Speaking of Missoni, Angela totally killed it for Fall '09 RTW. The theme? Wrap yourself in incredibly snuggly knits from head to floor.

I especially love the leggings and the little banded ankle pants that come in the iconic zigzag knit. Oh, and the luxe color palette: blushy peach, light blue, taupe, nude, gray.

I have an unnatural aversion to blue because I think it's boring, but the pops of sky and cerulean sprinkled throughout the collection are anything but predictable.

A ready-to-wear collection that is actually ready to wear? I imagine Missoni will do quite well this year, despite the oh noes! worldwide economic apocalypse.

photos from style



I'm obsessed with the new Missoni campaign shot by Steven Miesel. Please excuse the poor image quality for these things were hard to come by! I also couldn't find the particular one I was looking for (which includes some amazing Marilyn style bathing beauty swimsuits) but these are pretty much awesomeness as well.

I would ask when Missoni became so gorgeous, but since they've been making state of the art knitwear since the beginning of time, I kind of have to assume it's me who has changed.
Get with the times girlfrandddd.



My girl Ana B. over at Seeing Pink Elephants (a fiesty little popculture, fashion, celebrity, entertainment, and all things cool blog) posted a piece on muppet icon Janice, lead guitarist of Electric Mayhem, who does indeed bear a striking resemblance to the uber tan fashion goddess Donatella Versace. It made me want to share my muppet face with you:

What's even better is that I used to do a richbitch Donatella impression. (Btw, richbitch is a real word according to blogger). I'm totally going as Donatella for Halloween this year -Add a superorange mystic tan, ridiculous blonde wig, and a sexy *little* dress with a neckline down to my bellybutton/hemline up to there and things will be so legit. It'll be a nice contrast to my Daria costume from this past year. Yeah, THAT Daria. La la laa la laaaaaa.



I do hope you all had a lovely Valentines, perhaps due to the efforts of a lovely valentine of your own!

I pretty much missed the whole day working on a top-secret photo shoot. Did I ever mention that I landed a totally killer position at a brand new mag? Well I did, and I'm super excited about working on our first issue which drops in April. Details on that later.

The photo shoot was completely e x h a u s t i n g, but I managed to pull myself together enough to head out to the Spanish Moon for the Heartthrob launch party. From what I could gather, Heartthrob involves dudes with skateboards. Note that if I'm drinking Red Bull + anything, it means I've had the looooooonngest day and that I'm 1 second away from getting crunk, 2 seconds away from going beddy-bye.

I was all valentine-less, but no worries. My superawesome grandparents had me covered. On Sunday they totally surprised me with a divine box of chocolates.

This is no ordinary box of chocolates, for I am no ordinary girl. It's the Soho artist series from Whitman's. My grandmother said she knew she had to get it when she saw the painterly designs of each piece.

Awwww. I love it when people just get it.



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tell me that you love me more
sleepless long nights
that was what my youth was for

American Eagle v-neck LOVE tee, Urban Outfitters linen skirt, DV by Dolce Vita flats, Ann Taylor Loft gray cardi, Plaid fringe scarf, Chanel bag



Woop Woop move over these shoes too phat.

I finally settled into a pair of triple buckle maryjanes. Thank god because now I am going to wear them everyday as I had intended. Possible contenders: 5.7.9 (low end version), Steve Madden (midgrade), Miu Miu (better, on ebay), Chloe (wayyy out of my league). The winner: Dolce Vita, a nice little midgrade.

Basically, the 5.7.9 versions fit well and came in fun colors like yellow and teal but are made out of PU, which is, um, pee yew for the feetsies. I stalked the Steve Madden version for a while until I found out they weren't available in-store (at least here), and online they were on sale like $10 off so they could not be returned or even exchanged for a different size. Um, who is Steve kidding? Times are rough and no one is going to be happy with a company that doesn't offer an exchange! On shoes no less! The Miu Miu's came in cognac AND my size, which made me love them even harder, but even on ebay they were a little more than I wanted to spend. And the Chloe's are just so desirable that they are impossible to find.
You're impossible to find.

So I found this pair of Dolce Vita, which is now being sold at Dillards. Woop woop. The deal is even sweeter for me because my seester gets that discount. Woop woop.

At first I wasn't totally satisfied with the DV's. My first pair turned out to be too big because I have telepathically shrunk (shrinked?) my feet. The second pair I thought were going to be too small, but I think they will be perfect once I break them in. They are also sort of stiff, but LIKE I SAID, I'm breaking them in by wearing them everyday and also to bed.

First go round was at Mod Night on Saturday. Mod Night happens every week (?) at the Saturn bar in New Orleans, and once a month or so at the little Red Star in Baton Rouge. It's definitely one of the most funnest things in BR, and it's even more funner at the Saturn bar in New Orleans because there is this wooden "balcony" encircling the dance floor (slab, rather) that is totally not up to code. It's pretty much a shack. Don't be fooled out-of-towners, it has zero to do with it being post-Katrina. That's just how they roll.

Mark Hunter, where were you on this one? This face has got the cobrasnake written all over it.

I forgot you live somewhere cool. Also, I just found out that you are younger than me and that you have your own Wiki entry and these things kind of hurt my feelings.

Somebody get this girl a haircut and a milkshake.



Last week I'm minding my own business walking to the bookstore coffee shop where I get a discount on my decaf apricot tea and which I prefer to CC's anyday when.... waaaaaaahhhhhhhh.... I was touched by a style angel. I had class late that day so I figured I would don a cute little skirt and tights ensemble. Instead, I was lazy and wore a printed tee, destroyed boyfriend jeans and nonchalantly threw on a scarf --a decision I immediately regretted upon seeing such a fashionable being headed my direction.

Here's how it went: I see this guy looking straight out of New York, wearing a v-neck cardi over a button down and tie with cropped trousers and the most amazing steampunkish boots I've ever seen irl. Think Ann Demeulemeester for dudes. Two things run through my head- ok maybe three. The first one is where the hell is my camera in moments like these? The second is wow I am so retarded for wearing this lazy American jeans and tee combo before His Highness. And thirdly, I've got to see these boots in greater detail. There was nothing I could do about the first two dilemmas, but I was determined to walk with my head down like a sad weirdo in order to check out this sartorialist's amazing boots on the sneak.

All should have gone as planned, except as the boots were coming closer I felt a hand upon my shoulder. Mr. Fashion touches my scarf and very calmly, coolly says "This is good" as we both walked on by.

I couldn't help but smile. And then I died.
Please forgive my poor photo. I was le tired.

So Mr. Way Too Fashionable For LSU/Baton Rouge/Louisiana/The South if you ever should happen upon this blog, please do let me know who makes your boots. They are good.

thrifted plaid fringe scarf, Urban Outfitters tee



I'm sick so posts will be few and far between for the next week or so. I got the fever and it's terribly miserable. My bum hurts from laying around in bed allllllll dayyyyy. I'm usually go go go all the time, so lying in my germy prison is 1984 rat box style torture. Enter at your own risk.

Doesn't my sister look like Ashley Olsen? She's the one in the center looking like Ashley Olsen.

I wish I had a scan of Rachel's eighth grade school photo. She looks pretty much identical to Ashley here. Dark eyebrows, green eyes, blonde hair, great brow bone, skinny "joker" mouth that she despises. Which makes me wonder why didn't I come out looking like Mary-Kate? I curse genetics.

I may not look like Mary Kate but there is something similar about our "photo" faces. What's going on behind her piercing, judging eyes and pursed lips??

Mary Kate photos courtesy of Olsens Anonymous