Kind of adoring this feminine take on military jackets... Over florals? What a sweet way to transition from the sun-dresses of Summer to the darker palette of Fall.
Oldies but (major) goodies, by Scott Schuman:
31 March, 2011
Moving on up...
Today's high temperature was 92.4°.
Though it's unseasonably warm and we're in for a bit more rain, I'm officially saying adieu to Winter. I won't miss anything about it at all, but I figured this might be my last opportunity to post some favorite Wintery ensembles.
'Til next time...
Though it's unseasonably warm and we're in for a bit more rain, I'm officially saying adieu to Winter. I won't miss anything about it at all, but I figured this might be my last opportunity to post some favorite Wintery ensembles.
'Til next time...
30 March, 2011
Advanced Style: Age and Beauty...
I can only hope that at their age I am owning my style and personal character the way these extraordinary women are. I hope I'm rocking bakelite eyeglasses like Iris Apfel, and an out of-this-world silvery, Bauhaus bob too. I hope I'm still a bike rider, and on a sweet-ass Bianchi at that!
Inspiration doesn't even begin to cover all that I get out of this amazing short. Fascination, endless intrigue and the utmost respect... Well done, Ari Seth Cohen, well done NOWNESS. Well done, seasoned beauties.
In Cohen's own words...
"When I first moved to New York [from Seattle] I attended a screening for the documentary Hats Off about Mimi Weddell, who in her 60s became an actress and model for the likes of Louis Vuitton and Burberry. I photographed her, and her attitude and approach to style was a big influence on me and the start of the blog.
Walking around New York taking photographs, I noticed how many young girls are appropriating style from older women: leopard print, fur, turbans and hats. In general, the older women wear these things naturally, with more confidence. With the blog I not only want to show that older women are vital and creative, but also to show people [they need not be] afraid of aging—and personal style is a great way to showcase this."
18 March, 2011
Yes, I have a countdown clock...
123 Days seems so far away! Although, I'm trying to appreciate this calm before the storm. No diapers, no crying, no spit-up... but every day I get more and more uncomfy and it gets harder and harder to sleep. And I feel like I get to know this baby better and better. There are definite routines happening in there now, and I'm starting to anticipate the sounds that will and won't initiate cartwheels in my tummy. Kicking and punching is much more forceful, and direct sunlight is a new favorite thing in womb-land.
When I'm feeling gigantic, cumbersome, achey, and irritable, I open up the little drawer full of teeny tiny t-shirts, pants, diapers, and socks- and it puts things into perspective again. I only have 123 days of selfish one on one with this little person, before world and outside and danger and element and people become a reality for him or her. Right now it's just heartbeats, warmth, tummy rubs, familiar voices sending it love, and the occasional sunbeam.
15 March, 2011
I choose Bobo Choses!!!
"Once upon a time there was a friendly clothing brand
that spoke the language that children speak..."
I can't even explain how in love I am with these pieces from the Spring line of iconic Barcelona childrens' brand Bobo Choses. With each new collection, designers Laia Aguilar and Adriana Esperalba build around a whimsical tale by Felipe Cano. This season marks the first illustrated companion to the collection, Bonjour Camille.
"On Sunday mornings, as soon as the sun comes out,
Camille opens her eyes and puts on her battle dress: a tutu and a top hat.
She has so many things to do: Jumping on the bed until her mummy says
THAT’S ENOUGH!
Eating loads and loads of cherries. Hiding all the umbrellas.
Choosing a new favourite colour. Giving names to the waves.
Asking the wind in a whispering voice to tell her a story....
But then Camille hears a voice from the other side of the door. Stop that jumping!"
Of course we sometimes see adorable little things for children and think "I'd totally wear that!" In that scenario, Bobo Choses is as close as I could possibly get to actually seeking out a tailor and saying "MAKE ME THIS!"
It's precious and whimsical and amazing. I kinda NEEEEEEED IT!!! Thankfully, I have an outlet for this obsession, their names are James, Evelyn, and (as yet un-named) teensy baby.
Last Season's story was based around the darling French lobo, Bobo... And yes, I'm in love with him too.
Once upon a time there was a wolf called Lobo Bobo who loved Paris and pretty things. Lobo Bobo the Wolf lived in a forest near the city but, whenever he could, he used to slip off into Paris looking for pretty things that would make him happy, such as
He always wore a disguise on his trips to the city so as not to frighten the mammies and the daddies. But whatever the disguise, he could never fool the children. They all knew well that underneath the figure in the gabardine, the tortoise-shell glasses, and the Napoleon hat...
there lurked a wolf.
Lobo Bobo.
Lobo Bobo drove around in an old blue car, and chatted away to the car as if it were a friend. On rainy days he enjoyed the sound of the rain, and on sunny days he enjoyed the heat of the sun.
The wolf was a generous creature. He loved choosing presents and he never forgot anybody’s birthday. He gave his friend Little Red Riding Hood a new hooded cape and he planted an apple tree in her grandmother’s garden. He always used to give his brother wolves a present of coloured pencils so that they could make
After spending the whole day rummaging in the street markets of Paris, Lobo Bobo liked to stand on the Pont des Arts and watch the sun set over the River Seine, while he munched a juicy apple and nibbled a freshly-baked baguette.
As night fell, he would load up his old blue car with all the pretty things and drive back to the forest where he was sometimes afraid of his own shadow. The shadow of a wolf.
that spoke the language that children speak..."
I can't even explain how in love I am with these pieces from the Spring line of iconic Barcelona childrens' brand Bobo Choses. With each new collection, designers Laia Aguilar and Adriana Esperalba build around a whimsical tale by Felipe Cano. This season marks the first illustrated companion to the collection, Bonjour Camille.
"On Sunday mornings, as soon as the sun comes out,Camille opens her eyes and puts on her battle dress: a tutu and a top hat.
She has so many things to do: Jumping on the bed until her mummy saysTHAT’S ENOUGH!
Eating loads and loads of cherries. Hiding all the umbrellas.Choosing a new favourite colour. Giving names to the waves.
Asking the wind in a whispering voice to tell her a story....But then Camille hears a voice from the other side of the door. Stop that jumping!"
Of course we sometimes see adorable little things for children and think "I'd totally wear that!" In that scenario, Bobo Choses is as close as I could possibly get to actually seeking out a tailor and saying "MAKE ME THIS!"
It's precious and whimsical and amazing. I kinda NEEEEEEED IT!!! Thankfully, I have an outlet for this obsession, their names are James, Evelyn, and (as yet un-named) teensy baby.
Last Season's story was based around the darling French lobo, Bobo... And yes, I'm in love with him too.
Once upon a time there was a wolf called Lobo Bobo who loved Paris and pretty things. Lobo Bobo the Wolf lived in a forest near the city but, whenever he could, he used to slip off into Paris looking for pretty things that would make him happy, such asan old camera,
a fluffy little cloud,
and a ball of emerald-coloured wool...
a fluffy little cloud,
and a ball of emerald-coloured wool...
He always wore a disguise on his trips to the city so as not to frighten the mammies and the daddies. But whatever the disguise, he could never fool the children. They all knew well that underneath the figure in the gabardine, the tortoise-shell glasses, and the Napoleon hat...
there lurked a wolf.
Lobo Bobo.
Lobo Bobo drove around in an old blue car, and chatted away to the car as if it were a friend. On rainy days he enjoyed the sound of the rain, and on sunny days he enjoyed the heat of the sun.
The wolf was a generous creature. He loved choosing presents and he never forgot anybody’s birthday. He gave his friend Little Red Riding Hood a new hooded cape and he planted an apple tree in her grandmother’s garden. He always used to give his brother wolves a present of coloured pencils so that they could make
fierce drawings
of fierce wolves
doing fierce deeds...
of fierce wolves
doing fierce deeds...
After spending the whole day rummaging in the street markets of Paris, Lobo Bobo liked to stand on the Pont des Arts and watch the sun set over the River Seine, while he munched a juicy apple and nibbled a freshly-baked baguette.
As night fell, he would load up his old blue car with all the pretty things and drive back to the forest where he was sometimes afraid of his own shadow. The shadow of a wolf.
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