Fall Fantasies: The Velvet Blazer

Blazer: Schoolboy Blazer in Velvet, J. Crew

Well, it's about that time again. My internship at ELLE is ending in a week, and I head home to Arkansas for three weeks (yeah, don't want to talk about that...) next Saturday before going back to Brown for my last year (don't want to talk about that either).

Naturally, this combined with long-released August issues and soon-to-come Septembers have me thinking about my fall wardrobe. And, if you know me, you know I like a good blazer. In fact, my penchant for them used to be so severe that I would never be seen without one...as in, never. Not even during the summer. Thankfully, I had a serious sartorial revelation this year, doing the previously unthinkable and ditching jackets as the weather's gotten warmer, and it has been blissful. Who knew that I could actually avoid often feeling like a roasted kabob- ableit a stylish one, mind you- if I just, you know, bore my arms a little?

Anyway,if you know me, you also know I looove velvet. And for the past two years, some sort of velvet jacket has been a staple in my wardrobe- especially during fall and winter. Two years ago, it was a cropped velvet bolero from Urban Outfitters. Last year, it was a long-ish, loose velvet blazer from the Gap. For this year? I'm thinking this sophisticated one from J. Crew- which comes in petite sizes, so it can have a super-tailored fit on my small frame(I'm 5'2" on a good day).

Now the only question is...which color?! I'm kind of in love with all of them. Already ruled out black, since my past two velvet jackets have been black and I wear entirely too much of it as is. Yellow's my favorite color, so the chartreuse, yes? Or the bristol blue? The dusky rose would add some much-needed softness to my wardrobe and the poppy's awesome, but I'm worried about it's versatility...let me know what you think!

Oh, and in terms of styling, I'm thinking blazer, solid v-neck t, high-waisted black cigarette jeans, rope belt, flat oxfords (for class) or heeled oxfords (for weekend), and the awesome new necklace I wrote on yesterday. Perfect, right? Right.

Jewelry Wins!

Is there anything I love more than jewelry? Yes. And it's called jewelry that's on sale.

Friends, meet the latest additions to my slowly-expanding accessories collection:

Necklace: Lauren Manoogian

Ring: Dara Ettinger

I scored these awesome new pieces at the Urban Outfitters on 72nd & Broadway yesterday. Normally, I don't really buy much jewelry at UO. I've found that they're low- to average-priced pieces tend to turn various parts of my body an unsightly shade of green, while the higher- (well, UO higher-) end pieces that are usually displayed under the glass cases at the check-out counter are often absurdly over-priced. Like, I'm going to pay $100 for tiny earrings that are so cleverly, so ironically, so hipsterly, if you will, shaped like earlobes? I don't think so.

However, I couldn't help but stop at said glass cases when I saw all these tiny red labels screaming, "Oh, hey! We are super cute! And we are on sale! Sale, I tell you!" at me.

And oh, cute they are. The necklace is such an awesome statement piece, and it weighs practically nothing because it's oh-so-artsily made out of paper clips. And the ring is made out of some sort of real stone and is plated in 24K gold, so no green fingers for me!

The cool thing is, both these pieces were designed by two Brooklyn-based artists- Lauren Manoogian and Dara Ettinger, respectively. Take a look at their sites, they both have some amazing stuff. I've especially fallen in love with Manoogian, who A). went to RISD, Brown's neighbor, so I kind of have to like her, and B). has designed some of the boldest, most rad (yes, I just said rad, get over it) necklaces I have ever seen. Mine was part of her Spring 2010 collection, available for view here. I actually found out her stuff is sold in a lot of small, trendy boutiques, like the ever-chic Mick Margo in the West Village, so how it got to UO is beyond me, but I'm glad it did!

And Ettinger's jewelry is really cool, too– all gold-plated with big, natural stones. Unfortunately, if you are of the tiny-fingered variety like me, you might have a hard time buying one of her rings. I tried on all 15 or so they had at UO and the one I bought was the only one that wouldn't slip off my largest ring-wearing finger (right index). I have this problem any time I want to buy rings though (which, let's be honest, is all the time), so I'm used to it.

Anyway, can't wait to style these pieces! I already have ample ideas boiling in my brain, but please give me your suggestions in the comments!

Beauty Bit: Holy Brush!

Realized I've been awfully uncreative lately, having just featured two shoe posts in a row, so I thought I'd mix it up with a little beauty buzz.

I came across the FAIRYDROPS "Scandal Queen" mascara today and couldn't help but think of how befitting this product's name is. Who wouldn't be scandalized by THAT BRUSH?! It's re-diculous. I know, you're probably thinking, "Seriously? It's not really that crazy. It's basically a normal brush. Just twisted. With some weird-ass curve in the middle." Yeah, fine. But I just haven't jumped on board the zany brush boat yet, staying loyal to my Benefit "BADgal" for years. (Note: The reason I first bought BADgal was because I didn't want to fork over the 25 bucks for the ever-legendary Dior "DiorShow". You see, I felt- and still feel- that sticking with the $19 BADgal is a triumph of sorts. "Look, I am frugal and not isane because I don't spend over $20 (tax-not-included) on something as silly as mascara!" Yep. Now that's when you know you have some upper-middle class issues).

Anywho... it is claimed that Scandal Queen's "unique brush catches even the tiniest lashes, defines, lengthens, and provides all-day curl." And I'm kind of dying to know if this is true. So tell me, my more beauty-adventurous pals, have you ever tried this or any other mascara with a cray-cray brush? Are they really worth all the hype? If so, I might have to start scraping my wallet for that extra $6 to buy even higher-end tar in a tube...oh well. Who needs dignity anyway?

OXFORDS [+ a Gratuitous Ramble About Caustic Materialism]

If you know me, you know that I am obsessed with oxfords. As in, they make up a very good portion of the shoes I wear. So, of course I nearly flooded my desk with saliva over these Gucci Ombré leather brogues I saw online today...Seriously, I'm starting to believe that those of us who truly love fashion are more than just a bit masochistic. An [imagined] conversation between two fashionistas:

"So, what did you do today?"

"Oh, you know, I surfed Saks, staring at some Yves Saint Laurent Tributes until my tears started turning into blood..."

"That's great! I actually wandered around Bergdorf's and began unconsciously wrapping the strap of the updated Rocco around my neck when I saw the price tag."

I mean...WTF. It is twisted, isn't it? I sometimes curse myself when I reflect upon how much material-, consumer-, and lots of other -isms have me in their grimy grips...but this is generally at work, where I inevitably see an editor walk by carrying a Birkin and subsequently run to the bathroom to weep with jealousy. My head: "It's just a bag, it's just a bag, it's value is completely constructed. But, but, but...I want it!!!! Wahhhhhhhh!"

To keep from completely feeling like a materialistic buffoon, I do try to look on the bright side: Hey, at least I know I'm crazy...At least I examine the issues of craving such lavish items... At least I question the societal conditioning and bullshit advertising that make me want them...

But I still want them. And, look! I have approximately $4 in coins on my desk. Hello, savings account. Gucci brogues- watch out.

UO Does Balenciaga [Well, Sort-Of]

I was trolling Urban Outfitters today when I stumbled upon these new Deena & Ozzy "Treaded Mary Jane" shoes they recently added to their site:

They immediately called to mind the amazing Spring 2011 RTW Balenciaga cut-out boots that were beloved by many a fashionista (and Mary-Kate Olsen) earlier this year:

While the UO shoes are far, far less fabulous, their inspiration does seem clear. Now, while I am staunchly against designer copying, which UO is unfortunately often guilty of, I do think that these are different enough to be something I might consider purchasing, since I love a good cut-out detail in basically anything. After all, runway trends are meant to influence mainstream fashion...they're just not meant to be replicated so closely that they strip designers totally of their artistic merit. Plus, let's be real, I can pay the $49 for the Mary Janes. The $1275 that the Balenciagas cost when they were being sold at Barneys? Not so much.

Below, pictures from the February ELLE (represent!) piece on Nina Dobrev, which feature the boots- those SOLES!!!- prominently. You know, just for kicks (ha!) and to remind us all of how much more glamorous our feet could look...

Buy the Bag [of Rabies]

Oh Monday...

You are quite dreary and overcast and slow this week, but at least you are only 80 degrees and I am wearing ALL BLACK and SLEEVES and DENIM PANTS without wishing I could surrender my soul to a dementor so that I'd at least lead a cold existence. Success! Take that, stupid heatwave.

Alright, I've now sworn off mentioning the weather for a while...pinky promise.

Instead, let's talk about one of my favorite passtimes: thrifting.

Now, I looooove thrifting. It's a hobby I've slowly cultivated for the past few years and it's led to the acquirement of some of my all-time favorite items- the number one of which is a long, gold chain necklacke with a no-longer functioning clock that features the symbols of the zodiac calendar on its face and that I have rather tragically missplaced somewhere. Alas, c'est la vie...or just ma vie...a losing vie...leading to envy...of people who don't lose things in their vie...and read issues of V (Magazine). Yeah, I'm going to stop that now.

What exactly was my point? Oh, right: thrifting. I love it. And as a lover of it, I was really excited for the Housing Works "Buy the Bag" sale last Saturday. You see, Housing Works is this really great organization that supports those living with HIV/AIDS and runs a number of thrift stores in NYC to make money for their cause. And, on Saturdays during late summer, they start having these "Buy the Bag" sales, where you get to go to their warehouse in Queens and pay a flat $25 fee for whatever you can fit in a rather large, brown paper bag they give you- pretty much a thrifters dream come true.

So, around 9:30 on a Saturday morning, yours truly trecked to Queens- on a day when it was already in the 90s before noon and she was still a little hopped-up on Delsym Night Time- to wait for the sale to begin at 11 AM.

And then, yours truly proceeded to wait until 12:30 in the afternoon before she could be let in the sale because of over-crowding and the very real risk of heat stroke in an unconditioned warehouse.

And then, after much anticipation and nodding politely to a very well-meaning-but-annoying woman who couldn't stop speaking in front of her in line, yours truly walked inside the sale, walked around, and walked back out- putting her back on the 7-train before 12:50.

Why, you ask?

Well, see for yourself:

Honestly, nothing can do justice to how bad the entire thing was. First of all, as I found out only after I was at the front of the line and had already been waiting for over an hour, there was no jewelry. That's pretty much all I was in it for to begin with, expecting to walk out with oodles of over-sized cocktail rings and vintage baubles galore. Nope. Nothing. Not even one measly brooch.

Second of all, being the Housing Works warehouse, it was completely unorganized. Of course, I had been expecting a certain level of unorganization. What I was not expecting were mountains, literally MOUNTAINS, of clothes jammed in a room to the point where you actually couldn't see the ground and were forced to teeter on at least a foot-tall dome of textiles everywhere you went.

And third, and to me worst, of all- nothing was laundered. Also something that I was expecting, as I imagined Housing Works doesn't have the time or resources to launder things that aren't going in their stores. However, paired with the unimaginable amount of stuff that was piled into one space, this meant that you were basically paddling your way through thousands of items that, if not washed at all, had at least been sitting in a dusty old building for God knows how long and very well might have been diseased (no joke- I once read about a blogger getting crabs from a pair of pants she wore without washing from a thrift store). Some people had brought gloves. I had not.

All in all, I was just super skeeved about the entire thing. I had been totally prepared for an intense, out-of-the-box shopping experience, but this was just a little lot much for me. Maybe, maybe, I would have stayed longer if I had seen anything good, but the amount of unhygenic crap I would have had to dig through to find it was so not worth the trouble. Below are the three things I saw that looked even-vaguely promising, all of which were too big for me and could easily be found at a normal thrift shop anyway:

Whew. That was a long post. Bottom line: Buy the Bag kicked my ass. And possibly gave it some sort of flesh-eating virus. I spent the rest of the afternoon washing my hands three times in the bathroom at the Starbucks at Columbus Circle once I was back in Manhattan, buying Pinkberry for lunch, and sneaking it into the theatre at Lincoln Square where I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (hence the lame witty dementor reference earlier) by myself- and it was awesome. Cost: $19. Rabies not included.

*Note: I do realize that I have an immense amount of privilige in being able to dismiss this sale as a bad experience I don't want to go through again, as I am sure some, if not several, of the people in attendance didn't necessarily have the luxury of passing up an opportunity to receive such a large amount of clothing at such a cheap price. I do not at all mean for this post to be insensitive or to offend anyone, I'm just trying to present the experience from my point of view. Please, feel free to call me out on anything you think is inappropriate in the comments- any and all are appreciated.

Heat Chic HELL!!!

Alice + Olivia "Alameda" Printed Crepe Dress

In case you've been hiding under a rock lately, it has been damn hot in the USofA this week. Not, like, the usual "Oh, it's July, sure I'm sweaty, but I'm managing to rock that carefree, dewy look" hot, but more like, "OH MY GOD I CAN ACTUALLY FEEL MY SKIN PEELING OFF WHY IS EVERY SEAT ON THE SUBWAY WET I HOPE THAT IS LINT AND NOT A TRAPPED INSECT SWIMMING IN THE POOL OF SWEAT BETWEEN MY BOOBS."

You know, that kind of hot.

And, I originally wanted to be really lame cute and title this post "Heat Chic" to present the fabulous Alice+Olivia dress pictured above that I've been drooling over on NET-A-PORTER as the perfect hot day get-up... But then I had to sit on a stalled subway- with its doors open to cancel out any benefit of an already-shitty AC- for 15 minutes this morning because of a medical emergency on one of the cars which I'm pretty sure must have been someone fainting, and I realized that no dress, no outfit, no item of clothing period could be appropriate for battling this weather.

Sure, the A+O dress is gorgeous, not black, short, has a deep V-neck front and back, and features a print to minimize the visibility of sweat stains. But honey, that ain't gonna save you when every time you walk outside, you feel like your entire body has been bitch-slapped a thousand times over by the sun.

As much as I hate being inside among recycled air, it seems to be the only way to deal with this weather. Do you disagree? Have you found some magical item of clothing that is perfect for going outside when it's this hot, even if everyone around you is on the verge of collapsing? Please, do tell. And FedEx me ASAP.

Oh, Boy.

So, uhhh, let's talk about this for a second.

As I just discovered on Netflix, a movie was released earlier this year exploring the possibility that Michael Jackson faked his own death à la 2Pac or Elvis. Really? I mean, is it not possible for an iconic celebrity to die without people going all, "They're alive!!!" over it?

At least this documentary looks promising. It was created by an investigative journalist/filmmaker (is there a person left on earth whose title doesn't contain a "/"?) named Pearl, Jr. A super high quality trailer for the film contains a great voice over and some awesome Arial and Chalkboard font blurbs, including the clever "Millions BeLIEve!!!" set against a black background. 165 people like the film on Facebook. Oh, and it was on Pay-Per-View first thing, so you know it's good y'all.

I just hope MJ, as well as any other celebrity who thinks they're cool enough to be alive while actually being dead, is also savvy enough to know they're in danger of being found out. As one observant film fan noted on YouTube:

"HE IS ALIVE HE JUST FAKED HIS DEATH SO DAT HE CUD LIV A NORMAL LIFE HE IS IN DISGUISE SUMWHERE..........AT THE MEMORIAL SERVICE DID DEY OPEN DA CASKET NO BUT A JAMES BROWNS YES AT BIGGIE SMALLS YES AT 2PACS NO...2PAC IS ALIVE HE PLAYS SOCCER HES IN DISGUISE WITH DREADS AND BLEACHED SKIN......AT MJ MEMORIAL SERVICE IT SEEMED LIKE HOS FAMILY WAS LAUGHIN Y WUD DEY LAUGH AT A FUNERAL DATS DA TRUTH."

Yep.

Losing London

Theophilus London in Complex Magazine, February 2010

So, if you read last night's post (which I know SOMEONE did because the stats on my blog have gone up exponentially from nothing to nearly nothing- hurray!), you'll recall that I was sick last night. Well, guess what? Still sick. And it ain't gettin' better. Which is really unfortunate because I actually have had another event to attend (I really don't do all that many interesting things, I swear. This week has just been particularly busy).

Tonight, I was supposed to go see Theophilus London perform at the Bowery Ballroom. In case you haven't heard of him, he's this Brooklyn-bred indie MC who's been kind of buzzed about over the past year (performed at Cannes, on Letterman, got a Pitchfork review (albeit a horrible one), blah, blah, blah) and whose first full-length album just dropped a week ago.

He also has great style and has been featured in some magazine spreads and is pretty cute and OMG WHO LOOKS THAT GOOD IN YELLOW?!

Sorry. But, in all seriousness, he's basically a well-dressed dude who makes poppy, eclectic sounding rap music that is pretty so-so from a critical perspective, but is nevertheless easy to sing along and dance fake-badly to.

And hipsters everywhere rejoice.

As would I, if I weren't about to Netflix some old Office episodes (got to enjoy my respect for the show before James Spader comes on and kills it) and lie in bed so my stomach can recover from downing my go-to NYC comfort food for dinner:

Chocolate Chip Cold Granola Oatmeal from Westside Market

Less pathetic posts to come. At some point. I think.

Photo credit: Theophilus London- herfection.com

Crushed Qream Dream

The NY Public Library all lit up for Qream

Though it has been hot enough in NYC to pass out lately, I have managed to fall under the weather in the other sense: I'm sick. Sneezing, sniffling, snotting, sick. I blame it on constantly switching back and forth between the frigid Time & Life building and the inferno-like streets of the City.

Yes, yes, my tiny violin has splintered into pieces now. Point is, I wasn't really feeling up to doing much of anything today. However, I was nevertheless excited to attend a launch party at the NY Public Library for Pharrell Williams' "Qream". What the hell is "Qream" you ask?

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Qream:


It's Pharrell's new liquor for women. The name alludes to his belief that all women are queens ("Queen," "Qream," get it?) and it is meant to be a fabulous, low-calorie fix for their sweet, alcoholic cravings. It comes in two flavors, strawberries and peach (wow, he really got creative, didn't he?), and a curvy glass bottle topped with a gold gem.

I'll be real here, I've got 99+ problems with the product. But, I still wanted to attend the event. I mean, it's Pharrell– music producer extraordinaire and creator of this song, which I was not ridiculously obsessed with in 7th grade. So, I grabbed my suitemate Shaun and we headed to midtown, arriving around an hour after the event was supposed to start at 8:30.

Unfortunately, by the time got there, the party was "at capacity" and the only people who were allowed in were those who were "VIP and/or walking the Red Carpet". Sadly, though my name was on the list (a perk of my internship)and though I am pretty much the most kick-ass person alive, I was considered neither, and thus neither was Shaun. I've got to admit, I was a little disappointed. I wanted to drink saccharine, gender-normative liquor, damnit! And I also wanted to meet Jay-Z and Swizz Beatz, who were apparently there. Oh well, at least we did sneak a peak of Russell Simmons as he walked in. And we looked damn cute doing it:

Top: Charlotte Ronson; Belt: Vine & Thistle; Skirt: Kimberly Ovitz; Nude wedges: Lucky Brand; Bag: Michael by Michael Kors

Dress: Kimchi Blue; Blazer: Kimchi Blue; Belt: Kimchi Blue; Shoes: Rachel Comey "Bait" boot; Bag: Rebecca Minkoff; Watch: La Mer Collections

So there. Now I'm going to go back to blowing my nose in toilet paper because I'm too tired to buy tissues and watching Parks and Rec. Boo ya.

Photo credit: Qream bottles- thegoodiebagblog.com

Street [Fair] Style

My best friend Melinda came to visit me from good ole’ Arkansas last weekend and, though we had an amazing time every day she was here, one of the weekend’s highlights was undoubtedly the Lower East Side’s Hester Street Fair on Saturday. We laughed, we ate, and we explored the awesome new and vintage vendors that rotate throughout the fair each week. Though you’re less likely to score the types of deals here that you are the Chelsea or Hell’s Kitchen fleas, the HSF is considerably smaller and thus easier and more enjoyable to navigate your way around, at least for me. I didn’t end up getting anything, but Melinda scored these cute, simple earrings for $5:

'Linda striking a pose à la Girl with the Pearl Earring. Watch out, Scarlet Jo.

More importantly, however, the HSF features FOOD. Delicious, wonderful, scrumptious food. We salivated over EVERYTHING and, since all we had had for breakfast that morning were two left-over Macaron Café macarons each because we spent the morning hung overedly and exhaustedly super energetically going to South Street Seaport to buy half-price Broadway tickets, we were definitely ready to eat. And eat we did:

Crab roll from Luke's Lobster & Fresh Ginger Ale ginger ale

Seasoned & buttered corn-on-the-cob from Brooklyn Taco Co.

On left: Shaved ice w/ strawberries, watermelon, red beans, matcha mochi, & sweetened condensed milk from The Shaved Ice Shop; On right: Mini Dutch pancakes w/ bananas, hot fudge, & powdered sugar from The Poffertjes Man

Not Pictured: Guaco Taco from Brooklyn Taco Co. & Ginger Arnold Palmer from Daisy Duke's BBQ

Yeah…did I mention we ate?

I also realized that my outfit that day was pretty much the perfect street fair get-up.

Dress: Kimchi Blue; Belt: Kimchi Blue; Platform wedges: Aldo; Bag: Marc Jacobs

Here’s why:

1. The dress is lightweight, sleeveless, open-backed, and airy- perfect for tackling the ungodly heat wave that has started to sweep over the City.
2. It’s also long, so you can sit and eat in grass, on random ledges, etc. etc. without flashing poor, unsuspecting strangers.
3. It ALSO features a dark print that can easily disguise unsightly grass or food stains. What’s that, you say? You manage not to stain or drop things on most of your clothing because you are no longer five years old? Oh, guess that’s just me.
4. The black platform wedges are super comfortable and can elevate me above 5’2” so I don’t look like my usual hobbit self elevate you a bit in crowds so you can see better.

Now, go outside. Shop. Eat. And do it in style.

Glammy Pannies

I found these Victoria’s Secret Lacie hip huggers that I purchased earlier this summer and subsequently forgot about buried in my underwear drawer the other day. Normally, I’m not one to gab about my intimates online, but I feel like this is one particularly posh pair of panties. Why? Because they remind me of Emilio Pucci:


The abstract, geometric print and neon yellow, blue, and white colors definitely seem to evoke the Pucci flair. And, how timely that I’d find them now, when Fashionista.com featured this great post about the August Vogue Hellas and Vogue Portugal covers today- both featuring a gorgeous Karmen Pedaru, some awesomely aquamarine Pucci, and yellow/white cover lines. Now, all I need is a pair of bright, tailored pants from the fashion house’s 2012 Resort collection to cover my Pucci-esque derrière and I'll be all set.

Photo Credits: Perfume- Sephora.com, Scarf- Theoutnet.com

Nail Time

Obviously, the title for this post is completely creative and original and not inspired by what used to be my favorite part of Blue’s Clues. Though I have a difficult time keeping up my nails when I’m at college, I tend to get a bit obsessive about them during the summer. And, with all the bold, bright hues and prints that were on the S/S runways this year (I’m looking at you, Prada!!!), how could I not want to make full use of every glam-able bit of my body and go a little nail nutty?

However, given my horrendous indecisiveness, one of the things I often struggle with is picking a damn color. On top of that, I find that, if I don’t take the time to get a professional manicure, I often paint my nails last-minute at night and end up going to sleep before they’re fully dry and waking up with really sexy pillow case indentations in my polish.

So, I was super excited to try out these fun, funky “Collide-o-Scope” Sally Hansen nail polish strips that I saw at Duane Reade. Multicolored so I don’t have to worry about choosing just one hue? Check. Smooth and already dry so I can avoid cursing at the lines and marks I usually wake up with in the morning? Check. Though, at $10 a set, they’re at least $2 pricier than a quality Essie or OPI polish that’s reusable and will last for years, they do promise to last at least 10 days and are quick and easy to apply– perfect for getting ready for an event or if you’re just polish-challenged like me.

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Top: Top Shop; Belt: Kimchi Blue; Shorts: Lucca Couture; Bathing suit top worn as under-thing: Marc by Marc Jacobs

Hello world!

So, this is it. After years of coaxing by my friends and subconscious, I’ve finally bitten the bullet and taken a foray into blogging. Although I realize this site will never be viewed by more than the perpetual layer of dust that covers my MacBook Pro screen and my mother, I figured I’d devote this inaugural post to taking a little time to introduce myself to you, dear non-existent reader.

So, here are the basics:
I’m a 21-year-old International Relations student at Brown University in Providence, RI. I spent this past semester studying abroad in Sweden and am currently in NYC interning with ELLE magazine for the summer. I was born in Hungary and am a Hungarian citizen and US permanent resident (My mom is Hungarian. My dad is Nigerian. They met in Bulgaria. Don’t worry, a “Say what?!” is totally appropriate.) When I first moved to the US, I lived in St. Louis, MO. However, I was raised mainly in Lubbock, TX and went to high school in Mountain Home, AR (that’s “Arkansas” and not “Arizona” and yes, it’s as un-glam as it sounds).

I’ve loved fashion from a young age- my first word was “papucs,” which means “slipper” in Hungarian- and, as my background might suggest, I, as well as my sartorial sense, have had the fortune of being molded by a myriad of life experiences, places, and events. I created this blog to serve as an outlet for my various style musings, inspirations, loves, etc. etc. Also, biracial, twenty-something, female, urban, northeast college student/soon-to-be scared-shitless but hopeful young professional that I am, don’t be surprised if various feminist & racial rants observations, alternative/indie/whatever else yes-I-am-trying-to-impress-you music, and random news & culture posts pop up on here from time to time. Basically, I just need a place to be able to share chic/fabulous/cool/ interesting/infuriating things that are on my mind that is not my Facebook wall.

So, welcome! Enjoy! And, if you’ve made it this far, DEAR GOD bless you.