tutti frutti

I'm supposed to be in LA today, doing fun things like 'nodeling' and photographing my friends. But of course everything went wrong when I tried to travel yesterday, I had several panic attacks, and I predictably shut down to avoid the frustration of building a backup plan. I don't understand why the universe hates me with such an unbridled fervor. This has honestly been the most painful, un-fun year of my life. Pure torture the whole way through, and to make matters worse, I'm still waiting for my meds to kick in. 

But on a lighter note, I'm wearing lime green overalls and a fruit print crop top I 'nodeled' for Tunnel Vision with The Fabulous Stains a couple months ago (full editorial ~here~). Fond memories are all I have. Memories and crop tops. 



Cobrashop sunnies, 24 Hrs crop top, OASAP overalls

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

rose gold

You could take one look at my metallic varsity jacket and accurately guess that I've been living in it for the past several months. It matches everything -- even silver is enhanced by the gold sleeves and gives me the liberty to go for a 'mixed metals' theme. My favorite pairing is with boyfriend jeans, but today's look features a cropped box dress from Front Row Shop and cat-eye sunnies (my other obvious staple) from Zero UV. So where does the jacket hail from?? If you weren't already in the loop, NYLON has an online store called #NYLONshop with hundreds of pieces as cute (or cuter? is that within the realm of possibility?) as my varsity goodness. The inventory is artistically curated and it shows - so I might have to issue a warning before encouraging people to browse. There is absolutely NO WAY you will not fall head over heels in love with something. 



Faubourg du Temple varsity jacket from #NYLONshop, Front Row Shop rose dress, Zero UV cat-eye sunnies

Everything is infinite,

Bebe 

one less problem

By now it shouldn't be news that I dislike Andy Warhol. My lack of respect for him (as aforementioned in my post "Art Grunge") describes exactly why I'm okay with wearing his stupid iconography on apparel, where it belongs. People seem to have a really hard time accepting that Warhol was a total cop out excuse for an artist, and that he exploited the criticism he received to furnish a persona concerned with concepts like 'celebrity' and 'mystique.' But he didn't actually know shit about celebrity and mystique, he only appropriated the rhetoric of his dissenters to afford himself the reputation of someone clever (read: troll), and then he called that very action "art" when it's not anything but self-reference. Aesthetic objects that reference cultural points outside of themselves are not art, they are propaganda, and running with that contention I would even go so far as to say that 99% of the shit you see in contemporary galleries isn't actually art even though curators will insist it is, and then shove their university diplomas in your face as if that somehow legitimizes their opinion.

Can everyone just shut up and sit down? This is a good segue into my least favorite Andy Warhol quote: "I think everybody should like everybody." Really? Do shitty people with shitty ideas, no ethics, and violent agendas deserve to be liked? Please die, Warhol. I know you're already dead but please die a little more.



Zero UV cut out sunglasses, American Apparel jacket, Romwe print tee & checkered shorts & platform sandals

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

don't have a cow

Forget the misleading title -- I am not a reasonable, rational person. I am a histrionic cry baby drama queen who most definitely does 'have cows' or whatever when shit starts to get real. I don't genuinely believe in karma but I must have done something seriously messed up within the past several weeks to deserve the INSANE amount of curveballs life has been throwing mercilessly in my direction... but what?? Maybe the universe is trying to whip me into shape, and by forcing me to confront (literally) painful situations I'm learning, developing into an adult, becoming a responsible and discerning woman, etc. ALL THAT GOOD STUFF. 'Growing up' has been oddly concentrated into one year of my life so far, that year being this one, 2014, my good old 21st anniversary on woeful planet Earth.

At the end of the day, after I've cried out every last milliliter of tears, I realize that at least I still have my sense of style. I constantly reference taste as an alternative currency because I firmly believe that it is valuable in ways money isn't. Even if you're flat broke and sifting through bargain bins, it's your vision and ability to artfully arrange that renders you stylish - NOT the amount of money you're privileged enough to spend on frivolity. The tougher life gets, the more passionately I appreciate my tastes because no matter what they cannot be taken away from me. 

Now. Onto the real cow print elephant in the room - I'm wearing like 4 acrylic nails total in these pics, that's how hardcore my life is. K bye.



6ks cow print blouse, Rings & Tings necklace, Retro City sunglasses, Yes Style beret and slacks


Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

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

leisure luxe

Ugh... sometimes I simply cannot be bothered to wear anything other than sweatpants. But unlike SOME people *camera pans to crowd of teenagers emerging from Starbucks in knockoff Uggs and local university hoodies* my leisure look doesn't compromise luxury. Very important to spruce up a sartorial cop out witj heels and (if you're cool like me) a satin bomber jacket with MAJE embroidery. There's only one other thing this outfit calls for and it's an orange Mustang. Obviously.



Blackfive jacket, 6ks sweatpants, Dailylook necklace

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

heart set on ette

Been growing my bangs out for summer but the transition into middle-part-territory STILL hasn't happened. I've been trying to pull off the overgrown borderline feral fringe look by wearing more earthy prints and silhouettes. This tie-dye kimono from Ette does the trick. I love the way it drapes over a maxi dress and platform boots... reminds me of my beloved 2012 road trip lifestyle.



Check out how me and Jessi styled another Ette look at Taco Bell for The Fabulous Stains! We be thinkin' outside the bun ALWAYS.  Fab Stains x Ette Clothing



http://www.thefabulousstains.com/fab-stains-bebe-jessi-for-ette-cloting/

Everything is infinite,

Bebe