pew pew pew

Gareth Pugh. Forever kicking everyone's asses.








































lady-like


She's only fourteen-years-old and she dresses impeccably. Obviously not insinuating that fourteen-year-olds can't dress themselves, but in a generation where all I see everyday is tits, asses, and midriffs, Chloë Moretz is a breath of fresh air. She's been in movies like Kick Ass and (500) Days of Summer (Joseph Gordon-Levitt's adorable and hilarious younger sister!).  Favorite designers include Christopher Kane, Chanel, and Dior - much more polished than the Miley Cyrus-esque girls we see walking around today.

Summed up: She restores my faith in this generation's ability to dress themselves.

"I just wear what I like and try to stay true to myself. If you wear who you are, then you can't go wrong." - Chloë Moretz










eye candy: Swarovski x Jason Wu





photo et video de: dazed and confused / dazed digital

half breed


I've probably definitely made this clear online before (lolol hey twitter) but when I was eight I had an unnatural obsession with Cher.

Here's what had happened: right before I turned eight, I was coming up with a list of items that I wanted for my birthday (as I normally did 2x a year - Christmas, too). And because I would normally not have the slightest idea of what I wanted, I would sit with a piece of paper and a pencil  in front of the TV watching Nickelodeon for the commercials. If a commercial appealed to me, I would write it on the list of things I wanted for my birthday. It just so happens that Nickelodeon (for whatever reason) decided to play a The Very Best of Cher CD commercial with "Believe" playing in the background. If you don't know what song I'm talking about, you definitely fucking do:



Anywho, I recognized the song and decided that I wanted the album and received it for my birthday. I was absolutely ecstatic and couldn't stop listening to that one song on the entire album (a time when you had to buy and entire album just to listen to one song...).

What I find even more amusing is that her plastic surgery was completely successful in my eight-year-old eyes as I legitimately thought she was thirty five...

Come to find out she was 57 and my heart was broken. She is literally the age of my grandmother.

Then I turned nine and got over her (mainly for being teased about her in school :c. ) But she still to this day inspires me incredibly with her ability to kick ass and stay relevant after 50 years in the business. My favorite "era" of Cher was the 60's when she just came out with Sonny Bono and in the 70's when she was with Gregg Allman. The absolute mod in the 60's to the dramatic change into a bohemian goddess is everything to me.

60's:



70's:




Aaaaaaand the night I completely pissed my pants in happiness:




Also, I'm going to add that Moonstruck is probably one of the best movies ever made ever.


sweetie, darling...


Having an English father that moved to America 16 years ago has meant that throughout my life, my dad has gone out of his way to remind me that I am, in fact, half British and therefore should honor, or at the very least - be a teeny bit proud of my roots. Whether it's by the English candies he finds at Fairway, the supply of Little Britain DVDs we own, or the constant reminders that strawberry is pronounced "stroh-burry", raspberry is "rahs-burry", and aluminum is apparently "a-loo-MIN-yum", my dad has always made an effort to introduce some form of British lifestyle in our home. (I'm told that when I was two, I would pronounce battery the "right" way - "batree" as opposed to "battERy" but that moment of glory was short-lived.)

wee little me &; muh dad ~ :*


Now, before I left for Mallorca this summer, my family and I were channel surfing one night before bed. I was flipping up and passed Logo (the LGBT channel). My dad then excitedly told me to "hurry up and change it back" much to my surprise. I was expecting some show like Ru Paul's Drag Race to be on (which i would be totally down to watch whenever - it just doesn't necessarily strike me as a show that my dad would insist on watching with the fam...).  However, it was not Ru Paul's Drag Race, it was Absolutely Fabulous, and it. was. brilliant.



Connecting this to my previous mention of English culture, Absolutely Fabulous is an English sitcom that few people here know about. It was created by Jennifer Saunders and Dawn French (by the way - this show led me to find French and Saunders on YouTube - never laughed so hard in ma lyf). Jennifer Saunders (I just don't feel right properly referring to her in the rest of this post as "Saunders"... I don't know. I'd go for just "Jennifer" or "Jenny"...? too informal?) is also the writer of the show and stars as the main character Edina.

Jennifer Saunders et Dawn French as Madge Padge. 


I don't want to go into too much detail about the show because this isn't an essay about what I think is the greatest show in the entire world and I'm not even sure most of you would even read it. ANYWHO. Edina (mainly called "Eddy") is a two-time divorcée, successful PR agent with a "bitch troll from hell" daughter that is the parent figure in the show. Her bestest friend ever is Patsy (who's played by actress and former Bond girl, Joanna Lumley) - she's a magazine editor (thanks to sleeping with the publisher.....wut?) and a pill-popping drunkard who hasn't eaten since 1974 and bounces her age between 39 and 43. Basically er'thang I want to be when I'm old.

      She is everything.
                                                       
Put Eddy and Patsy togeths and you have two successful, middle-aged, stylishly challenged (welllllll, mostly Eddy..), eternally drunk and/or under the influence of some substance, fabulous and completely fucked up women.


It's absolute perfection.

The season ended a few years ago BUT they're filming three more episodes to be aired in 2012 (hallelujah!!).


euphrasie


I spotted her flipping through the pages of my Stylelikeu book and found her to be so naturally stunning. Did some research and learned that Euphrasie Villalard (kick ass name, right?) is actually a model. The 21-year-old French belle was initially signed with Premier in London two weeks before her first show with Ashish in 2009 which she found to be more exciting than nerve-racking. She moved onto New York Models Management and is now signed with Swedish agency Visage.

I haven't seen as much of her around as I would like to, but I find her incredibly endearing. During her interview with Stylelikeu the dark blonde, green-eyed beauty revealed that she has a collection of empty Ben & Jerrys cartons that she's eaten in the past. She also plans on starting a handbag line made of old jeans.

Side note: she shops at Monk in Brooklyn. (I adore her style so I thought it was only fitting to include that nugget of info...)








Gorgeous video by Anna Wolf for Untitled Magazine. Enjoy!


photos: thefashionspot.com forums, stylelikeu.com

ugh

It was two days ago and I was probably too upset and too busy trying to thoroughly clean my room as a means to make me feel better than blog about it at that time.

OKAY. SO. The day before two days ago, so, three days ago, it was an extremely rare occasion that my dad actually agreed to let my sister and I get a few clothes before school started. So I get super excited and we head out to a mall 40 minutes away from us for the American Apparel and Anthropologie stores pour moi and the Delia's for my little sister, Nina.

The minute we get there Nina starts going into random stores and picking out things left, right and center which will obviously look great on her because she's skinny as fuck so there's no need to try them on. Then my mom and her go into the Nike Running store to look at sneakers, and I, like the fatty I am, told them that I would meet them in American Apparel instead of perusing the types of running sneakers and cleats.

Much to my surprise and dismay, the American Apparel store in this mall had completely changed the layout in the shop which immediately confused me. The women working that day were too consumed in themselves to be helping me or other customers and were playing some godawful Trina album that made me want to leave the store ASAP.

A lot of the time, I find that when you don't go clothes shopping and happen to be in a clothing store, that's when they have all of the best items that appeal to you - when you can't buy them. But when you have the objective of buying clothes is when all of the crap items in your favorite stores come out. I left American Apparel with a unisex circle scarf.

this, but grey. God forbid I stand out in a crowd...


We then head into Anthropologie and I immediately remember why I so rarely shop there; the prices. Granted, the clothes aren't that expensive, but there's a snowball's chance in hell that my parents would spend $160+ on an average everyday school dress for me.

The day was a failure and the school clothes that I got was a scarf. yey....

However my mom told me that we can try Urban Outfitters and LF the next day.

So now we're back at two days ago and we start and Urban. I find a ton of stuff to try on, try it all on, take it all off, put it all back. Everything looks awful. I'm discouraged but keep looking and find myself being much more picky about what I should get, looking at everything I see and finding an excuse as to why it wouldn't look good on me. I leave the store with items that end up covering my body instead of flattering it; a black cardigan and a black blazer.

                                        

It was the only sale of the season at LF and it was also a failure. I got a pair of earrings that would've been $20 for maybe $12.

I guess I was visibly upset because my mom kept encouraging me to go into other stores just to see that they had. We went into Madewell, my mom made me try on a dress and a sweater that I felt I looked terrible in. I nearly had a breakdown in that dressing room. We left with nothing.

All I wanted to do was go home, but my mom pushed me to go into Lucky Brand Jeans. We met this incredibly friendly gay guy that was more than helpful in starting a dressing room and helping pick out shirts and jeans. I must've tried on 8+ shirts on and they all managed to make me look frumpy, so I left with a pair of jeans...

And that was my day.... I came home so upset that I cleaned my room.