up, by way of a contest. It's also the easiest contest, hands down. All you have to do is leave a comment at the bottom of this posting. That's all. You can say whatever you want. You have until Friday at midnight to click that little comment link and immortalize yourself. The winner will be chosen at random on Saturday, and the results will be posted Monday Sunday. One comment per reader, please.

ETA: Here is Buffalo Exchange's website. It does not appear as though they have an online shop.

Groundhog Day

Dress - Lewis Cho
Scarf - H&M
Tights - DKNY
Shoes - Christian Louboutin