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

b-a-n-a-n-a-s

Do you ever look through someone's tagged photos on Facebook and feel frustrated? Like, in your mind you can't reconcile how someone functions independently in society, or how they could possibly be able to get away with such a publicly reckless lifestyle while still supported by their parents? I feel like this is a crucial stage in 'becoming adult;' trying to map out the sustainability of a complete stranger's lifestyle. Part of the process is accepting that it's totally possible to 'get on in the world' without having your shit together. It seems affirming because it ensures survival despite disorder, but it's also terrifying because it ensures survival despite disorder. It is totally possible to get on in the world without having your shit together. So what if you become one of those people? How will you know your universe isn't an alienated mess if you're blissfully living in it? Acceptance of that axiom probably happens when you exit 'becoming' and actually become. You admit to the reality of imposing your own image of order and alienation onto others. And your frustration dissolves into a calm... the reliable knowingness of permanently imperfect judgment. I know what you're thinking. This shit is bananas. 



OASAP banana print dress, Rings & Tings necklace, vintage bomber jacket, Zero UV sunglasses, Romwe timberland inspired platforms

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

glamour kills day five: rock stud

I know the title "rock stud" has already been squatted by Valentino and respectively dispersed by upper echelon fashion bloggers, but how else can I describe my look? I'm a stud. Who rocks. I'm a rocker who wears studs. My pants are studded. My shirt is rockin'. I see no problem here. This top is identical to the mint mischief muscle tee I posted on day two -- but this time in a more slimming color (or lack thereof). Glamour Kills affords the opportunity to order two or three of any shirt in varying styles/colors/graphics and work it into your closet's staple section. So I got two tees, diff colors, diff days. Same hot rod rock stud. 

My pantalones are perfecto for a minimal black and white theme. Remember the Tantra faux leather shorts I blogged about last month in Plaid To The Bone? Well these bad boys are blood related -- they both hail from my favorite jeansmith Cult of Individuality. This pair is called the "Teaser Skinny" and retails for $150. That's the minimum I would spend on a pair of pants! Any less and you're dealing with some brokeback disposable denim. 

This outfit will propel me through September, October, November and onward... so long as I throw on some quality leather and maybe a pair of spiked earmuffs. You don't even want to know what kind of craziness exists in my fantasy winter collection. 

And with a resounding THANK YOU GLAMOUR KILLS I conclude this week of cute tops and summer-fall-winter transition wear! Tune back in on Monday for the new new.



Glamour Kills black mischief muscle tee, Cult of Individuality Teaser Skinny jeans in white, Missguided heels, ZeroUV sunnies

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

glamour kills day two: wilin' out

Not every summer-fall day has to pay homage to bohemian sunsets. This look is unapologetically rock n' roll, a theme I haven't explored too often these past several months! Could it be that I've secluded into the shells of shier personas? Identities that don't wear leopard and leather? Perhaps this outfit is evidence of extroverted progress. I'm getting my swag back. It's been a year (or two) but rest assured. Swag levels will return to standard.

Glamour Kills murders the muscle tee game with graphic basics in colors I trust. This aqua is cool and versatile -- packs all the punch I need to get away with my bad girl role. I used to don looks like this on the daily and now I feel so out of my element! What's happening?? Has middle parting my hair pacified my inner rockstar? Thank god for the side swoop. Side swoops and guitar practice. They're doing wonders for my confidence.



Glamour Kills "mint mischief" muscle tee, Members Only jacket, American Apparel leggings, Zigi boots c/o Karmaloop, Zero UV sunglasses

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

hex champ

Champion of all things gradient, I self-identify as Pantone and Valspar's shared MVP. Catch me at your local Sherwin Williams pocketing sample color cards with delectable pastel auras. See me at Benjamin Moore engaged in a riveting discussion with a paint specialist about which shade of eggshell contains higher elements of blue value. Hex princess. Aesthete athlete. When I drink Gatorade, I sweat high opacity acrylic drops in the exact color code of whatever flavor I consumed. Home Depot you can get really get it.

Of course Wizards of the West printed these leggings -- I'm on a roll. I'm literally going hard in the paint. Combined with this oversize jersey I picked up at Fallas Paredes, I look pretty poppin' for a walking ombre advertisement. 



Wizards of the West "Color Swatch Leggings", ZeroUV sunglasses

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

spectacle

This is seriously my favorite outfit ever in all my four laborious years of blogging. I've had this Vertigo Paris jacket for ages, always promising to save it for that perfect occasion when it would be perfectly appreciated. I wore it to have my portrait taken for a New York Times style profile penned about me in 2011, so it's been immortalized in print, albeit not as perfectly styled as it is today. So what's the occasion this time? Absolutely none. I realize now that I wait for gratification that cannot come by virtue of it being anticipated. The only gratification is the surprise, which I will never know, and around which I have deliberately constructed my life to avoid. No expectations, but also no surprises. Listless plateaus, mood stabilizers, comfort.

It'd be an obvious fallacy to posit that I'm wearing this arresting outfit for myself and no one else, that I don't care about my jacket being 'perfectly appreciated' this time. Of course I care, it's on my blog. It's on my instagram. I want other people to look at it. But there's no way for me to measure whether or not it's being enjoyed by others. I can only measure whether or not people are looking at it. So I sojourn in the solace of temporary gaze. 

This look reminds me of the jarring maximalist style of 1980s cheeky hyperconsumerism. Pastel, pattern crazed, checked and adorned in gold. If I only had the means to dress like this every day...

"The grand style of the age is always located in what is oriented by the obvious and secret necessity of revolution."

Vertigo Paris jacket, Romwe pastel tie-dye top, Blackfive checkered harem pants, Zero UV cat eye glasses

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

mama tropic

Baby girl needs a vacation. It's already the end of August and I feel like I haven't done any REAL traveling in months... can't decide if it's the fault of my agoraphic tendencies or simply no opportunity. Either way, this tropical print two-piece from AX Paris puts me in the zone. You know what zone I'm talking about. Imagined pina coladas and a hammock. This outfit deserves a debut on an actual Polynesian island, not my local tiki bar.



"Tropical neon crop top pencil skirt suit" c/o AX Paris, ZeroUV shades, Pink & Pepper heels

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

zip it

Moseying about a room all day, too handicapped by anxiety to explore the world, is creatively stifling for obvious reasons. There's a permeating sense of doom, a limited reservoir of entertainment options, and the decor gets boring to look at after approximately the 20th week in isolation. To cope with this malaise, I fantasize about alternate lives, alternate careers. This outfit reflects my most lusted ambition: the art curator. She's everything I'm not: social, talkative, executive, limitless. She's admired for her taste and sophistication. She can make magic happen in a stark white room, she knows the who's-who, she impresses the big wigs with big words and flutes of expensive champagne. I like to imagine that this is an outfit she'd wear to one of her curated openings.

This gorgeous pencil skirt is c/o Bardot, the brand that also designed my beloved snow leopard dress. And the shades, fitting for only a woman with a prestigious degree (or those who like to impersonate them), are c/o Zero UV, the wonderful line that has been supplying most of my sunnies these past several months! J'adore my collaborators. 

Bardot "Angle Zip" pencil skirt, Zero UV "circle cat eye" sunglasses

Everything is infinite,

Bebe