BLACK LEOPARD

While putting together this look, I felt completely out of character. Belted blazers and plain pumps seem like a BBZV signature to you guys, but to me they actually feel kinda foreign. I'm most 'myself' in a sweeping robe and wide-brimmed hat, which I somehow don't blog about as much as I'd like to. Maybe it's because I think my readers would get bored with the same Halloween-derivative ensemble. Generally when I dress this swanky, it's to appease my mom, who wants me to perpetually look like I'm ready to step out onto Rodeo Drive. Which might also be why she wakes me up sometimes after I've already gone to sleep and forces me to curl my hair so I look presentable by the time it's morning. Sounds inconsiderate, but deep down I really appreciate her efforts to keep me well-coiffed. All that said, I do feel fondly about this look, because it's country club attire without compromising my streak of rock n' roll (as evidenced by my bold 80s wayfarers and leather pants.) There are ways to do conservative without surrendering to khaki slacks.

FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:

Veiled hat - Frank Olive, Neiman Marcus

Wayfarers - 80s Purple, www.80spurple.com

Scarf - Native Heart, www.nativeheart.bigcartel.com

Blazer - Armani

Wrist cuff - Tribe Nouveau, http://www.etsy.com/shop/tribenouveau

Pants - True Religion

Pumps - Vera Wang

Bag - Celine

I see you there, sitting at your computer desk, drooling all over your laptop. Grab a napkin and instead of shaking with (understandable) jealousy, buy the inverted cross wrist cuff you spy on my arm and obviously want so badly. It's from an Etsy shop called "Tribe Nouveau," which specializes in all that trendy, Earthy good stuff, like quartz and mineral jewelry, triangle charms, and dreamcatcher necklaces. The price point is between $18 and $60, which for great quality handmade jewelry is a steal. My brass and leather cuff is obviously the best, and you know you think so too. Don't you wanna be all matchy-matchy with me?? We can be, like, internet twinsies.

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva