Wednesday, March 9, 2011

FATED TO BE LOVED: ADRI LAW

There's always that one girl who's older than you, prettier than you, savvier and wittier and more worldly than you. The girl is an amazon- she knows what she's doing. She's a presence and a force. She's the ruler by which you measure yourself, the standard for your idea of perfection. You have yours and I have mine. Meet Adri Law.



photos by niko the ikon

Adri Law is a 20 year old photographer, designer, rebel spirit, and style icon from Los Angeles. She's presently the poster child for 'cyber-goth resurrected', and yes, has inspired 99% of my goth, witch, and grunge outfits.






Best of all, she's the fully grown manifestation of Miranda Sanchez from everybody's favorite childhood TV show, Lizzie McGuire. (Don't even TRY to deny it... they're pretty much wearing the same t-shirt for Christ's sake.)


When I first met Adri in real life, she was wearing all black and picked out a Hebrew letter sweater-clip from a rack at Savers. Despite it being the greatest secondhand accessory I had ever seen at a thrift store, she gave it to me. Since then I've made it my priority to pay homage to Adri's 'personal brand' every time I put it on.

MY ADRI LOOK:





FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Sunglasses- 80s Purple (www.80spurple.com)
Sweater- Vintage
Shirt- Secondhand
Clip- Secondhand
Brooch- Sahara Hotel gift shop
Skirt- Vintage
Socks- Forever 21
Creepers- Classified


Adri is fated to be loved because her art isn't limited to her creation; she lets it overlap into the realm of her lifestyle. She's consistent about her fashion sense and, like me, never leaves the house without executing a theme. Style isn't limited to what you wear- it's what you relay through your tastes, visions, and actions that makes you original. And the essence that Adri has emitted is nothing short of iconic.





photos by the cobrasnake

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Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva


Monday, March 7, 2011

NO VACANCY

Somewhere in the twilight hour, a fleeting sparkle emerges from the depths of our pupils and consumes our temporary existences. We're overcome by a subtle euphoria- a happiness that always exists but can only be triggered by a change of light or temperature. When the sun rises, we sense the grandeur of impending opportunities. Our breaths come and go in staccato gasps. We're in love with the future. And when the sun sets, we bathe in the romantic warmth of our accomplishment. We attack and release. We anticipate tomorrow and the best part is... we've got time to kill.

Enveloped by the thrill of the incoming evening, I leaned against the wall of an abandoned motel and pretended to be bored. I was distracted by nothing- my focus was monopolized by the setting sun and winter wind. The parking lot was empty but my mind was made. There's no vacancy in the realm of pursuit. I'm chasing the lightness- stay up all night just to spy the dawn.

PHOTOS BY NICK LEONARD







































The genius behind the lens...




I've stared fame in the face... she was smoking a cigarette.

Everything is infinite,

BEBE ZEVA

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

OH MY GO†H

The silver crucifix I lamely made with three layers of cardboard, aluminum foil, and tacky glue is the statement piece of my minimalistic goth get-up. Today feels like a good day to let my dark lipstick do the talking. I hope it rains. Maybe there's some wiccan chant I can whip out in public just to scare people. Somebody fetch me a pentagram.











FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Knitted hat- Secondhand
Cross- DIY
Knitted 'furry' sweater- Secondhand
Lingerie skirt- Vintage
Loafers- Etienne Aigner

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Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva