Guess Who
Does this lady look familiar?
It’s Coco Chanel. Duh!
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Credits: Humor Chic
May 2012
24 posts
Advanced Style
These photos have inspired me to think differently about how I wear a few wardrobe basics.
Check ‘em:
Genius way to sport a watch.
Luv the way this skinny belt is looped.
Ever stand in the mirror for several minutes cuffing your jeans just so? Me too. But maybe we should reconsider…
A collared shirt unbuttoned and worn off the shoulder for some subtle sexiness.
And unlike some of the styling you see in those fantastic-but-that-ain’t-gonna-fly-in-real-life editorials, you can try these at home.
Credits: This Time Tomorrow, A cocktail in her hand and confetti in her hair, J.Crewing, Prepaganda
Country Strong
In honor of the London 2012 Summer Games, the June issue of Vogue features several hard-bodied Olympic hopefuls, and the lithe Karlie Kloss, as seen through Annie Leibovitz’s lens.
The results are pretty fabulous. Check ‘em:
Hope Solo, Ryan Lochte, and Serena Williams on the cover.
Jonathan Horton and Karlie Kloss
Horton and Kloss
Ashton Eaton and Kloss
Kloss and Eaton
Kloss and Lochte
Kloss and Lochte
Kloss and Bob and Mike Bryan
The Bryans and Kloss
Kloss and Dwyane Wade
Wade and Kloss
Luv the first shot of Ashton and Karlie. Using her as a stand-in for the hurdle was inspired.
The first shot of Dwyane and Karlie seems kind of silly since he’s attempting to shoot, but he’s obviously shooting away from the basket. I guess they wanted readers to see him from the front, but we get that view in the last shot.
Still…well done, Vogue.
Credits: Vogue
Pretty in Pink
I’ve just seen these photos of Jenna Lyons at this year’s Met Gala and, as usual, she looks fantastic.
Two points for incorporating one of Schiaparelli’s signature colors: shocking pink.
Credits: Zebra Crossing, SpinMeClose
Three Generations
In honor of Mother’s Day, I’m sharing some old school family photos with y’all.
First up: my grandmother, Lois, and my mom, Lynn.
The back of this photo says it was developed the week of Jan. 10, 1955, which means my mom was one year old here.
Fast forward 30-ish years, and that little girl has a little girl of her own: me!
Like the photo of my mom and grandmother, this photo was taken at Christmastime. I was just days away from turning 2. (Technically, there’s three of us in this photo. Mom was pregnant with my brother, who was born two months later.)
Adorable photos, right?!
I’ll close with this great Jewish proverb I came across yesterday:
“God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.”
“Thinking about age all the time is the biggest prison women can make for themselves.”
—~Miuccia Prada
Good Hair →
fashion.telegraph.co.uk
Legendary hairstylist Vidal Sassoon died yesterday at age 84. Check out photos of some of his most iconic cuts, including the 5-point cut first modeled by Grace Coddington (former model and Vogue’s current creative director), at the link.
Red Carpet Review: 2012 Met Gala
The Costume Institute Gala’s red carpet arrivals were livestreamed for the very first time, making my Monday evening in rainy Columbus a little more entertaining.
I laughed. I cried. I screamed when I saw Sarah Jessica Parker. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Oh, just you wait.
But first…
January Jones in Atelier Versace
Jessica Paré in L’Wren Scott
Both the former and current Mrs. Draper looked especially lovely, no?
Camilla Belle in Ralph Lauren
I melted for this gown when I saw it come down the runway, but, I have to say, it looks even better on Camilla. Perfection from head to toe.
Ivanka Trump in Peter Pilotto
Between the print and the neckline, that dress has a lot going on, but Ivanka pulls it off nicely. (Being tall and statueque certainly helps.) I’m digging the new bangs, too.
Warning: The following photo has content that might be harmful to your retinas. It is intended only for bitchy, judgemental audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.
Sarah Jessica Parker in Valentino.
I like SJP, I really do. But this gown? Oh. Hell. No.
Tom + Lorenzo tweeted:
Sarah Jessica Parker is serving up Laura Ingalls Wilder realness in Valentino.
Hahahahaha! So true!
The clunky bracelets and three-toned hair (To think she endorses hair dye…) aren’t doing her any favors either, poor thing.
Credits: Styleite
Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations →
nymag.com
Despite all the red carpet hoopla, the Met Gala is really about celebrating the latest exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute. Set to open May 10, “Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations,” explores the aesthetic and biographical similarities between two fashion powerhouses: the late Elsa Schiaparelli and Miuccia Prada. Have a look at the slideshow to learn more.
If you ever wanted dirt on me, today is your lucky day
As you know, online personas often lack authenticity. It’s like every social media user is on a first date with the public 365 days a year.
What I mean by that is we’ve gotten very good, maybe too good, at presenting our best selves at all times on Facebook and Twitter and whatnot. Well, a slew of bloggers are sick of the charade, so they’re keepin’ it real in a series of posts titled:
I have to say, though I respected the concept, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be part of this “beautiful chorus of honesty and transparency around Blogland.” Being so open on the interwebz seemed like a SCARY proposition.
However, at the risk of sounding cheesy, I was really inspired by the bravery of several local ladies: Allie, Halle, Janine, and Jess. Their willingness to go out on a limb gave me the courage to do the same.
So without further ado…
I don’t own a single pair of designer jeans. I’m not exactly ashamed of this, but I just know several of you are shaking your heads.
I’ve never really felt like I fit in with the fashion crowd. Despite an obsession with style that began at age 2 and a minor in textiles and clothing, I usually feel out of place when socializing with industry folk− even other fashion bloggers. I think a lot of that has to do with not feeling sufficiently “girly.”
I’ve never really felt like I fit in with the journo crowd. I don’t like the proverbial race against the clock.Breaking a story doesn’t make me feel all tingly inside. I’ve never dreamed of winning a Pulitzer. I’ve realized I always wanted to be a writer, but not necessarily a journalist.
I miss my crush. We used to talk quite a bit, but we don’t anymore. I’m not sure why, but I’m guessing it’s partly because he’s just not that into me. And it feels like I lost twice because I’m down a crush and a friend.
I have bipolar disorder. Type II, to be exact. I’ve considered sharing this in the past, but I feared admitting it online would end up hurting me professionally. Which is ridiculous because mental illnesses are medical illnesses that are treatable and not the result of personal weakness. I like to think that if people like me speak up, we can start to have an honest conversation about mental illness and begin to dispel common misconceptions. Maybe that’s naive.
