Anyone else hurtin for a makeover? Every once in a while I feel thrown into an intermediate phase (even though every moment belongs to a phase that is impossibly intermediate) and flounder in the insincerity of the 'aesthetic' with which I am currently, accidentally, shamefully associated. Times like these illustrate the self-automating nature of the 'aesthetic' and its role on the internet; I don't need to actively perform it every individual instance I get online. It is already in motion, working in real time to constitute the overall photograph of my 'brand.' My eyes don't have to be processing 'instagram' as information for me to be on instagram. Someone else is looking at my profile when I'm not, and the still lives I upload dance for them without my enthusiastic participation but certainly with my permission. What makes me most insecure is that permission is not static -- it is dynamic and animate. I permit every second I allow images of me to remain, I permit every second I allow my profile to exist without intervention. I authorize the disingenuous aesthetic associated with my online identity by simply not putting a stop to it. So even though I'm not on instagram right now uploading a photo I don't like that much, the crisis is the same... people are still processing the information already present, judging me accordingly, coloring me in with the hues I provide because I don't put them away. I hate that I allow this to go on... more, I hate that I don't overwrite it with material I do enjoy instead.
This outfit reminds me of a Dior campaign... modish, feminine, bridal but young and rebellious. I fashioned the headwrap out of a pink sheath and flower pin then paired it with earrings from 2001 that actually look like they're from 1960s. Lately I've been pushing myself to explore more DIY approaches to accessorizing... picking out a floppy hat and sunglasses isn't creative enough anymore. Pairing a brooch with a sheet of fabric and tying it together with matching jewelry and lipstick feels so much more rewarding when the result is something as seamless and recognizable as this. The flower girl grows up and gets married... she's in a perfume advertisement, she's bohemian but sponsored...
Chicwish dress, Valentino bag, Dailylook heels
Everything is infinite,
Bebe
I come from the fashion camp that believes there's no such thing as "too much" leather. A lot of people complain that if you go 'overboard' with one element in your outfit, the entire ensemble becomes gimmicky instead of chic. I agree that referencing only one motif without contrast, like wearing head-to-toe lime green or five polka dot accessories, is borderline costume. Not fashion. Certainly not casual (not that fashion needs to be casual every time anyway). But for whatever reason, leather has a charm that renders is exempt from this rule. You could wear a dozen leather accessories on top of a full leather get-up and still look rad. And maybe even casual. At any rate, I'm hoping this leather foursome isn't overkill.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
"DUMP Cap" - Aloha From Deer
"Cult by Lip Service Lace Cropped Moto Jacket" - 24HRSLeather bralette - ROMWE
Leather shorts - Chicwish
UNIF Hellbounds - Solestruck
This lovely lace-and-leather jacket entered my life a couple days after my birthday as a gift from my favorite person in the observable universe, Madeline. Besides working at 24HRS, the store that stocks this jacket (and two bomb-ass vests that I'll photograph and blog about within the next week), Madeline operates a fashion blog called Jean Greige, where she talks politics, feminism, philosophy, and lifestyle. In completely unpretentious vernacular and with RAD AS HELL pictures of her wearing crazy shoes and chunky jewelry to boot. I'm getting a huge kick out of how I sound like I'm introducing Madeline to you guys, when most of you probably already know who she is because she is literally my queen, and I've already dedicated a blog post to her about what a freakin' superhero she is. But, in the unlikely event that you're new here, FOLLOW MAD'S BLOG and get with the program.
Everything is infinite,
Bebe Zeva
The highlight of my entire life happened happened the other day when I received a package from PUMA, tore it open, and found these white and beige BEAUTIES inside. Featuring perforated panels, velcro straps, and a hidden platform, these certified bad boys are undoubtedly the most prized pair of kicks in my current shoe collection. They were conceived in collaboration with Japanese designer Mihara Yasuhiro as part of PUMA's black label project, which marries high fashion visionaries and PUMA's signature sports function. The result is a series of designs with couture appeal and practical translation, from all-stars like Alexander McQueen and Hussein Chalayan. Check out the site for more details.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Sunglasses - Claire's
Rainbow necklace - Chicwish
Personalized vest - Jordache, thrift
Acid wash button-up - 9 CROW STREET
Denim shorts - YES STYLE
"MY-66 In-Heel Trainers" - PUMA X MIHARAYASUHIRO
I am also ~proudly rocking~ an acid-wash button-up from 9 Crow Street, my favorite online vintage retailer! Their site is essentially the greatest thrift store you will ever access online... the good shit has already been sorted out from the riff raff and presented ever so beautifully for your browsing pleasure, it's open 24/7, and there's no line. Ever. So much love for e-commerce, my friends.
P.S. My birthday is in 5 FREAKIN' DAYS PEOPLE!!!! What should I do? What should I wear?!?!
Everything is infinite,
Bebe Zeva