Beer-induced fashion hunt.

In addition to being a pursuer of fashion, I am also a pursuer of beer. Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned from the 11th Annual Legendary Booneville Beerfest. I bring glad tidings of fashion joy. I found the hippest beer-onistas in Booneville. And when I get a couple beers in me, boy do I get camera happy. I burned through a pair of Duracells in 2 hours. Here is the best of Boonville. The most daring individuals of the bunch. I apologize if the photos are blurry…I don’t know what got into me (oh wait, yes I do!).

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I didn’t even touch the surface of beer-fashion-oisseurs at this party. Towards the end, I sat there enebriated and helpless (with a dead camera) as ladies danced drunkenly around an impromptu blue grass set up in fedoras, sundresses, lovely sandals, pleats and hems perfectly placed and unapologetic, with lagers, ales, pilsners, hefeweizens, and stouts in hand.

Heaven.

Jazz feet!

Speaking of fashion revolution, I was carousing some street style posts and discovered a new look from Germany:

GOLDEN JAZZ SHOES!!!

It seems as though golden dance wear is definitely the new style on the street as Diana so aptly shows us.

Also you must check out this video from an Oslovian street style site (that’s probably not the right term, but I love that spell check wanted to change it to “Pavlovian” so I’m keeping it) with lovely Rosanna describing her outfit and her effortless style (note: the literal translation of “funny” means “lots of fun”, our German exchange students in high school used it that way all the time).

I love a pair of shoes that feel like a pair of socks. My beloved Le Coqs fit the bill perfectly, but it’s time for a replacement (Oh Le Coqs, you can never really be replaced in my heart, I will never forget the hours I spent staring at you during cognitive psych….).

I remember when I was a kid I wanted to wear my jazz shoes around the house but my mom wouldn’t let me as they were the most expensive pair of shoes I owned until I splurged on a pair of real Chuck Taylors with my $100 of wardrobe allowance in 8th grade.

Of course you can only get something this hip in Europe (if you live in a big city they may have them at the nearest Capezio, but somehow I doubt they would be regulation footwear at the local dance studio), so after shipping and currency conversion (Blame Bush), the total is:

45.3945 USD

Amber may have better luck with her loonies now-a-days.

But what is $45 when you can feel like these guys?

Here they are in silver:

However, I don’t recommend “completing the look” . Or quitting your day job.

I want them.

hip-hunting for street style: vancouver edition

it’s truly exhausting how many beautiful, stylish people are running around my city. so eve and i decided to creepily stalk some of them this weekend, just for you…

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look at this lovely, glowing lass we sneaked up on in Stanley Park! fearless! i LOVE the combination of stripes and low-slung patchwork with that teal corduroy jacket! and those SNEAKS? Uma might kick your cute little bum to get at those. sorry we forgot to ask your name, but keep taking those risks. and shopping those thrift stores. you can’t help it, you’re hip.

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juli did some very successful thrift store shopping this weekend. she looks like a million bucks but only spent about $18 on the ENTIRE outfit, including the shoes and bag! look at that jacket and skinny corduroy pants! seriously? she couldn’t be any more adorable if she’d dropped 3 grand at Prada.

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parmida ALWAYS looks divine. she rocks short shorts like farrah fawcett on drums. but on saturday, in a classic stretch wool shiftdress and tailored peacoat (both bought in a clearance sale at a local designer boutique), she busted it out in oiseaux-print mukluk-style boots which were also on sale for only $120 canadian! GAH! painful! she really should’ve just punched me in the throat, i wanted those so bad.