caliguluxe

Posh geometry, ancient luxury, Grecian excess, Italian glamour... I'm back bitch!!!!!!!!!!! Been waiting since the fall of Rome to debut this Vertigo Paris blazer my mom scored while voyaging for vintage. So... besides Caesar's Palace, where have I been for the past month?? I'm not really sure either. But like the Greeks, I've left behind a lengthy written record of my indulgent exploits. I recently traveled to Newport Beach on a complete and utter whim, and before that spent my birthday weekend in San Francisco. I flirted with the Las Vegas 'party scene' for several weeks, but like most great moments in history, that too was just a conquest. For a minute I was even rich! I purchased many satin gowns, colonial undergarments, Pepsi max and a portable notebook 'for my opinions.' My little empire thrived. My little empire fell. Now I find myself alone in history... wealthy with experience, impoverished in resource. A carnal Collosseum, crumbling, atrophied, all the while resilient in my charming torpor. Not photographed: the unforgiving violence of time.



Forever 21 hat, Chanel earrings + bangle, Vertigo Paris blazer, OASAP geometric print skirt, vintage Chanel chain belt, Burberry bag, Missguided heels

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

shred white and blue

I know, amazing pun. We all know I'm not a patriot so I supplanted the red for shred. Enter my spankin' new boyfriend jeans and oversize blue flannel from Break Ice Trends. I originally intended to couple these pants with suede heels and a leather clutch purse, but on the way to the shooting location with my photographer I donned a pair of beat up white Keds for comfort. Then I saw my reflection in a mirror passing by and realized this, this walking from one place to the next, is the real subject of my vision as a blogger. The candid moments, not the staged glamour. So here's a real outfit for a real mission. 




Cobrashop Bug-a-Boo shades,  Diesel leather jacket, American Apparel crop top, Break Ice Trends flannel blouse and boyfriend jeans, Pro Keds 

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

you're fired

Up in blue flames this week... these vinyl wedges are my downright favorite pair of shoes. I wore them once to a punk show (remember this story from like, 2 years ago? ) and they broke while I was moshing. Another time they broke while I was crossing Hollywood Boulevard on my way to Goodwill. So, we've been through a lot, me and these shiny hunks. They've since been repaired with industrial grade glue so I think they'll last many more moshing endeavors and jaywalking excursions. 

This outfit is a dream for Vegas weather -- perforated mesh makes for ideal ventilation conditions while traipsing the Strip. Hit me up if you're ever out here. I'll show ya a good time.



Romwe mesh flames dress, snapback from 7-11, sunglasses from Claire's outlet, secondhand wedges

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

no thanks

Stripes and fur have me looking like an extremely posh referee, which is exactly what I am, so I'm not actually saying anything new by making that comparison. I am a ref. A vigilante. A self-proclaimed authority with unproclaimed bias. I live to judge other people. Your outfit. Your moral framework. Your Facebook profile picture. Not good at anything but having an opinion and legitimizing it through physical enforcement. Might I have the most annoying personality 'in the books?' Indeed. But at least I look good.

Blackfive "No Thanks" tee, Romwe skort, 80s Purple shades, Rings & Tings necklace

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

tropic blues

"Tropic blues" is a geographically inaccurate but nonetheless beautiful description of the kind of syndrome that comes with living in Las Vegas. To distract you from the desolate landscape are resplendent signs in more shades of neon than Pantone could catalog in a century... and the hotel interiors are decorated in as much maximalist glitz as their counterpart curb appeal advertises. There is little aesthetic or sensory distinction between standing outside on the boulevard or inside the casinos' marble annals. Either way, you're awestruck by the obvious wealth that went into building this place. It's so impressive that it actually inspires you to rescind your cynicism and vest trust in whatever well-insured system is responsible for the whole damn fortress. Whatever it is, it's working! Right?

But then you realize that the infallible size and grandeur of this paradise can only exist given the premise that its visitors always put more money into it than they aspire to take away in jackpot winnings and lucky bets. This city is financially unsustainable without the constant influx of cash from travelers seeking respite. American boredom is exploited by the Vegas big wigs who can offer you a temporary escape in exchange for most of your savings. This city is a business -- no paid representative here will ever encourage you to explore the free activities offered. (Because that doesn't benefit the casinos and also free activities don't exist here.)

There's nothing inherently wrong with vacation. But what's inherently wrong with Vegas vacation is its deceptive agenda. Vegas wants you to believe that this is your chance to finally win big and go home rich. It wows you with size, space, lights, glitter, artificial beauty. It seduces you into trusting that it actually cares about your experience, when the city only 'cares' (requires) that you spend. It's simple psychology: illusion of reciprocity.

You think Vegas is giving you something amazing - opportunities! Sights! Entertainment! The possibility of millions. So you feel inclined to spend more money there to reciprocate the hospitality. But you don't owe Vegas anything. It's impressing you not so that you'll feel more relaxed- it's impressing you so that you'll trust it more. This process of securing your trust exists to compensate for how much corruption and greed it has to hide. How clever. The best hiding place is in clear sight, swathed in a feather boa and rhinestones to the gills.

The power Vegas has over its residents and travelers is physically manifested in gorgeous billion dollar real estate. All of us are individually too small to take it down. That kind of helpless surrender to the mathematical fact that is "The House Always Wins" just might be the foremost symptom of Tropic Blues.



Holes eyewear, Lashes of London bomber jacket, Blackmilk Hex color code dress, O-Mighty skirt, secondhand heels

Everything is infinite^3,

Bebe

AEGEAN OMBRE

Paisley and ombre and snapbacks, oh my. I'm wearing one of my new favorite blouses from Bold Cupcake -- it's a sheer button-up decorated in a paisley fractal print and blue gradient. Really doesn't get better than a pattern so intricate it's mathematic. Special place in my heart for ombre, too. Reminds me of a perfect sunset. I paired the top with lavish chains, purple lipstick, and a pair of new but seemingly vintage denim shorts from Shop Gipsy Pixie. The look is lush and rustic simultaneously. About that sartorial paradox yo.



FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
"Diamond Eyer 5 Panel Hat" - YOURS TRULY 
"Paisley Ocean Button Up" - Bold Cupcake
"Denim Paper Bag shorts" - Shop Gipsy Pixie
Backpack - YES STYLE
Teal socks - c/o American Apparel
Boots - Wanted

Still going strong with my tiny backpack romance... have a baby backpack you don't want? I can definitely take care of that for you. It's my goal to find a backpack so high fashion that I can wear it to the club without security questioning me like I'm trying to smuggle in five bottles of Smirnoff. Come on bud, I'm just tryna dance.

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

THRASH BLOSSOM

Been waiting to debut this cherry blossom Romwe skirt set for WAY too long... I'm talkin' two fashion seasons here! I ordered the skirt and jacket nearly a year ago, wearing each separately a couple times but never photographing the evidence. Finally I've put together a look 'worth blogging about' - the ultimate arbiter of an outfit's quality. My ultimate goal is to never go a day without wearing an outfit I feel confident sharing with the world. So far, so good! ;-)



FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Jeweled snapback - ROMWE
Cherry blossom skirt set - ROMWE
Exodus tee - Vintage
"GIMME Sneaker Wedge" - Daddy's Money

My matching floral kicks are compliments of Daddy's Money -- Skechers' sister brand for a younger, girlier demographic. I first discovered Daddy's Money at WWD MAGIC in August of 2012. Ironically, one of their sales associates wasn't too happy with my stealth attempt at Instagramming their impressive revolving sign and tried to kick me out of the station, despite my insistence that I was offering the brand free advertising. I respectfully walked away, and am brushing the dirt of my shoulder 9 months later... the fact that I'm rocking the bleep out of this sassy pair of "GIMME" wedges means I truly won the battle. Moral of the story: never let temporary sales staff at tradeshows tell you that you can't use social media to promote their product. In the end you'll be wearing it!

And speaking of Instagram... FOLLOW ME! @BebeZeva <3

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva