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

high life

Finally this much-deserving lime green vest makes an appearance on le blog. Been too long for such a strapping staple... I received this studded wonder for my birthday last year c/o amazing friends from 24HRS (the shop that also stocks those out of control holographic and vinyl snapbacks I have). It's been paired with leatherette leggings and pleated skirts and silvery space cadet dresses. To the point of fading into even more muted shades of chartreuse. Beauty doesn't fade. Beauty is fading. 

These "palm print" leggings (HA WHO ARE WE KIDDING THIS IS A FLAGRANTLY 420 FRIENDLY ZONE... to the point of being pushy) are from a swimsuit and legging online specialty store called "Wizards of the West" -- I have several choice pieces from their iconic collections. Including a strawberry bodysuit and color coded leggings (be patient). Keep peepin'!



Lip Service cropped moto vest, 24HRS cap, Holes eyewear, Wizards of the West "Cannabis" leggings

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

heiress

In this outfit I'm roleplaying an Eastern European (possibly Russian?) heiress who wears exclusively velvet pantsuits and extravagant furs. Of course my leopard is only faux, but my alter ego knows no difference. She's only old money in the script I write for her. If there's one thing we fundamentally have in common it's intimate appreciation for this Chanel framed bag, my little pet art purse named Marcel. I could go on, but you probably heard enough in my Modulart post when it was first introduced. 

Thank you Bardot for adorning me in the leopard opulence crucial to this lavish role. Australia always getting it right.



Bardot leopard crop coat, Sheinside velvet pantsuit, Chanel Priveé frame bag

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

début

J'adore my long-lived relationship with big hats and bold stripes... always seeking to capture that je ne sais quois mystique of a movie character. I'm thrilled for Autumn and long sleeves and cuffed pants and heavy brims and pointless tinted shades in overcast parks. I'm thrilled for any change - for something new to style. Got places to go, people to be.  



Romwe ruffled top, H&M pants, Missguided heels

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

vogue boss

Yesterday's look was for sure my favorite outfit, but today's theme is my favorite aura. 1980s situationist slam poet, a tortured artist whose 'soul' complaints include the "the toxic breath of post-fordist capitalism" and a "labyrinthine secret order imprisoning my carnal unit." Favorite movies: Videodrome and The Lawnmower Man. Favorite musicians: Art of Noise, Biota. Favorite artists: Cindy Sherman and whoever is responsible for this youtube video. Favorite quote: "Never Work."

Might I ever be a "Vogue Boss" in an outfit this kitschy? Might I even desire to be a "Vogue Boss" if capable of an outfit this kitschy? I think I'm more inclined for a position as 'Adbusters Creative Director of Fashion Hacking.'

Jah bless to one of the ex bf's for this top, I am well aware that it's the greatest shirt you've ever seen and that I have good taste in suitors. They usually give me excellent clothing to reward me for being such a wonderful girlfriend before inevitably breaking up with me, blocking me, and sending me seething text messages during one of their cocaine comedowns in the ensuing months. Worthy trade-off!

Vogue Boss Slam Poet's parting Debordian cry:

"INCESSANT TECHNOLOGICAL RENEWAL, INTEGRATION OF STATE AND ECONOMY, GENERALIZED SECRECY, UNANSWERABLE LIES, AND ETERNAL PRESENT... OH, THE HORROR"

Vintage top, Romwe leggings, Yes Style beret and heels

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

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