Hello! Back after a weekend so relaxing it actually got kind of boring. There's only so many naps you can take with the balcony door open, so many minutes you can spend in the steam room before dying of heat stroke, so many facials you can give yourself before exfoliating your skin into a raw oblivion... luxury problems. Anyway, today is the first day of Passover, so Chag Sameach to all of my Jewish readers who are celebrating! I'll be at a seder this evening hoping a slightly more conservative version of this leather-on-leather look is appropriate. Wish me luck. Heh.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Sunglasses - RETRO CITY
Jacket - Member's Only
"Faux Leather Crop Top" - DAILY LOOK
Scarf - Armani
Skirt - Sachin & Babi
Heels - ROMWE
Clutch - Doctor Couture
I've gotten really, really, dangerously lax about accessorizing lately. Last year this time, I wore pounds of bracelets, chains, and chokers to bulk up my look. In fact, dripping necklaces and chunky rings became my look. Nowadays I compensate for a minimalist ensemble in other ways - like oversize sunglasses or a statement scarf. Big is better and less is more: learning the difference between size and quantity is one of my favorite fashion discoveries this year.
Everything is infinite,
Bebe Zeva
It's kind of gross how unapologetically "diva" this outfit is. The Carrie Bradshaw curls and beret, oversized sunglasses, and baroque satin, leopard print, and fuchsia suede triple threat are almost too much. No, actually, this print crazy hodgepodge is genuinely "too much". Fortunately we here at FTBH Corp. don't respect socially constructed fashion boundaries and take much pleasure out of crossing lines conventional style referees label off limits. And we do it in literal stride - one platform pump in front of the other. "We" being me, myself, and I, of course. Even fiercely independent girls need a posse!
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Cap - An old standby
Oversize cat-eye sunglasses - RETRO CITY
Vintage satin jacket - TUNNEL VISION
"Leopard leisure suit" - NATURAL COLOUR
Fuchsia pumps - Pink & Pepper
Bag - Rebecca Minkoff
Only four people deserve my love today. Brit and Madeline, the rock n' roll amazons behind Tunnel Vision, and "Pink" and "Pepper", the BFF cartoon chicks who represent the shoe company they're named after. Even though they're only illustrations (don't discriminate - even drawings can dress top-notch) they're somehow WAY more stylish than me in all their two-dimensional glory. I'm thanking the boos behind these brands (or 'vintage stockists' in the case of Tunnel Vision) because not only did they hook me up with some sweet Spring goodies, they pretty much do the entire world a service by offering such rad merch.
Everything is infinite,
Bebe Zeva
If someone who didn't know anything about me were to observe my life from the outside for one week, they'd assume that I'm an introvert. I don't socialize very often and spend most of my time in one room, doing anything that doesn't involve the interaction or attention with/of another person. Reading, writing, listening to music -- solo tasks, personalized thrills. But, strangely, my lifestyle isn't a reflection of my preferences. It's a reflection of my circumstances. I can't find any reason not to keep to myself, even though I would so so so much rather be out and about. What conversations are even worth having? What event is even worth the time and effort of leaving the house to attend? And what party is - well, actually, there are no parties. Maybe these are just the pitfalls of living in a city built for indulgent tourists, not artists or academics or real human beings in general. People who aren't here to shove money down the throat of a machine and sleep in a hotel. The Myers-Briggs test renders inaccurate results every time I take it to figure out my personality type, probably because it asks questions about what I'm *actually* doing instead of what I WANT to be doing. Just because I'm 'most likely' to be home alone on a Friday night doesn't mean that's my preference... it just means I wasn't invited anywhere. Whichever personality type is the one that whines the most is definitely mine. I'm neither introverted nor extroverted, I'm just "brat"!!!!!! ;~)
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Fur cap - My Belle Fare
Batwing top - Zara
"Daria hi-low skirt" - GYPSY WARRIOR
Bag - CHICWISH
Boots - YES STYLE
Took these photos in my bedroom while the afternoon light streamed through a window. Looks very peaceful and warm here. I'm wearing another piece from Gypsy Warrior - this time it's a hi-low leopard skirt. When I first saw it, I was intimidated by how trendy it looked. It's cut in that asymmetrical shape I've seen on so many maxis these past two years. And it's printed! But it turned out to be an insanely practical piece. I pair it with all black and it becomes my statement. Tights or leggings underneath give it a more calculated, layered, almost 'brooding' vibe. It's perfect. A good look for actually leaving the house... or just lounging. All day.
Everything is infinite,
Bebe Zeva
For nearly three months, black and gray menswear (and by that I mean sweatshirts, snapbacks, and sneakers) monopolized the section of my wardrobe that I was actually willing to wear out in public. I felt like bright prints, form-fitting dresses, and skirts were too happy, too revealing, and subsequently too dishonest to sport in front of people who knew that the garments I chose to wear were reflections of I how I felt. So I wore dark clothes, a nod to my brooding. Studs and spikes, a nod to my hard edge and aggression. Sneakers, a nod to my sudden interest in function over fashion (though function technically is fashion, but that's a discussion for another time). The whole look was ominous, angry, tense. And that's what I was for a while. Some say my style evolved into something insincere because they couldn't recognize where I was coming from in my desires to don colorless sports apparel. I agreed for a while, that I changed myself, and that my three-month menswear look was contrived. But in retrospect... I was doing what I had to do to feel like I was still capable of self-expression. And there's nothing wrong with that.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Spiked cap - ROMWE
Sunglasses - Daisy Potion
Leather sweatshirt - ROMWE
Leather panel pants - YES STYLE
Vinyl sneakers - YES STYLE
S/o to all the near-death experiences these pants have seen me in and out of. What does not kill me makes me stronger.
Everything is infinite,
Bebe Zeva
