Here are some photos I just got developed from a while back. I MEAN… In Rachel Zoe speak, fashion dialog, how majorrrrrrrr is Mallory’s Kimberley Ovitz dress? And the Magenta lipstick? Do you d-i-e?
I feel like not enough of us are embracing sea creature chic. Doesn’t she look like a sea anemone? Or a cephalopod? These pictures give me intense nostalgia for California and California people. Luckily Mallory’s coming out again in September for fashweek.
In June, two of my very favorite California ladies came to stay in my small Brooklyn apartment. But (CHEESEBALL ALERT!) my heart was big enough to fit the both of them into my life for two straight weeks of raucous fun. End of sentimental sidebar… Mallory quickly fell in love with wandering the SoHo streets, clearly a superb morning activity after coffees at Saturday’s and pastries at Balthazar. I showed them around NoLIta and we had an impromptu photoshoot with their favorite Botkier bags from our Fall collection.PS.. Hi REBECCA, Hi MALLORY, hope this is only MILDLY embarrassing.
Rebecca is carrying one of my favorites, the Conor crossbody in black. It’s really more of a charcoal, which is how I justify adding it to my already too large of a collection of BLACK bags. Giggle.
Mallory flaunts the Maddie satchel in leopard. Surprise surprise my other favorite! Too many bags on my list right now – NEED HELP. She is in front of one of my favorite restaurants, L’Asso! She was recently scolded by a coworker for not brushing her hair enough but isn’t her hair so perf beachy wavy casualcool awesome? Love it and love her! Come back to me, both of yous.
Who else could make these little works of art other than Jeffrey Campbell? I mean, four-inch pale pink suede platform wedge sandals with a ridiculously kitch daisy on top? Pretty sure someone might have been on acid when they dreamed up this pair of shoes, but I. don’t. even. care. I’m head over heels for these heels. Also please ignore the chipping tiles in my bathroom. Let’s just say I live in a ‘pre-war’ building and leave it at that.
If I’m ever running early (which let’s be reeeeal isn’t verrrrrrry frequently), I like to get off the subway a couple stops early and walk around the Bowery into SoHo. No one’s around and the city seems cleaner and more serene. Strolling around at night just isn’t the same, but just the other evening I spotted these magnificent antique shops. EYE CANDY. And really, only eye candy as everything costs MORE than I’d dream of paying for a month’s rent. I mean. But still, makes for splendid photo opportunities.
Sidenote: where are the real thrift stores of New York City? I know we have ‘real housewives’ but… Is this something I have to go to Jersey for? C’mon.
My first New York summer. Truth be told I was more than startled by the ubiquitous humidity. It’s real and it’s real intense. Once you get past breeze that feels like exhaust pipes, there is a strange magic to summertime here. I’ve officially moved to Williamsburg, a major positive. Goodbye, stanky midtown cesspool of an apartment, and hello, mustache captial of the city.
The prolific amount of free outdoor concerts and film screenings makes for enchanting nights… Just the other week, we went to Prospect Park bandshell to see Sonic Youth. A little time spent fiddling our thumbs in line, and we were lucky enough to get third row seats. Though those seats were taken from us… We were punished for dancing on them! Can you really blame us though? Kim Gordon (et al) were rocking and rollicking really fucking hard.
A bit of classic menswear inspiration is just what the doctor ordered for Fall. I’ll throw on a oversized fedora or bowler cap, but add a red lip to keep it girly.
I just adore this VPL lookbook. Victoria Bartlett is a wizard at making sexy underthings – obsessed.
A sidenote: the shoes she makes in collaboration with LD Tuttle are ALWAYS epic. Look at those suede numbers above!
It’s true. I can’t help myself but i love a good slightly sexy granny panty . Shh.