J'ADORE: Black & Brown

What do you get when rich ebony blends with warm shades of honey, caramel, mocha, or chocolate? Something delicious that's for damn sure. I love a black and brown combo for fall.


Munch on these:

2 Black &Tans, please.

(dress, urbanoutfitters.com)








Break up an all-black, edgy overkill with a warm helping of milk chocolate. (photo courtesy of The Sartorialist, style.com)














Boys can do it too. In fact, this time they do it better.

(photo courtesy of The Sartorialist, style.com)

SO OVER IT: Tunics

Can a girl get a MF'ing shirt that isn't a tunic these days? Apparently not. I've been shopping all over the place and it seems every tee, tank, and blouse out there is just sooo long. I mean, I am on the taller side so when tunics first became popular I was the first one to get excited about a shirt that would cover the muffin tops/tramp stamps/plumber's cracks of the world that were creeping out all over the place, set free by the advent of extreme low rise jeans. Unless you were super petite and super tan, i.e. a sufferer of tanorexia a la' Tara Reid, those waistlines were Out-of-Control unflattering. But now that normal and high rise jeans are vogue, isn't it also time we please lose the tunics? I'm not asking for the revival of the boxy crop tops or tiny fit baby tees of the 90s. All this girl wants is for shirts to be long enough to tuck in, but not so lengthy that I've got bunching all around the anus area. Yeah I said anus- the strong language expresses my frustration.

In case you missed it, tucked in tops are my current obsession. From 70s high waists to oxford prep to vampy pencil skirts, a tucked in shirt is all the rage in my style book.

Also, these blog things really should come with a soundtrack. Today's track is "Homecoming" by The Teenagers. Listen while you enjoy my rant. Better yet, stop whatever you're doing and watch this video right now.




Told you it was good.

denim on denim hollywood style

rihanna twirks it:

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R E V E L A T I O N S

If you're like me, then you live for moments of self-realization- small glimpses of how the world sees you, how you are when you aren't having that mystical experience of first personhood. Recently I've experienced a fashion revelation: I think that I might dress like a clown. Seriously.

That's me (bottom row, first on your left) hanging with my homies at the crib about a week ago.


Ok maybe not. But case and point: I only feel truly comfortable in my skin when there are at least 2 different patterns going on in one ensemble, or I've got kitschy flower pins or scarves adorning my already wacky pieces in unusual ways. I always like to have at least one piece that throws the look a little bit off. Plus, I'm obsessed with oversized bows, ruffles, and lace. Even my myspace handle is reality doll. Am I unconsciously crazy and everybody knows it but me?!?
I feel like my fashion might be screaming that I've got one of those tiny cars chock full of looney tunes driving around in circles in my brain. Even worse, I hope I don't look like one of those artsy kids that seems to have a "good eye" but somehow never manages to pull it together right. (See HGTV's interior design guru Candice Olsen for an example. She's got some nice pieces, but when they all come together it's a not-so-hot mess. Amazing at interior design, terrible fashion sense.)

I had this realization while doing laundry at my grandparents' house. Maybe it was the piles of unwashed mismatched clothing that prompted it, but in true revelatory fashion I suddenly blurted out "I think I dress like a clown!" with the utmost earnestness (Yes, it is a word. I looked it up for you.) Miss Betty, aka mammaw, chuckled and assured me that I DO NOT dress like a clown, but that I am very clever in my choices. Yes, clever sounds much better than clown. And if grandma approves, then I must not be too crazy. Either that or we're both senile.


In a recent NYLON mag (the London Issue), they asked the up-and-coming hip Brits to describe their style in one word. One little reality doll described her style as "precise," which I've totally appropriated for myself. If all I get is one word, I don't think I want it to be"clown." Still, "precise" seems diametrically opposed to the apparent clowniness (No, that's not a word. I looked it up for you. Clownishness, however, is a word) of my wardrobe. I'm so complex that I'm irreducible to just one word, but I'll be damned if my second choice is going to be "clown."

Naturally in this time of need I turned to my fashion bible, TEEN VOGUE, for guidance. Teen Vogue never lets me down because they always know what's up. Anyway, during this particularly distressing fashion crisis/reevaluation of my self and life, I spotted a spread on A-Z fashion trends for spring. Across the page were shots from two of my favorite shows for Spring 2008, Miu Miu and Luella, as well as a pic from one of the most inspiring layouts I've seen in a while-- which can only be described as wearable whimsy, an Alice in Wonderland fantasy. Floppy flowers and oversized stuffed hearts adorned headbands and hair, while heart pins and beth fenton L O V E letter rings, bows, stripes, buttons (and more!) decorated the girls from head to toe. I'd personally call this page fashion heaven, but Teen Vogue went with "Z is for ZANY." (photo taken from teenvogue.com)


So zany it is. Maybe my closet isn't reminiscent of a clown's but it is, admittedly, a bit zany. But not just crazy-lady-down-the-street-zany (Although I predict this for my future). I'm like purposefully directed zany. Zany, but always precise. Those floral and stripe mixes are no accident. That scarf around the wrist isn't hiding a regretful "BREATHE" tattoo a la' Lindsey Lohan. And those socks and heels combos are not for my personal comfort. I'm zany on purpose. Because it's fun, people.


Thus, I give you the secret to life: Fashion is fun. Life is fun. Fashion = Life.
Don't ask me if that math checks out; I only know about the clothes.



Moral of the Story: I guess this piece is more like a page from my diary than a fashion news spread. However, if there is a message to be gathered it's to be yourself. Oh yes, you've heard it before, but honestly what does that really mean? You can arrive at the state of "being yourself" by having the courage to doubt yourself and take stock of all aspects of your life, including your wardrobe. The process is nothing short of a spiritual journey into the depths of your soul. Well maybe not that deep, but don't you feel better now?

REVO FO' SHO'

In the words of Fiona Apple, I've been a bad, bad girl. Yeah, I've totally neglected my baby blog in favor of this other thing I'm about to give birth to: my very own fashion show!
word.

well, it's not just mine -I've got the help and cooperation from a whole bunch of lovely folks. REVO, best friends, social friends, new friends, friends from the bar, these people are making it all happen.

that's right Band-aids, it's alllll happennnnnning!


it's either going to be mind-blowing or a beautiful disaster. either way you don't want to miss this hotness. I mean, have you seen our models? like WHOA is right.



special thanks to: all the designers for their fresh looks, Purple Monkey Design and REVO kids, Ashley C for keeping it sane and insane, our spicy models, ARTISTS and their works, um helloooo... Otto and TRS keeping it live, APPLE BUTTER + BLACK SOUND PARADE, chelsea's is always awesome, alli g and her mad skillz, Culture Shock doin' the hair, mike, quintin, and matt b, without whom none of this would be possible.

PLUS all proceeds benefit the Grace of God Orphanage in Malawi, Africa. Let's do what we do best -- Spread the LOVE, Spread the REVO.

SYNTHETIC

So yeah those first two blogs were nice, informative even. Maybe I’m just in a sour mood but I think it’s time to give the people what they really want and expect from a self-proclaimed fashion diva : B I T C H I N E S S. It's basically our third date anyway and you know what that means. Here goes.

Oh nice outfit #1, maybe if you are Mariah Carey circa “Butterfly.” Oh wait, not even then. Was that like 8 years ago? Actually it was probably more like 1997 because that is the year I blame for all horrendous 90s fashion. I don’t keep up with Mariah Carey because she sucks, however, her new track “Touch my Body” is so fly I'm almost willing to overlook the misery she's created with "Always be my Baby" and every outfit she's ever worn. Lyrics are out of control in the best way possible: “Let me rub my face, all around your waist, just a little taste…” Bonus: This outfit comes with its own “camera up in here” and “flick on youtube.” Just saying.

Number 2 = Sexy Stevie Nicks Halloween Costume? Um yeah… this one is… um…. soooooo bewitching!

Is this clothing? Are any of these clothing?? And I’m not referring to the skimpiness of the fabric, but the lack of fabric all together. Seriously, these synthetic atrocities are, at best, materials. Synthetic = Gross. Who wants to touch that? oh yeahhh, double entendre. Figure it out peeps.

Moral of the Story: Stay classy Baton Rouge.

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