BOHO PROWESS

I've always felt like best outfit for a California road trip is a a baggy t-shirt or sweater, ripped jeans, boots, and turquoise jewelry. Maybe it has to do with that western rock and roll vibe. I like to feel in character while I'm on my way to a new place. Something about torn-up pants and a leather vest feels true to the vagabond spirit, especially while tearing up the highway en route through the mountains. 



FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Head chain - Funny People Co.
Leopard sweater - Yes Style
"Romeo & Juliet Stitched Vest" - HEAVENLY COUTURE
Ripped jeans - Pac Sun
"Fab Boots" - PINK & PEPPER / Piperlime

About Heavenly Couture -- EVERYTHING IS $16 OR LESS. A million and one people have messaged me on Ask.fm asking for affordable online shopping options and Heavenly Couture is honestly as good as it gets. The fact that a leather vest in excellent condition and quality was priced so low is beyond me and I'm not questioning it. Just kind of quietly worshiping the lovely person that sent it to me. 

My Fab boots, which are *literally fab*, are from Pink & Pepper... and I think it's pretty obvious! My Pink & Pepper shoes all have a signature flair. Like they're related. Heh. You can find this pair on DSW, Piperlime, or Amazon!

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

BORN IN THE U.S.A.

You should think ONE thing and one thing only when you see me wearing this outfit: duh. Of course I would own American Flag print leggings. In fact, I've owned them for months and have held them hostage from blog debut. Because I'm a perfectionist, and I didn't want to feature them in a post until I felt I'd prepared the perrrrfect outfit to do them justice. Which means the pressure is REALLY on with this look. Not sure if it's perfect enough for your standards, but it meets all of mine. Flag emblazoned and walking tall in my leather boots, well-adorned with silver studded cuffs and finger armor, hair held in place by a patriotic bandana a la 99 cent store. What's up with people saying "a la" out of context? I see it all the time and look at how horribly it's rubbed off on me: a la means 'on top of,' not 'via' or 'from' or 'by way of.' Anyway. AMERICAN WOMAN, STAY AWAY FROM ME / AMERICAN WOMAN, MAMA LET ME BE / DON'T COME HANGIN ROUND MY DOOR, I DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR FACE NO MORE (too bad Lenny, you're about to see a lotta face... you know you like it!!)

FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:

Bandana - 99 Cent Store

Studded collar - Romwe

Harley Davidson tee - CHOIES

Leggings - PINGPING AND RABBIT

Studded boots - Pink & Pepper 

I've made it really obvious by now that I DESERVE a motorcycle. Just patiently waiting for Harley Davidson to send me an email saying they've finally decided to sponsor me and are having a hog delivered to my doorstep tomorrow morning, provided that I send them my mailing address and color preferences for the paint job and leather interior. AN AMERICAN GURL CAN DREAM. Or not. Reality has actually been pretty good to me lately... ever since these studded boots from Pink & Pepper entered my life. If "being bad ass" was a competitive sport, my shoes would obviously take the gold medal. Or maybe silver. To match the studs. Get yo self a pair on Bonton here!

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

SHOES WOULDN'T. SNEAKERS DEFINITELY WOULD.

Can I get a WHAAAAT WHAAAAAT for the new Converse campaign?? I'm loving how they've re-branded Converse sneakers to appeal to the party hardy generation. Sneakers no longer must be relegated to the boring and banal: exercise, errands, outdoor activity. With Converse, they've been liberated from the shackles of labels like 'practical' and 'comfy.' Sure, Converse are both of those things. But they're so much MORE, and the new campaign underscores their hip versatility with catch phrases like "shoes buy art, sneakers create it." Now that's what I'm talkin' bout! I'm no sucker for propaganda, but I can totally get behind a movement that calls for sneakers as signature foot gear for artists, innovators, and kids who let out battle cries like "YOLO" before jumping off the roof of their house and into a pool at midnight. A million thanks to Converse and Lookbook.nu for arranging this collaboration! I'm an avid fan of a classic shoe and love the ways in which Converse has chosen to represent itself this season. GET CRAZY.














FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Sunglasses - Foster Grant
Flag print top - OASAP
Light wash jacket - GUESS?
Flannel button-down - A&F
Lace-up navy shorts - SHOPPALU
HIGH TOPS THAT KICK ASS - CONVERSE 

This outfit is perfect for a pair of high-top Converse because it's consistent with the Americana aesthetic. Kicks look good on anyone with anything, but a flag print top and flannel button-down feel especially fitting. I wore this ensemble out for a long (and spontaneous) day of random shopping about town with my sis. That's what Converse are all about -- endurance and recklessness. The best decisions ever made are on whim. And what better way to wing it than with sneakers?

I got my first pair of Converse high-tops for my 16th birthday after seeing them on trendy it-girls of the era, like Cory Kennedy and Agyness Deyn. My life drastically changed soon after - maybe not as a direct result of owning the chucks I'd pined after for the months leading up to my birthday, but definitely while they were on my feet (or at least in my closet). No longer was I reserved and insecure; in the summer of 2009, I underwent my first of many adolescent metamorphoses. I was ambitious. Feeling more like the idols I admired through the lens of internet famous party photographers, I chased after my dream lifestyle. I was as silly as any 16 year old with aspirations of the "alternative" variety... I wanted a feature in Nylon magazine, a Wikipedia article, a fanbase, anything to validate my existence and affirm that my attempts to *be* as cool as I felt inside and looked outside were not in vain. I was your average teenage girl with too much curiosity and not enough reservation, humility, rationale. But maybe I didn't need it. Maybe had I fostered more mature goals for myself, I never would have become the person I am today. And it's crazy to think that a pair of shoes gave me the initial confidence boost I needed to spark the chase. Converse isn't kidding... shoes wouldn't. Sneakers definitely would. 

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

HAPPY FOURTH

I’m the farthest you can get from being a patriot without entering anarchist territory, but that hasn’t stopped me from cheekily dressing up for July 4th. I recognize most of the flaws in our nation’s framework – systematic discrimination against minorities, preservation of a class system shrouded in myths of social mobility, delusions of the American Dream in an era of a middle class that doesn’t exist and a corporate oligarchy that does. And that’s just a summation of my generation – what about the generations that preceded me? The ones that had to fight for what should be obvious rights, like integrated public facilities or suffrage for women and people of color? There’s no reason for me to feel even remotely proud of my country. And I don’t. Nationalism, ironically, is a foreign concept. But I refuse to move out of America, or to even take off my red, white, and blue duds.  Because I am a progressive, and I know that distancing myself from the problem only affords tacit permission to its perpetuation. My reappropriation of America’s own signature stripes asserts that my ideals are more representative of a “land of the free” than the corrupt aims of my government known to validate that very propaganda. No, I will not give up on the reconstruction of this nation’s values. I’ll cross my arms over the ironic flag emblazoned across my chest, put my foot (read: mary jane platform sandal) down, and demand change. America was established to preserve the freedom of choice for everyone, not certain privileged groups of people. Let’s wave our flags high and set an example for what it really means to be a revolutionary. Having the strength to stand up and point out that our nation is grossly inadequate in meeting the needs of its people? That’s independence. But refusing to question authority and believing the myth that every citizen has an equal opportunity to achieve success and stability? Not so much. Happy 4th.











FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Sunglasses - Party City
Lipstick - Retrofuturist by Lime Crime
Star print collar - ROMWE
Americana sweater - NATURAL COLOUR
Flag print shorts - ROMWE
Platform mary jane heels - Buffalo Exchange


Everything is infinite,


Bebe Zeva

AMERICANA SUMMER

Old habits die hard, which is exactly why I'm not kicking this one... you know what I'm talking about. My flag-print shorts. I want to say that this is a practical festival look, but I'm wearing long-sleeves, so unless you fancy sweat stains and heat stroke, I wouldn't recommend this exact outfit for Coachillin'! But I'm digging the general idea... American spirit and denim are two constants in a staple April fashion equation where the answer is always HELL yes. Get your devil's fingers up, guard down, tongue out, and earbuds in... crank the Areosmith, start your car, spend the next four months road trippin' across the West Coast. I know I'll be back and forth between Las Vegas and LA for a while, and that's EXACTLY how I want to spend my vacay. Cruising through tumbleweeds and into the paradise that is Los motherfreakin' Angeles. Finally it's my time again... I'll never take a California second for granted.

FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:

Wide brim hat - Zara

Circle sunnies - 80s Purple

Silver cross necklace - THIS IS TRANSITION

Black cross necklace - RINGS AND TINGS

Denim blouse - SHEINSIDE

Belt -Brighton

Shorts - ROMWE

Ankle boots - YES STYLE

Bag - THIS IS TRANSITION

I used to have an oversized Ralph Lauren denim blouse but my mom hated how big it was on me and gave it away. So cruel... she brought it into my life, and she took it out. That was one of the first articles of clothing I had that made me interested in 'alternative fashion.' Before that, I struggled to make the clothes from my tacky prepster exoskeleton look "indie" as my mother refused to replace my old wardrobe with new apparel from the likes of Urban Outfitters and "Am Appy" (as we called it in its 2009 golden age.) Over time, I started earning enough money to buy myself solid v-necks, but this particular Ralph Lauren blouse marked my segue into taking alternative dress seriously enough to open up a Lookbook account. And look at me now! Thank you, oversized Ralph Lauren blouse. Rest in peace.

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva