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(by diana deaver)
amber and i don’t really have a whole lot to do other than put on pretty things and lounge around in awkward places.
that’s a total lie.
i actually have a whole “to do” list – ahem, notebook – waiting for some attention, but seriously, if you were being propositioned by both a Mead five-star and this handsome fellow (the DRESS. the person in it isn’t a “fellow.”) who would you choose?
 for the record, i used to entertain the idea that i would feel pretty in this dress.
that was until amber borrowed it and i realized it had been hand-sewn by a million tiny angels,
each singing her name in perfect harmony.
oh gag me. and stop being so freakin’ perfect in all MY clothes, amber!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!
i can deal though. i’m cool like that. a lot of the “cool like that” being hinged on the fact that i also own this dress, so i didn’t have to stay at home, alone and poorly clothed:
an interesting fact about this dress:
one of the sweetest girls i’ve ever met, named sarah, who lives in close proximity to the city of fresno, gave me this dress a few months ago – after offering up her very comfortable home as a place for me to stay on my way through her town. she had never met me prior to this. i could have been a complete lunatic.
i’m still not making any promises that i’m not. (a complete lunatic.) but this dress might complete me…
close-up time!!
yep… still kinda hate her for rockin this dress so hard.
of course!!
thank you again/for the billionth time/etc., to one of our most favorite men in the world, mr. ryan mihalyi, for his photographic genius, (it goes without saying, but the good ones are his handiwork. the not-so-good ones? we had a homeless man take those…)
also? we love you guys!!! have a fan-freakin-tastic friday!
immediately after amber announced our road-trip plans for the summer, (i’ve been alternating between squealing and practice-packing for the past 2 weeks…) we both decided we needed to take mini-vacations.
i think it’s worth mentioning that we did not consult each other when making these weekend-getaway plans, and this is not the first time we’ve both had the same thought pattern at the same time, an entire state away from each other and considered ourselves original. (case number one: earlier in the week we discovered we will both be in brooklyn for the same week next month. yep, us west-coast gals will be meeting for the entirely un-planned first time, about 3 million miles from our homes.)
you could say that amber and i are kind of like the same person. (PLEASE let that start some internet-drama where someone accuses us of actually being the same person. please? please?!)
anyway, we’re not the same person. amber’s holed up in a sweet beach-house in sunny california this weekend, and i’m forcing a boy i like very much to participate in some romantic-getaway thrifting in northern az. and you know what else? i can pretty much guarantee that between amber and i, i’m the only one who remembered to pack my favorite wooden road-trip outfit:
Oh happy day, Eve just found out seconds ago that the lil’ tinykins currently inhabiting her womb is a BOY! Soon to be named Ennio. Yesterday we were agreeing about how it seems that no amount of frills and lace can make a baby girl any cuter, but the absolute cutest way to dress a boy is to dress him like an old man.
In celebration of today, I just HAD to post these photos from GQ of Arlo Weiner (son of the creator of HBO’s Mad Men), currently being touted as America’s Most Stylish 8 year old. Needless to say? I believe.
“This is my Valentine’s Day outfit. The jacket and the pants are velvet. I love the tie because it’s really two ties stacked on top of each other. (My dad had to tie it for me.) The pink tie matched the pink shirt. I wore brown-and-white argyle socks for a random pattern.”
“My mom got the jacket for me—I love it because I love Frank Sinatra and this is like something he would wear. I wore the jacket with the pants because I like the different plaids together. I thought the blue in the necklace brought out the blue in the pants. It’s a blue orb with fire around it.”
“I have a lot of black outfits these days, so I needed the red ascot to add some color. I love red and black together—they each make the other stand out. I’ve worn this to school about 12 times.”
“The hat is like a Frank Sinatra hat. I wore the jacket with the tie because green and gray are my favorite blend. I’m holding my dad’s bag in the picture, but at school I use my dad’s old brown leather satchel.”
“This is my favorite outfit. The tie is a regular tie, but I tied it like that because I’ve seen it done that way in old English movies. Even though the tie and the jacket are different colors, they’re both striped, so I thought they looked right together. And I wore the vest and pants together because they’re both shades of red.”
It’s really funny too that Diana posted about stylish young’uns yesterday. We’re just on the same mission to elevate “cute” into the art-form it is.
Check out more of the adorable Arlo Weiner here: Continue reading Mad Boy: America’s Most Stylish 8 year old
My friend Pat got us guest-listed to Girl Talk on Saturday night, so I was able to get up enough liquid courage (comprised of free Stella Artois) to snap the hippest kids I could find in the VIP box, Morgan and J.R…
Oh glorious accessories.
Of course the view was equally as opulent when we turned around:
(this photo taken by Pat, the rest by me)
Seldom do I come across a blog which I am convinced is fated to be The Next Big Thing. Enter The Glamourai, a painfully talented stylist and jewelry designer who has been touted as The Sartorialist’s Muse, no less!
   
Perpetually waist-deep in inspiration from fashion shows, streetstyle blogs and fashionable friends, I sometimes find it harrowing to attempt true originality whilst getting dressed. That’s why this week’s choice is SERIOUSLY KICKING MY ASS. How can a girl in the core of The Big Apple, backstage at Galliano, traipsing around the Hamptons and Paris, runway show to photoshoot, rubbing elbows with Karl, basically DROWNING in inspiration, still manage to appear thoroughly inventive, yet simultaneously classic??
   
Perhaps it’s because of her proclivity toward mixing genres in her outfits (or “costumes,” as both she and Edie Beale would put it) – vintage with modern, designer with high street, sequins with cableknit, handmade jewelry with tailor-chopped yard sale finds, fur with flannel, the avant-garde with the elegant… It is truly dizzying. She is ballsy at “excessorizing,” feathered hats, oversized baubles, tangled chains, but rarely letting the shoes be the be all, end all crown jewel of the outfit, an often easy “out” for the more peripherally clad.
To boot, she is a prolific blogger with a charming (read: unpretentious) voice, an amazing DIYer, boasts gams to die for, the face of a model and a Kate Lanphearean haircut we all wish we could pull off.
To quote the incorrigible Rachel Zoe:
I die.
For all these reasons and more, I humbly award The Glamourai top honors in the form of a badge featuring the peerless Isabella Blow. No less! Because like Izzy, The Glamourai believes that life was meant to be “extravagantly embellished” and that everyday is an “occasion for serious dress-up” to persistently give voice to one’s flair for the extraordinary.
I couldn’t agree more.
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for the record, i used to entertain the idea that i would feel pretty in this dress.
