Wednesday, August 25, 2010


Amazingly soft and strecthy silk jersey from B&J
Surprisingly, a wool material made in Italy; also from B&J
Random experimentation with rather crappy fabric people have given to me over the years because they know I'll end up doing something with it out of desperation; I do this a lot with my dress form. I don't actually cut or sew any of the fabric; it's just fun to practice draping without consequences or the possibility of making a mistake.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Gold Sequins

The problem with department store shopping (my feelings for Nordstrom are too strong to be healthy) is that any time I actually find a size 0, I feel like it's fated that I should purchase whatever it is that will actually fit me. Whether it be a not-particularly-classy corset, a nondescript v-neck sweater, or a formal dress that posesses no forseeable occasion in my life, I try it on when I see that tiny "O" on the label. For example, this dress:
I have not purchased it yet, although it is reasonably priced, because I already own a gold sequin dress, but sleeves like these are very different from sleeveless, (the condition of the one in my closet already) right?

Thursday, August 12, 2010


A most amazing hat that I had to pragmatically resisted buying from the Frick Art Collection Gift Shop
I got some gorgeous floral silk jersey and an interesting wool knit, geometric-patterned fabric here. I can't wait to do something with them...
Heading out to 5th avenue to shop. Window shop, that is.
Comme des Garcons
This is how awful of a tourist I am, and how excited I get about clothes: did I take pictures of the Statue of Liberty? No. Did I even want to go there? No, my mother insisted. Did I take pictures in front of any of the theatres I went to? Or in Grand Central Station or Central Park? No, no, and furthermore, no. But obviously, I embarrassingly took photos of the mannequins in Sax Fifth Avenue and of all the wonderful things in Versace that I will never be able to afford. My sister almost killed me, and the bouncers at Sax tried to burn holes into me with their eyes as they whispered into their little head sets. WORTH IT.
At Sax. I couldn't figure out who this is by.
Vera Wang
I saw at least three tweed jumpers I loved at Sax, and I was formerly quite opposed to tweed for the under 45 set. I would wear this in a heartbeat.
At Versace. I literally almost peed in this store. Versace is one of my least five favorite designers and I actually touched some of the pieces. I realize, of course, that the price is for the name, but the quality and structural integrity of the garments took my breath away. My sister can testify.
Probably the best view in New York.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Back to Basics

My leopard sweater. Obviously.

And my torn-up leggings. What more is there, honestly?