Alexandra Grecco's tulle skirts are the stuff dreams are made of--they're so full and floaty like a pretty pastel confectionery. When Alexandra offer me one to style I replied with an immediate yes and visions of ballet-inspired outfits started dancing in my head. Not every little girl dreams of growing up to be a ballerina, but I must confess to be one of the many females who danced briefly when she was younger and still holds a fondness for the tutus. At first I thought about pairing the skirt with a black bodysuit and ballet flats, but then I decided to play up the soft grey color with a matching sweater which also suits our early spring weather better than a lighter layer. The setting sun caught the outer layers of tulle giving them a beautiful peachy tone which complimented my other accessories in the best way. Anyway, I'm quite over the moon about this perfect little skirt and I can't wait to wear it again and again this spring and summer.
I'd definitely start collecting "Do Not Disturb" signs if they all looked as interesting as these ones. I'm quite sad that we're no longer in such a beautiful golden era of packaging--everything nowadays is minimalistic or covered in warning labels. Once even old match boxes were worth collecting, but I'm hard pressed to think of a modern, cheap equivalent... via
Artist and architect Federico Babina imagines modern buildings if artists designed them. The question becomes not what would homes look like if artists built them, but would you want to live in one of these? I'm quite partial towards the Salvador Dali building--it looks like a rooted flying saucer.
Previous outfit posts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine. I have this bad tendency to not own many neutrals or those so called "basics" for every wardrobe--my best white blouse is covered in writing, the closest I have to black trousers is a velvet pair, etc. Most of the time it doesn't seem like a big deal, but then when I do get a basic cream sweater or brown cardigan I wear them so often I immediately wonder why it took me so long to invest in them. For example, when I got this light brown cardigan I never knew it would become such a go-to, but I hardly know what I was wearing before it.
Inspired by tomboys and rock 'n roll there's a lot to like about Maison Kitsune Fall 2014. It's a decidedly retro-American collection somewhat ironically since this is a French label co-founded by a Japanese man. The biggest takeaway from this collection aren't individual pieces but styling inspiration: temple curls, white tights, and boyish loafers. View the full collection here.
If a style blogger falls off the Internet they make a sound--and being the Internet that sound is repeated and repeated for eons. When regular fashion blogger Agathe of Style Bytes (possibly the first personal style blogger to exist) abruptly stopped posting without warning dozens of blog posts and articles sprung up around the web speculating on her disappearance and what it all meant. Other fashion bloggers who followed Agathe but had no personal connection to the Norway-based secretary-slash-blogger had to make public posts explaining they did not know where Agathe was or how to contact her. It was all a bit crazy and while the mystery has since been solved (she split from her blog photographer-husband and no longer had any interest in the site they had created together) there is still a void in the Internets where she once belonged. When I look back on outfits she posted in 2008, I'm struck by how they remain relevant today--her mix of vintage and high street brands (H&M was a favorite) would still look stylish on a blogger today. While she never invested in a fancy DSLR and prime lens, there's no denying the quality and theatricality of her photographs snapped with a simple digital camera (definitely a photo tip here: it's not just your equipment that makes for a good photograph). I was and remain inspired by Agathe's style and I do hope she is enjoying her life off the Internet these days.
My new yellow wedges make me feel as if I'm "walking on sunshine" as the song goes--even though our spring weather hasn't quite peaked. I'm quite envious of the ladies I keep seeing elsewhere on the web with bare legs and nary a jacket or shiver in sight. Still, it was bright (if windy) this day and pulling out some new spring pieces seemed appropriate although I did get chilly. It's been such a crazy winter it definitely felt like temperatures suitable for bare legs would never come. More fascinating than my routine ramblings on weather and temperature: the muslin disease. I stumbled across this historical tidbit recently and have been a bit obsessed ever since: in the 1800s so many women perished from influenza credited to their lightweight dresses the illness was nicknamed the "muslin disease." There's more, the dresses weren't merely lightweight, it was also the fashion of the time in France for women to douse themselves in water before going out. Underneath their dresses they would wear pink stockings and lightweight slips, the combination of the garment with water rendered their gowns transparent. It's interesting because it also challenges how we remember history--prudish women covered to their ankles with bonnets in church, but walking around on a regular basis (and literally dying for fashion) in the vintage equivalent of a wet tee shirt.