ed hardly

I reeeeeally want to be truthfully able to say "overalls are my new thing," but I'm sure 'new thing' suggests 'worn more than twice.' In my heart, I am committed to overalls. Long ones. Baggy. Unflattering. Approved by a farmer. Although I only own a humble four pairs, they've somehow managed to monopolize my head space. They're the first article I look for when browsing shops online. They're tempting to wear to high brow production meetings when a fitted blazer is more appropriate. And dammit they comfortably embrace my entire body like a medium wash denim diaper. Like the onesie, they save me from having to select a top AND pants. When your top already *is* your pants, the time you'd otherwise spend inside your closet can be practically devoted to the more important things in life. Like herding cattle and farming.

But unlike my prudently dressed pastoral pals, I've got a penchant for luxury and couldn't resist glamming up. Combined with pumps and chunky Chanel earrings, my overalls leave no doubt that I'm a city slicker in disguise. But I own it. For Pete's sake I'm even wearing a rhinestone embossed Ed Hardy racing jacket.

You can thank Echo Club House (formerly Swaychic) for blessing the public with this look -- I'm holding down the fort in the Linebacker Bra, Cosby Sweater Snapback, and Gare Du Nord overalls. Check out their new site, show them some new love, support them by getting ya hands on some new goodies! At the very least, follow them on insta for 00s inspo.

Outfit c/o Echo Club House

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

cotton candid

Oh how I yearn for the days of not getting my ass kicked. I'm talking about the weather, not the fact that I'm a bully's pipsqueak dream victim. Every time I leave the house I get assaulted by 1) perfectly tolerable winter temperatures that feel like summer to Minnesotans but hell frozen over to me 2) extremely RUDE wind currents that have absolutely no respect for my hairstyle. So I'm left longing for the days of tie-dye tank dresses and frivolous faux fur... ya know. Back when your life didn't literally depend on your vestiary armor. 

This pastel power combo features a hippie dippie Romwe tank and platform boots from Echo Club House (formerly Swaychic). Matched le transparent pink Claire's purse to le transparent pink cap and called it macaroni.




Romwe rainbow print dress, Daily Look coat, 24 HRS snapback, Cobrashop aviators, Echo Club House "Under Construction" boots

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

knit that kinda girl

Since cutting monosodium glutamate out of my diet (well, at least before bed), fewer nightmares have interrupted my precious beauty sleep. If you didn't already know -- MSG, a popular flavor enhancer used in processed foods, is an excitotoxin that overstimulates and exhausts neuron receptors in the brain. Despite my intimate knowledge of what havoc it can wreak on the life of a sensitive binge eater like me, I have yet to swear off the terrifying little devil entirely. Nontheless I knew I had to make a drastic holistic change after one particularly heinous dream slapped the fear of God into my cheeto-inhaling, monster-imbibing self. In this hell circle of my slumbering subconscious, I accidentally traded a prized pair of knit yellow shorts for a crew neck t-shirt. I don't know how it happened or what tricks Criss Mossimo Xhilaration Angel played on me to swindle me out of such a beloved garment, especially in exchange for something so average and ghastly. All I know is that I woke up in a cold sweat and immediately sorted through each and every dresser drawer to quell my nocturnal panic. So. No more "flamin hot" flavor for me. 

The good that came out of my night terror was a renewed appreciation for these shorts, which are actually one half of a sweater set from OASAP that I will debut 'in whole' eventually. It might take me a nightmare about accidentally donating the matching sweater to Goodwill before I quit taking that too for granted. ;-))) In the meantime, this Romwe knit number whets my whistle. 



Romwe sunglasses and sweater, OASAP shorts, YES "Pound" platform sandal, Rebecca Minkoff purse


Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva

gallerina

Before Lagerfeld's iconic SS14 collection starring technicolor smock dresses and art supplies-as-accessories, few fashionistas would have equated the primary kitsch of printed paint palettes with couture as quality as Chanel (well, except for a brazen few of us). "High art" became en vogue all over again this past year, and with festivals like exclusive Art Basel replacing inclusive Coachella, it won't be long before that culture, too, is subsumed by mainstream attention and interest. Jk that is definitely already happening and I'm modestly pretending to live under a rock.

A year ago, I probably would have resented the Chanel collection for "appropriating" from an aesthetic that suggests liberation from currency. But this year, I hate "art culture." I revel in its aesthetic appropriation, its commercial flattening, its manipulation through association with new signifiers. I want it gone, or at least reduced to apparel where it can go out of style again. It is a culture of legitimizing institutions (schools, agencies, galleries), appraisal of beauty with paper and plastic, possession and materialism, distance from humility. It isn't something to defend or preserve. It's something to translate into commodities: obsolescence. 

Surely I am the only person alive paying sartorial homage to 'high art' because it feels like a passive aggressive goodbye.



Break Ice Trends plaid blazer, Romwe paint palette top, Yes Style harem capris, Persunmall heels, Chanel Privee collection framed flap bag, Chanel earrings + bangle

Happy 2015, friends!!!!! I'm gaining my momentum back... one season at a time.

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

REDKEN Color Rebel Hair Makeup

Y'all may have known me long enough to remember my BLONDE PHASE... I remember the ceremonial night perfectly. It was a haze of beer and ASMR as my friend rubbed bleach through my brunette locks. Then midway we ran out of bleach and had to drive to CVS with half my scalp aluminum foiled to buy more... after a couple deep conditionings my hair was fire blonde! The bad news? My mom hated it SO MUCH she sent me to the most expensive salon in town and forced me to have Steve Wynn's hairdresser dye it another more "palatable" platinum shade. Then my already thin hair fell out from the maintenance. Ugh. It was a big fat follicular mess.

Come 2014, I'm back to brown and have a pound of 22 inch extensions installed to cover for my balding scalp. But brown can be so so soooooooo BORING. That's why I went blonde in the first place! (And also I kinda have a Debbie Harry vibe with lighter locks... LITERALLY ME.) Fortunately, HAIR MAKEUP EXISTS DEEZ DAYZ. I'd heard of hair chalk and tinted spray from Claire's, but not the next level of non-permanent color. 

Enter Redken Color Rebel Hair Makeup. Makeup. Is that not the most perfect way to describe a noncommittal color transformation? "Oh, I'm just putting some foundation on my hair -- I'll be out in a minute!" That's literally what Color Rebel is. Foundation. FOR YA HAIRS, PEOPLE. YA HAIRS.

And, like pretty much every Redken hair product, Color Rebel is heaven. You apply it through a sponge connected to a screw-top bottle that releases small rations of liquidy, jelly goodness every time you twist it. The application is extremely clean and the product itself doesn't end up all over your counter, your sink, your mirrors, your car interior, wherever it is you decide to give yourself an existential breakdown makeover... jk. But seriously. It's so easy to manage and even easier to apply. Just screw the top and swipe that shiiiii all over the place!

I tested out violet ("Purple Riot") and red ("Red-y To Rock"). Couldn't resist mixing them together and doing a cray cray Demi Lovato look. When I saw how it turned out I FREEEEEEEEEEEEEKED. I pressed my hand against the glass and let my breath fog up the bathroom mirror as I asked my spankin' new ombre locks "where have you been? All my life?" (Rihanna voice naturally.)


















Forget permanent hair dye and just load up on the tinted makeup. It washes out in two shampoos, so theoretically you could be Nicole Richie over the weekend and Plain Jane by Monday morning, just in time for work.

Watcha think?? Should I make temporary hair color a permanent routine?? Get a couple bottles of your own at Redken's Color Rebel makeup station! Plenty of shades to choose from including "Gilty As Charged" (yellow gold) and "Punked Up Pink" (fuchsia). In the words of a boring blonde who desp needs some hair makeup of her own: LOVES IT.

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Everything is infinite,

Bebe

LASHEM colour strokes brow tint review!

Since my induction into makeup guru-ship (jk) I've learned that my favorite beauty secret is using mascara as a sculpting medium for my eyebrows. The tinted gel lifts every follicle and, like glue or hairspray, hardens them in place. Trouble is, MY EYEBROW HAIRS ARE OBVI NOT JET BLACK. And there's no 'maybe' in question: I'm not born with it -- blame Maybelline. 

As much as I love how effective traditional mascara can be at sculpting, defining, and holding together the specific shape of my eyebrows, I don't love how dark it is, how easily it stains my skin, and how long it takes to dry. Fortunately, there's a product on the market that has all the precision and reliability of a heavy duty mascara but none of the mess. It's Colour Strokes Brow Tint by Lashem!

BEFORE








AFTER

Flake-proof, smudge-proof, and paraben free, this magic wand really does deliver in a few strokes or less. I tested out the brunette shade and it took no more than 10 seconds to apply (per eyebrow of course, anyone who spends less than 10 seconds on both their brows needs to speak to a life coach asap!!) I was surprised to see that the gel itself is a metallic bronze brown -- not dark and matte, but glittery and high-sheen. 

As soon as the brow tint dried in natural light, I died, went to heaven, negotiated with a couple angels and hired a ghost intern to write this post for me. It's a perfect product. Sculpts, lifts, emboldens (have wanted to use that word for a while now) - basically does everything a fancy paintbrush would do. And it's elitist approved!

What do you think of my bare brows versus the finished product?? I can get used to just a few swipes a day... the whole five-step "filling in with eyeshadow first" process feels unjustified now that I know I can do better in less time. 

Thanks for the chance to level up my brow game, Lashem! It's what I do best. ;)

Colour Strokes Brow Tint with Lash Enhancing Serum also comes in Blonde and Raven and retails for $20. Look for Lashem products at Walgreens, Nordstrom, or online: http://www.lashem.com/

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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