glamour kills day three: flower metal

Floral prints and ripped-all-to-hell jeans are just the juxtaposish' I'm looking for. Today's outfit says "honor the abject with luxury." Huge holes at the knees of your secondhand acid bleached paint stained pants? Slip into a pair of heels. The raglan tee I'm sporting needs absolutely no sprucing -- it speaks for itself in the laidback language of softball practice. And reflective sunnies... to remind you of yourself while at eye level with me. 

One word for Glamour Kills day three: SLAY. Trying to do exactly that with these hair flips and poses. You can't see all the movement that goes into photographing an outfit like this. But trust me. It's a death metal dance party.



Glamour Kills floral baseball tee, Missguided heels, 80s Purple sunnies

Everything is infinite,

Bebe 

début

J'adore my long-lived relationship with big hats and bold stripes... always seeking to capture that je ne sais quois mystique of a movie character. I'm thrilled for Autumn and long sleeves and cuffed pants and heavy brims and pointless tinted shades in overcast parks. I'm thrilled for any change - for something new to style. Got places to go, people to be.  



Romwe ruffled top, H&M pants, Missguided heels

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

neo matrix #tbt

In honor of Thursday and the amazing pun that is "FTBT," I'm doing a #throwback post to earlier this year! I never got the chance to show you this matrix inspired, leatherette goth look in my 80s Purple "neo" shades and Romwe suspender dress. Cyberpunk after all. 



80sPurple 80s collection sunglasses, Romwe suspender dress, Missguided booties

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

back in black

My new favorite staple item is this Romwe bodysuit that exposes my back like a hot commodity... gives me that necessary confidence boost a woman needs when attempting to make waves during a night out. Showing skin is the ultimate silencer... almost more effective than shoving a weapon in someone's face for intimidation purposes. I enjoy using my seductive energy to exert power over people weak enough to value superficial qualities like sex appeal and beauty. It isn't morally justified and definitely NOT an act of feminism. But it is me. My manipulative style. I wear exploitation like a necklace, foo. 



Romwe bodysuit, Missguided pants and shoes, Rings & Tings layered necklace

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

suede and stripe x swaychic

I'm getting SO BORED of being sad so I'm trying to channel some of my more adventurous (formerly known as 'free-spirited') energies that usually manifest in the form of a 1970s inspired get-up. Optimism, even when forced, is a good start to the week. I'm trying to will myself into believing that willing myself into believing things will actually make them happen. *hits cymbals*

This striped faux fur coat is c/o my longtime friends at Swaychic! They've been growing like CRAZY over the past couple years and their inventory has never been better -- I got so overwhelmed looking through their most recent art-school-grunge and seaside vacation inspired lookbooks that I HAD TO MAKE A COLLAGE showcasing my latest favorites. Those lascivious material possessions get me every time... them and their stupid perfect shiny perfectness.




1. All-nighter faux leather skirt ($34.50) | 2. Marble works ankle zip trouser ($36.95) | 3. Sophie knitted sweater ($32.50) | 4. Have A Heart On sunglasses ($14) | 5. Key West painted jumpsuit ($38.95) | 6. 202 Warehouse mesh jogger pant ($29.95) | 7. Paint The Town separates ($44.50) | 8. Le Fuzzy Beret ($14.50)



Zara hat, Rings and Tings necklace, Vize hooded 80s Purple sunnies, Harlequin faux fur coat c/o Swaychic, sleeveless suede minidress c/o Grayson, platform boots c/o Missguided

The jacket I'm wearing in this outfit is called "The Harlequin Faux Fur Coat" ($68) and I'm 99.999% sure it would make Penny Lane fall to her knees. I FREAKIN LOVE YOU SWAYCHIC YOU NEVER CEASE TO FULFILL MY ROCKSTAR GOUPIE FANTASIES.

My sleeveless suede minidress is $17 and c/o Grayson (who also hooked me up with those fab leatherette leggings I debuted last week). And my delicious platform boots are from the all stars at Missguided, who have pretty much stocked my entire 'shoe wardrobe' for the past several months.

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

cosmos

Soooooo who else is watching Cosmos with NDGT on the science channel this season? My natural elitist inclination is to inform you that I've been a fan of both Neil and the 1970s original series since before the internet made it "a thing." I remember wearing my favorite Carl Sagan t-shirt on the first day of 10th grade -- under one of his most famous portraits (crossing his arms in a maroon turtleneck and standing in front of a turquoise galaxy) were the words "LEGENDS NEVER DIE" in big block letters. I wonder if Carl would have been disappointed in me for accessorizing his face to make friends. Anyway, my only criticism of the new series is that its presentation of what should be challenging material seems pretty "lowest common denominator." What can't be fairly described to a scientifically illiterate audience shouldn't really be 'described' at all... it should instead be presented as poetry since an aesthetic understanding is all the audience will ultimately derive. I think Carl was great at this, allowing the phenomena of science to be humbly aesthetic when purveyed by a "civilian". The new series seems a little more pretentious, but I think that has more to do with the special effects than with Neil. I used to watch his astronomy lectures on DVD as a teen and am obsessed with his sense of humor... I wish more of his unrehearsed personality showed through. Hopefully as the season progresses, the presentation of heady concepts will become more humorous and lighthearted.

Oh yeah, I SOBBED at the end of the debut episode when NDGT recounted meeting Carl for the first time as a seventeen year old. Stories about passing the torch down always get me.



Zero UV sunglasses, Romwe galaxy jacket and leggings, Missguided bra top and heels

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

afterlifer

I suspect that me wearing this mesh gradient top (c/o Tunnel Vision -- who else is as skilled at curating vintage but Madeline and her team?) borderlines cultural appropriation... but then a part of me cringes at the insinuation that a fractal pattern is uniquely a sacred social signifier and not a shared mathematical property that white people, save for ironic paisley bandannas, have yet to insult with their vulgar tendency to conflate with unrelated tropes in cop-out postmodern theatrics.

*camera pans to reveal the lower half of my outfit* Considering my historically accurate entitlement to pair the shirt's almost objectively religious print with the irreverence of paint-splattered sweatpants (in this context playing the starring role of 1980s art-is-dead revival bravado), I am everything that I hate and criticize in this world.

But! But! But no -- no buts. No rationalizing. I am an accurate portrait of fashion's reckless spiral into disrespect for Aura. Let's face it, the tremendous obligation to honor something special interferes with corporate culture's trajectory towards cashing in on Everything Ever. 

Surely someone will appreciate me... the pretentious dixie cup genie of blogspot.



Holes eyewear, Tunnel Vision vintage mesh gradient fractal top, Yes Style splatter paint harem pants, Missguided heels 

Everything is blah blah whatever,

Bebe

leatherette cubed

Living out of a suitcase for four months in LA taught me a lesson about how to efficiently combine pieces of my finite clothing supply so I'd appear less resource-deprived and (hopefully) more creative. We know this frantic desperation to mix and match is rooted in fear of seeming 'poor' - and what else, we know that the premise of the current Fashion Game is contaminated with prejudice towards the 'uncreative' working class, from whom the fashion set is perennially devoted to differentiating themselves. 

We've developed ways to reconcile our poverty with attention to personal style: recycling, recontextualizing, etc. The tragedy is that differentiating oneself from the stigma associated with a lack of access only reinforces the original stigma by proposing that poverty is embarrassing and worth moving away from. The inverse of this, normcore celebration of 'poor aesthetics,' is even more boorish in that it superficially camouflages the privileged among the genuinely deprived, thus absolving the former group from having to acknowledge their systematic advantages. It also sedates the movement toward eliminating poverty by re-presenting it as a "chic lifestyle choice."

Basically, there is no way to morally defend an involvement in fashion. But that refers back to my disclaimer post, De Profund-ish. 

I went with option A, flexing my creative muscles to make some unnecessary statement about how ~innovative~ I am as an individual, and how there's ~no excuse~ for not having a diverse sense of style, even during times of hardship. Propaganda 101... who knew it looked so innocent?

Same pair of Missguided heels in every outfit, and a leatherette motif theme throughout. Consistently incorporating a material, color, or pattern in your looks for the week lends plenty of credence to the insinuation that every outfit was deliberately selected in line with your preferences -- even if it all came together by chance.

water sign



Zero UV clubmaster sunglasses, Missguided leather crop top, Ping Ping & Rabbit bubble print leggings, H&M denim shirt

en fait



Retro City sunglasses, Romwe collar and Givenchy-inspired shirt dress, J Brand leather cuff jeans, Romwe rhinestone necklace
matinee



Retro City sunglasses, OASAP cuff necklace, T by Alexander Wang top, Romwe leatherette overalls dress

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva