peachy queen

Can we take a moment to appreciate the color coordination happening here? See, color coordination isn't a 'thing.' It's an event, and we're watching it 'be' in these still photographs. Peach stairs, peach petal print. Ivory banister, ivory blouse. Autumnal mustard and dusty rose accenting floral details in these peony patterned leggings from Redbubble. I've decided today that I want to spend the rest of my life playing with clothes in large piles, ideally in a warehouse loft with enormous windows through which the smell of perfume and incense does not escape. Oh. How I long for a sprawling room lined with mannequins awaiting their adornment. 

For those who aren't familiar -- Redbubble is an e-commerce marketplace that offers visual artists the opportunity to sell their work either as is or on products like pillows, t-shirts, iPhone cases, mugs, and more. Peep the selection, but be warned... it's huge!!

For a more apparel-centric shopping experience, explore Lalalilo, the retailer behind this cute crochet blouse. I found a heavenly selection of beach clothes in their inventory, including this resort-style dress I'll debut later. <3 



ZeroUV sunglasses, Anthropologie scarf, Lalalilo ivory chiffon blouse, Redbubble "peony" leggings, Mulberry bag, Ralph Lauren pumps

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

manifest destiny

Feeling nervous about blogging today because I appreciate the possibility that no one will understand why I'm doing this. But to be fair nobody could understand unless they constituted and conformed to their own meaning. From my perspective, the back and forth motion between this life (a digital routine replete with photoshoots and self-promotion) and being elsewhere (whatever happens in the time between phases of regular activity) is completely chaotic and informed by chance. So there's no theme, no inspirational narrative underpinning my frequent departures and returns to this platform. It's just possible, and that's why I do it. Because I can, because I don't not. I clearly want people to believe there's a reason for all of this, and fortunately I'm sure they do. Most people 'believe' more than they accept meaninglessness... because production is easier than deference to information that cannot be justified. So I don't have to do much work. Anyone reading this will impose onto it their own hypothesis 'why', on behalf of me and in service of themselves. And that's... fine. A fabricated reason is less embarrassing than full disclosure that I am powerless and illogical and unlikely to ever stay in one place. 

Don't feel obliged to stay in one place either. I'm sure today's sponsor would love if you navigated to their page after this one -- wholesale retailer Nastydress endowed me with this chiffon top among a handful of other cute pieces! I'll debut those looks later this week; for now you can peep a preview in the new arrivals section or clothing and lingerie departments.



Feather print chiffon top c/o Nastydress

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

fringe theory

Sooner or later this layering game will become a medical hazard and I'll have to trade my beloved bundles for bikinis. "Spring" in Vegas is hardly a happy time of year, my crippling depression aside, considering the blistering temperatures forthcoming as early as oh, NEXT WEEK. 98 degree average for April???? Sucking as much life out of this sweater and scarf as I can before either will put me in cardiac arrest. And those who know me can attest that I've already had enough hospital drama this month. In better news, I finally have my Adobe creative suite back!! Which means I don't have to cleverly layer filters like turtlenecks and cardigans and fringe shawls anymore... I can get back into the art of 'editing by number.' So much more precise! Like the perfect denim-purse denim-jeans pairing I'm rocking here, compliments to Louboutin and J Brand. For the record, I found these pants at a no-name thrift store for ONE BUCK. But they're designer???? I ask no questions. Only 'do you take Visa?' 



Scoop NYC hat, Celine turtleneck, Vionnet fringe scarf, J Brand jeans, Ralph Lauren heels, Louboutin Sweet Charity rockstud bag

Thanks for the great pics, Mama! 

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

spring persueded

Paisley. Velvet. Suede. Spring. Spring. By the look and feel of things, this season won't be any peppier than the others (which is not at all if you're me). But I'm hoping that great weather will bring greater incentives to walk outside and soak up some vitamin D for an extra 'happy kick' here and there. Maybe this time of year will change me in more ways than sun exposure... after all I am turning 22 in May (the 7th to be exact, just in case any of you wonderful people are considering throwing me a *surprise birthday party* wink wink). I don't really know how to go about processing my age because it doesn't match my lifestyle or attitude or expectation. As a kid, the '20s' seemed pretty old, sophisticated, fun, sexy. I imagined myself in a maxi skirt attending college in Boston, already working on my second or third novel in the courtyard grass. I thought I'd already be published, well-known, independent enough to live in a dorm room, disciplined enough to even get into an ivy league at all. Instead I'm wearing yoga pants, living with my mom, bitter about my academic failure and nowhere near publishing anything except this blog post. My net worth is even identical to what it was in sixth grade when my only expenses were Starburst and Orbit gum. I know life is full of surprises but I didn't realize they'd all be this... unflattering. My only solace, my constant respite, is clothes. They make me feel good about myself even when my track record doesn't.

My mom and I arranged this outfit together. I find that including my mom in the process of arranging a look, choosing complementary locations, and photographing the whole shabang is SO much more gratifying than riding solo. I might be bossy but lord knows I could use a reality check every once in a while from mama-knows-best. ;)



Romwe sunglasses, Etro paisley and velvet scarf, vintage turtleneck and suede miniskirt, Jimmy Choo Rhea purse, Missguided platform boots

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

avant garden

This look is hazy and pastel, glazed in a milky winter dew reflecting spring hints in bulbs of morning condensation. The synesthete in me distinctly tastes 7 AM in shades of lavender and makes me wish I had woken up even earlier today. Can't understand why I feel so disappointed thinking of the approaching noon. Maybe it's that there's no mystique in moments of clarity.

Hard to believe my mom snapped these shots but I better get used to it -- she's becoming très professional behind the lens, and even gung ho about driving to special locations for more unique backdrops. That's something I'll never take for granted; I'm used to settling for a white wall. ;)




MeeMee pastel fluff bomb knitted jacket, OASAP jersey top + floral pants, Missguided heels

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

phantasma glory

Somehow this outfit title changed from Phantasmagoria to Phantasmagloria to Phantasma Glory... a kinetic portmanteau and image of itself. Goes on and on and on, like the fractal prints on my Tunnel Vision top. Yes, the look is print crazy. But it has to be to justify a name that simultaneously references kaleidoscopic visions and purple flowers. 

I've worn this skirt a ZILLION times, photographed it a zillion more, and have a zillion and one memories of myself rocking it as early as 8th grade. It's sort of a historical clothing article, which makes the outstretched elastic waistband even more tragic. My huge green belt (another vintage keepsake) saves the day every time.



Romwe floral kimono, Tunnel Vision top, vintage skirt, Wanted boots

Everything is infinite,

Bebe