I hate to sound un-american, but my previous picks from NY Fashion week are looking pretty sleepy compared to London's shows. I've found myself getting adrenaline boosting bouts of inspiration with each show I've perused (regarding that behavior, do we think there might be issues here? psychologically?).
Matthew Williamson's graphic prints and bohemian flare have me drooling and I'm also having quite a moment with orange. Leave me a comment with your thoughts and favorites, I'd love to know what you're feeling at the moment.
"I must learn to love the fool in me--the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool." -- Theodore I. Rubin, MD
I've never had a mink break my heart, steal my latte or take the last discounted designer dress in my size so I'm not sure why I seem to have such an agenda to wear their fur. It's a bit morbid and wrong, I know, but I'm completely obsessed with every fur draped lady that was spotted in NY last week.
There's plenty of politically correct things to love about these images as well (hello bell bottoms; floppy hats; circle glasses; maxis) so take a peek and let me know your favorites.
Bill Cunningham said that the best runway show has always been, and will always be, on the street. I can't disagree.
Image 1 via All the Pretty Birds; Image 2 & 3 via The Sartorialist; Image 4 via Where Did You Get That; Image 6 & 7 via GQ; Image 8 via Vanessa Jackman
A lot of great, dreamy things happen in my mind: I invent a cure for hangovers; develop calorie free carbohydrates; make my hair grow at miraculous speeds; and attend New York fashion week.
Despite my fashion week attendance being limited to slumber, I have spent an unhealthy amount of time clicking my way through all the shows. Here are some of my favorite looks. Welcome to the Jessica Couture Boutique, if you will....
Glasses- H&M; Fur- Vintage (Grandma); Necklaces- Vintage; T-shirt- Calvin Klein undershirt (Dad); Sweater- Abercrombie & Fitch (High School collection); Belt- Vintage; Skirt- Consignment, from Address Boutique
If you ever happen upon a deserted lot in your suburban California neighborhood, the best thing to do is force your seventeen year old brother to snap photos of you; they love it.
Yesterday I donned this layered ensemble for an afternoon of filming a fashion segment for Patch. It had been raining on and off all day and in between menacing gray clouds there was a respite of bright sky that was Santorini ocean blue.
I picked up this hunter green maxi at Address Boutique in Santa Monica last week. As far as consignment stores go this one was a gem, with tons of top tier designer pieces. And, as a warning, it's the kind of place that assigns a "personal shopper' to you (which if you are like me, you do not necessarily like) and has no dressing room (think baring your hanky panky uncovered butt to middle aged women that think you should date their nephew...). But, if you're prepared for this, it's worth it.
Take a peek at this prairie shoot and tell me your thought on fur with t-shirts. I tend to think it works but I also wear fur when I'm in my pajamas watching Gossip Girl so my perception can be a bit off.
PS you might recognize the awesome stone necklace from my Patch story on vintage shopping locally. I shopped on the job... woops.