I found this incredible "digi floral print" jacket on Romwe last year and it has not lost its novelty on me yet. I'm especially into the way the turquoise roses complement the glittering sequin perwinkle on my Vesst onesie. It helps that the mod stripes downplay the outdated blue-green "Atlantis vibe" because, as I say literally every single day of my life like a broken record, it is not 2012 anymore. Sometimes I even find this cold hard truth impossible to accept.
Though it might officially be too cold to wear pleather shorts, the collared blouse and hoodie combo should offer enough insulation to survive this winter. And no my sweater is not some sarcastic post-Halloween joke... I'm genuinely feeling the skeleton print in an "it's ironic for me to reference Donnie Darko" kinda way. Is that still sarcastic? Whatever. Pay attention to the fact that I used the same gradient layer on every photograph instead.
What a perfect little number this Daily Look pink and leopard dress is. It's definitely cute enough to wear solo with no accessories cramping its glamour, but... you know me. Had to indulge in the faux fur. As for the cap -- I must wear a hat these days to hide my dark roots! They are out of control and I have NO idea how to stop them because I've never dyed my hair myself. Bleaching only one patch of hair seems extremely complicated and also HIGH PRESSURE because - hello - it's bleach, and that shit fries ya follicles. But I'm really not in the mood (or financial position) to drop another $200 on a professional appointment. So. Until I make up my mind about how to tame these brunette beasts, I'll be wearing caps like my life depends on it. Because my social reputation does, and that's about the same thing.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM: Cap - Vintage Cuff necklace - OASAP "Chain and Leopard Shift Dress" - Daily Look Faux fur vest - Boohoo Patent heels - Daily Look It's also come to my attention that I wear this silver cuff necklace WAY TOO FREAKIN' OFTEN and I'm worried that you guys are starting to get peeved with my lack of accessory originality. I can hear the haters now... "new outfit post from Bebe? Oh great, I can't wait to see what outfit she paired with that stupid silver necklace THIS week." I'm sorry to have failed you... it's just... a really cute necklace. :( WILL TRY HARDER. Everything is infinite, Bebe Zeva
All I need in this world is a snapback and free wi-fi. Been spending most of my days at home but every once in a while there's opportunity for adventure... that's when I break out the camo crop top and fill my backpack with cameras and a phone charger. I live in such an insane city. Would be a waste to keep to myself instead of marinating in the estranged neon aura, melodic casino rhythm and almost supernatural fluorescence... FROM TOP TO BOTTOM: Studded cap - ROMWE Studded jacket - BOOHOO Camo crop top - O-Mighty Leopard shorts - Choies UNIF Hellbounds - Solestruck Backpack - Yes Style Light clothes, big shoes. That's my summer game. The badass top and equally badass happy face pin are from O-Mighty, vintage and wholesale fashion extraordinaires. You need to check out their site if you like rad shit, which invariably ALL of you do, otherwise why are you even here on this blogspot where all I talk and care about is rad shit?? Yeah. And follow them on Instagram: omweekend ^-^ My leopard shorts are from Choies, an online retailer I've featured here on FTBH before (remember BORN IN THE USA?) Like O-Mighty, they stock such insanely dope product that I couldn't resist but to make a collage out of other must-haves from the site... too good. Hope you lurve. <3
One of the coolest things I learned in elementary school art class is that purple signifies royalty. I'm not wearing a crown (although I'd argue that this spiked snapback is like a swagged out princess version of a tiara) but there's something nonetheless... commanding about my look today. I guess that lush indigo hue has me on my high horse. Paired with a galaxy print bomber jacket and straight up chrome disco pants, I've got an insanely future space vibe going and I doubt I'll ever be able to top it. NOT. I've got many a trick up these galaxy print sleeves. Expect no less from a bitch whose kingdom doesn't even reign from this passe solar system.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM: Snapback - YES STYLE Galaxy print jacket - ROMWE Cage collar - ROMWE Royal tank - Forever 21 Chrome pants - BOOHOO "Space Wedge sneakers" - DAILY LOOK Backpack - YES STYLE I've owned this Romwe cage collar for a solid six months and it STILL gives me butterflies when I put it on. Something about a crisp, black and white harness with symmetrical straps really does it to me... maybe I'm just in love with the fact that it serves no purpose at all. I debuted it for the first time over a black and white geometric print top at Skrillex's birthday party a couple months ago (lol, first FTBH name drop? I hope someone's counting). And I paired it with a leatherette bodice shift dress last week. Safe to say the cage collar is my 2013 secret weapon. I know galaxy print is played out to the max and I think that's why I've been so into it lately. It's become too easy to hate on... an inside joke among the fast fashion lot. Mocking the print is a clever way for trend biters to poke fun at fads they bought into last season and in doing so exact a distance between their current style and the trends they abandoned out of commercial necessity. But making fun of galaxy print doesn't make you better than galaxy print. Chances are, you're wearing another print right now that's just as trendy, but not yet "over." Give me your space duds. I shall do them cosmic justice my friend. Everything is infinite, Bebe Zeva
Today I'm debuting a peice from Awwdore, an online retailer that specializes in retro-inspired apparel (and offers free worldwide shipping, which any vetted online shopper knows is a luxury). I don't normally wear white because its sterile, absent hue and unforgiving purity make me nervous... and supposedly it's not a slimming color. (Jk.) But this look actually couldn't have coalesced more beautifully than in monochrome. The subtle, flowery flourishes on the top's chiffon sleeves afford my top half just enough warmth to escape uniform austerity. Which definitely appeals to me... but not today. Today I invite romance. And nothing says romance quite like a fur vest and floral print.
I'm not actually wearing a skirt -- it's my Sugarlips "Venetian Concierto blouse" wound twice around my waist! Since the top features an (unfortunately titled) 'pussybow' ribbon, I tied the sleeves around my waist once and fastened a bow with the ribbon over my hips, creating two neat little knots that look like a draping skirt. If you can't afford to shop for a staple piece -- get creative with what you already have! More often that not, altering your wardrobe won't involve even a stitch of sewing.
Also, I realize that this outfit fundamentally represents something completely opposite of who I am or how I actually behave. It's neat, it's clean, it's pure in its ivory monochrome and romantic with its floral accents. Ironically, I'm messy and reckless, I rarely brush my hair and haven't touched up my dark roots in months, I sin more than once in a blue moon and I'm cynical to the core. But I read Victor Hugo's poetry to sort of... mellow out the corrosive spirit 'within'. And an all-white ensemble helps, too. Maybe the most honest element of this outfit is the fact that I have only have one acrylic nail still intact. The rest must have fallen off while I was arm-wrestling kitchen staff at the country club. Everything is infinite, Bebe Zeva
What you’re seeing right here right now is my Ultimate Look.
Pairing watercolor floral print with silver spandex is possibly the greatest
sartorial decision I have ever made in my petty career as a fashion blogger.
You call it egotism, I call it pride. This is my craft. Tropical patterns,
transparent sunglasses, and metallic motifs are my craft. Hot pink Louboutin
clutches and cotton slacks are my craft. Matching the soft green of my blazer
to the vivid succulents of my landscape is my craft. The aesthetic marriage of
lounge, botanica, and modernity is my craft. RESPECT the “craft” – it’s “art”
plus two consonants.
Camo isn’t limited to a green and brown blend of foresty
brush tones… everything is technically camo if the relationship between the
outfit and context reflects at least marginal similarity. If you’re in a gallery
wearing an all-white tuxedo, you’re in camo. If you’re in a parking garage
wearing an industrial gray sweatsuit, you’re in camo. If you’re in the snack
aisle at Ralph’s wearing a NASCAR jacket sponsored by Nabisco, you’re in camo.
I’m in my valet zone wearing “plant print” – I’m in camo. Sweat these silver
platform sandals from Chicnova. Everything is infinite, Bebe Zeva