>> Matrioshka dolls are so cute I just want to pinch their cheeks...too bad they're wooden and already have really red cheeks as it is. In any case, I happened upon this adorable little bag by Ivana Helsinki and promptly melted. Yeah, I know it's a little hokey, this bag, but I like it anyway -- we all have our weaknesses every once and a while. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it for sale anywhere on the internet, but there's a store listing on the collection site.
>> Apparently that's what it was yesterday at H&Ms 'round the world. As one shopper told Gawker:
"One mad shopper pulled an empty metal rod and started hitting a display which had sweaters that were out of arms reach. Not even the mannequins were safe — people tore the samples from them."
Aww jeez. I'm not even close to an H&M right now, but I don't know that I would have even gone if I was. No need to scratch and bite for a skirt. Besides, the collection is already popping up on ebay.
>> Hot from the presses of NY Daily News:
Recovering anorexic and NYU dropout Mary-Kate Olsen is finally dishing to the glossies after rehab and a long silence. Lowdown hears that the 19-year-old brunette Olsen twin will grace the January cover of W Magazine and share her insights on fashion and film in an accompanying interview. Acclaimed photographer David Sims shot MK on Monday night at Milk Studios for the spread. Olsen's PR rep, Michael Pagnotta, explained: "Ashley did a solo cover for Harper's Bazaar last summer, and this was an opportunity for Mary-Kate to do her own. She's feeling great and wanted to do something beautiful. It was her decision."
Now this will be something to see, whether it's good or not.
**sources: ny daily news
>> Since we're talking about Vogue editors today, I have some more news. Carine Roitfeld, that chic jolie laide who is editor of Vogue Paris -- you know, the one with the dead-straight hair that covers half of her face and the best shoes ever, who says things like "Teal! Horrible color, teal. Only looks good on ducks." Yes, her. Mme Carine has turned her hand to design and collaborated with sweater label Lutz & Patmos. For the Spring/Summer 2006 collection, she has done a cashmere top called the "tramp," featuring elbow patches and designer tears. Sounds interessant.
I just hope that Mme Carine didn't rescind her offer to let Kate Moss guest edit the December/January issue of Vogue Paris that should be coming out soon...
>> Don't worry, these babies aren't being auctioned on the ebay (like everything else I've been talking about lately), so they won't even get sold and their price will never go up. They're flats, they're black, and they have a funky kitten heel. Did I mention the way-cool chunky cuff with corset-like detailing? Or, you could get the bright pink versions to add some panache to any old outfit. A little bit of '80s neon to pump things up. Bravo.
>> Seriously clinically obsessive compulsive with the ebay now. I think I'm dependent. Addicted. Something. Found an adorably cute secretary blouse with mutton sleeves (love those), and a tie ascot (love that). Looks great under a blazer with that adorable secretary-ey plaid it has. The auction is done in approximately four hours, so have at it (I won't be around this evening, or I would)!
>> After all these years, when I got fed up with trying to find anything good (and not fake) on the ebay, my faith has returned. Yesterday, I came across some great stuff -- stuff that I've been wanting for a while and haven't been able to find anywhere. And I finally understand what all the fuss is about.
With all the Victoriana that's been running through my head lately, I've been on the lookout for some kind of cameo something or other. The ebay served up this lovely vintage black strand necklace (left). I liked the placement of the cameo off to the side, the darkness of the black glass, and as always, the grecian look of the cameo itself. Too bad I missed the boat -- this necklace only sold for $13. I'll just have to keep looking.
Ballet flats have been on my list of must-haves for a while now, but I've never really found a pair that quite did it for me (the black leather low-cuts by London Sole probably came in closest, but they're pretty much never in stock). Which is why when I came across these lovely black pointe-style Repettos (worn by the likes of Charlotte Gainsbourg and Brigitte Bardot), I got excited. I love the flat toe of pointe shoes, and always thought they were infinitely sexier that ballet flats. Really, when you can dance on pointe, why would you ever go back? Unfortunately, these are in a size 6, so it's a no-go. But you're welcome to have a looksie -- auction ends tomorrow. Me, I'll have to stick to the gold version for sale at Toast -- the gold is a little too metallic for my taste, but apparently it ages with time. Delicious.
>> Looks like Miss Moss is bouncing back quite nicely...in fact, it's almost as if she was never gone. Roberto Cavalli currently has Kate out in Ibiza on her first job, a shoot for his 2006 Spring/Summer collection. A promo photo has already been released, at right. For those of you who poo poo Kate staging her comeback with Mr. Cavalli, I'll throw you a bone -- there's rumors of a campaign for YSL as well.
** sources: ANSA.it
>> I'm home! My most gracious and humble apologies to you all, I just had to whisk myself around the land where the sun never sets -- the grand old UK. But here I am, I've popped up again, back in London. And oh boy, do we have a lot to catch up on.
But first, this. I came upon this site a long time ago, but it was down at the time. Intrigued by the cool graphic logo, I bookmarked it anyway. I remembered about it a couple of weeks ago, and it was like finding twenty dollars in a jacket pocket -- the site was back up, and just as I suspected, had something adorable for sale.
Rippednylons.com -- even the name is alluring. But the best part about it is what's inside. The lollipop pins. These cuties are all handmade with vintage fabric, beads, sequins, and lace. I usually hate lace (and love sequins, beads, and vintage), but this might have won me over. And the stitching -- it's all just so divine. And my favorite (my golden rule of deciding): it looks like nothing else. How could it? They're all one of a kind. Some people tie a scarf on their bag to give it a personal touch, but me, I would put add a lollipop pin. It's like in Office Space -- everyone needs a little bit of flair -- these would be mine (Of course, never would I fulfill the 37 pieces of flair minimum -- one is good enough for me). My flair of choice would have to be the Sundae Dainty Lollipop Pin -- I'm such a sucker for anything blue -- $18 of deliciousness.
It's interesting, I've never been big on accessories. But suddenly, I've become intrigued -- God is in the details, as they say. It's that little touch of panache that makes an outfit your own, and I can feel my style evolving. Which also explains why I'm so attracted to these pins -- they definitely have the spice it takes.
>> I was wondering around Oxford (UK) one day and came across this somewhat run-down-looking shop. It had a little bit of graffiti here, a little bit of cracked wood there... But the thing that really caught my attention was its window. "What a great place to play dress up," quoth I (I am a 5-year-old at heart). "And look at those purses in the window." Instantly intrigued by this rarity of a shop, I tried the door. No luck, it's 1:30 pm, and all is not well -- why is this Unicorn shop not open? We walked next door to the sandwich shop I call Herpes (actually Heroes, someone just tampered with the sign), and asked whether the shop was still open. "Why yes," quoth she. "The woman just opens it whenever she feels like."
I must have checked back 4 or 5 times before the elusive Unicorn was finally open. That fateful day was a rainy day, and 3 guys were standing outside with umbrellas while their girlfriends packed themselves into the tiny open space, crawling over each other to get to the goods. It's not that the shop was small, it's that there were so many piles of clothing everywhere. Piles as tall as I am. It was amazing, it was like digging for gold -- you never know what you're going to pull up. And you couldn't even get to the back half of the store, because there was this huge wall of clothing cutting you off from it. The little gray-haired woman who ran the store kind of reminded me of Miss Havisham, sans the rotting wedding dress. She had that musty smell about her, and it permeated the entire shop, as if she hadn't left the place in ages, and just sat in there at night, watching over her collection in a place that never sees light (when I went in, the store was dark -- there were no lights). She had kind of a creepy yellowed-teeth smile, and her hair looked like the cotton batting you would stuff your teddy bear with. She just climbed all over her clothes to get where she needed with Smeagol-like dexterity, and she had that same mischievious twinkle in her eye.
Maybe it's because she knew she was cheated me out of some good money. Yes, that's right, I found a couple of wonderful pieces. The first being a Victorian-inspired velvet jacket (love velvet jackets) with shoulder pads (so '80s, I know, but it actually looks quite regal with the jacket's cut). It has satin ribbon lining, which gives it this high-collared look at the neck. Gorgeous, and perfect for the fall, with the velvet and the Victorian both being all over the runway. Miss Havisham (the Unicorn woman) told me that it was designed by Laura Phillips, a well-respected seamstress in England. I was skeptic, as I should have been -- I came home later and googled it, and nothing came up. But that was supposed to explain why the jacket was ₤29 -- it was a "coveted piece." Uh huh. But I justified it to myself -- never in the States have a found such a great vintage store. Plus, I loved the jacket, and when was the next time this store was going to be open, anyway?
Same for the second piece -- it's this great paisley '70s bohemian-looking shrug. I saw it and thought, "I'll never ever come across a piece like that again." It was a basilisk, that shrug -- it froze me in my steps -- that's how taken I was. Plus, I like the kimono-inspired bell sleeves. So again, Miss Havisham had me -- this time for a mere ₤24. Ah well, such is life. These are the best kind of souvenirs anyway -- the ones that actually mean something to me personally. They're better than a plastic Union Jack flag or a cheap Eiffel Tower replica any day. As much as I feel like Miss Havisham takes advantage of me, I do hope to visit her again at least once before I leave. But we'll have to see what happens -- I kind of feel like that store is the Atlantis of vintage.
P.S. I'll be away for a bit starting today, so you won't hear from me for a while. But hopefully I'll have some good stories when I get back.