1. Evelyn "Champagne" King.
2. Aerin Lauder Zinterhofer.
3. Sally Jessy Raphael.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Three's Company
Thrice-named ladies in my head right now:
1. Evelyn "Champagne" King.
2. Aerin Lauder Zinterhofer.
3. Sally Jessy Raphael.
1. Evelyn "Champagne" King.
2. Aerin Lauder Zinterhofer.
3. Sally Jessy Raphael.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Back to School
It's me again, Margaret. Hi!! How was everyone's summer? Mine was ... well, uh, I don't want to use the word "bummer" because there were major bright spots, but it kinda started late and ended early? Seriously felt like November outside today. Anyhoodies, I'm trying to conjure some major Back 2 School spirit even though seeing NYU freshies on the sidewalk makes me feel absolutely ANCIENT (okay, and a little tingly too). I need motivation. And I miss back to school shopping SO MUCH. I used to plan my First Day Look with the fervor and discipline of Karl Lagerfeld. Fitting into Big Gap sizes circa 5th grade changed my life ... there was a denim-on-denim moment, a suspender situation ... fast forward to 2009 and I'm Blasé Barbie.
Until last weekend when, while selling half of my closet at Beacon's, I bought two new pairs of shoes: cinnamon suede bucks (possibly to be re-soled) and tan suede and nylon worker boots, sort of like generic Timberlands but in narrow width. Why doesn't anyone make narrow footwear these days? On semi-midgets like moi 9.5D's look like snow shoes. So I've decided my B2S look will be anti-fashion black-on-black with some non-sequiturs thrown in. Start with a 19-dollar faded black Uniqlo sweatshirt:
Paired with fresh black Levis 511's (it's all about tonal fading), scrunched up above said narrow suede construction worker boots. What a revolutionary concept! And when I'm feeling sportif:
these Adidas Country II running shoes. DYING for the hunter green-on-white-on-cream combo. So what if it has a thicker sole? Grandpa's fallen arches need support.
Don't I wish I could take road trips every weekend to see the changing leaves, browse flea markets, and sing along to wisftul tunes on my car radio? Of course! But I'm stuck here, sans wheels, listening to the crackhead outside my window scream "I NEVER HAD A FATHER FIGURE!!" at 4am (true story). Maybe I'll buy this 300TD and get the heck out of dodge:
Right. Instead I'll probably just head over to the impossibly stylish National Restaurant, where they always seem to be closed for a movie/teevee shoot (Gossip Girl?!?). Its interior and sign font have a Caribbean feel, pointing the inspiration compass towards My Jamaican Gal, Grace Jones:
As if that cover isn't awesome enough, the woman dated Dolph Lundgren:
Take note, today's "celebrity" pose-robots: this is how it's done. And speaking of inhuman strength, my back-to-school reading begins with C. Wright Mills' The Power Elite:
Now I'm about as political as a bag of Fritos but I love the title and that cover rocks my world.
Oh and I'm gonna decorate some too! Currently obsessed with any of Kazumi's prints for Clarence House in the 80's/early 90's:
I like the idea of mixing quirky African pastiche with the real deal:
This is the best image of an African birthing chair I could find, but how cool would it look next to a modern armchair or little French slipper thingie upholstered in the leopard above, beside a low, slouchy, solid satin sofa? The answer is VERY. Trust me, I graduated Summa Cum Cool from the School of Hypothetical Interior Design.
Until last weekend when, while selling half of my closet at Beacon's, I bought two new pairs of shoes: cinnamon suede bucks (possibly to be re-soled) and tan suede and nylon worker boots, sort of like generic Timberlands but in narrow width. Why doesn't anyone make narrow footwear these days? On semi-midgets like moi 9.5D's look like snow shoes. So I've decided my B2S look will be anti-fashion black-on-black with some non-sequiturs thrown in. Start with a 19-dollar faded black Uniqlo sweatshirt:
Paired with fresh black Levis 511's (it's all about tonal fading), scrunched up above said narrow suede construction worker boots. What a revolutionary concept! And when I'm feeling sportif:
these Adidas Country II running shoes. DYING for the hunter green-on-white-on-cream combo. So what if it has a thicker sole? Grandpa's fallen arches need support.
Don't I wish I could take road trips every weekend to see the changing leaves, browse flea markets, and sing along to wisftul tunes on my car radio? Of course! But I'm stuck here, sans wheels, listening to the crackhead outside my window scream "I NEVER HAD A FATHER FIGURE!!" at 4am (true story). Maybe I'll buy this 300TD and get the heck out of dodge:
Right. Instead I'll probably just head over to the impossibly stylish National Restaurant, where they always seem to be closed for a movie/teevee shoot (Gossip Girl?!?). Its interior and sign font have a Caribbean feel, pointing the inspiration compass towards My Jamaican Gal, Grace Jones:
As if that cover isn't awesome enough, the woman dated Dolph Lundgren:
Take note, today's "celebrity" pose-robots: this is how it's done. And speaking of inhuman strength, my back-to-school reading begins with C. Wright Mills' The Power Elite:
Now I'm about as political as a bag of Fritos but I love the title and that cover rocks my world.
Oh and I'm gonna decorate some too! Currently obsessed with any of Kazumi's prints for Clarence House in the 80's/early 90's:
I like the idea of mixing quirky African pastiche with the real deal:
This is the best image of an African birthing chair I could find, but how cool would it look next to a modern armchair or little French slipper thingie upholstered in the leopard above, beside a low, slouchy, solid satin sofa? The answer is VERY. Trust me, I graduated Summa Cum Cool from the School of Hypothetical Interior Design.
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