Archive for December, 2013

Tuesday links

• I need to go to the post office punk rock shop. (Racked NY)
• The year’s most inspiring ad campaigns for women. (AdFreak)
• Let My People Sing: The top ten Christmas songs by Jewish artists. (Flavorwire)
• There will be an Odd Couple TV remake.  (A.V. Club)
• Save while shopping on Amazon—with a fake baby. (Slate)

Crazy or cute?

This is a toughie, because the whole point of  this boot is to come from a place of both crazy and cute. But for the purposes of this exercise, you can only choose one.

Monday trifecta: initial necklaces

Something in an understated Helvetica, perhaps?

I love how completely unpredictable and also kind of sculptural this tall boy shape feels.

The letter may be lower case, but the style is wicked high.

Friday links

• They take their homecoming corsages way seriously in Texas. (Slate)
• These French subway etiquette signs amuse. (Gothamist)
• Elizabeth Taylor once wrote a letter to her cat after it ran away—and it’s kind of great. (Letters of Note)
• The story behind the guy who faked sign language at Nelson Mandela’s memorial service just gets weirder. (Atlantic Wire)
• Artist Damien Hirst, not content with international acclaim and paintings that fetch in the tens of millions, wants to build a town. (PSFK)

A party in a top, part 2

Last year around this time, I wrote a post about dressing for holiday parties in which I stated that the best approach regarding this type of event is to choose a really standout top and not worry so much about the rest. As a rule, nobody notices anything but what’s going on from the waist up at big parties—something I realized after attending a crowded and frenetic holiday function in a sweater dress whose sole interesting detail existed at the hem—and felt like the sartorial equivalent of the moment all the liquor runs out. So these days I adhere to what I like to call the Party in a Top philosophy. Everybody should own at least  one party in a top, and you probably already do. But it never hurts to widen your array of options. I like this one because it looks like the soul of comfort, could just as easily be paired with jeans as dressy pants or a skirt, and—not least— has a sparkle component.

A black floral is always so damn sophisticated. And also just FYI: don’t let the sheerness scare you off: it’s just styled here with an especially immodest cami.

A party in a top doesn’t always have to make all that big of a statement:  the sexy choker neckline here speaks volumes, quietly.

Just the kind of very easy, very feminine but not at all prissy top I live for.

 

Wednesday links

• I’m digging the eerie dissonance of these homes done up for Christmas in un-Christmas-y Los Angeles. (Flavorwire)
• Lulelemon’s lameass ceo and founder Chip Wilson, who was fond of blaming the failure of his company’s garments on the size of some wearer’s thighs, has at last been replaced. (Jezebel)
• For a long time I wouldn’t have been able to share my opinion on this one, but now I can emphatically state: Yes.What she said. (Time)
• I just don’t even know how to feel about the fact that there’s going to be a Rosemary’s Baby miniseries. (A.V. Club)
• And if you’re looking to get the nostalgia juices flowing today, this infographic of the last 50 years of the  toy of the season, ought to do it in a jiff. (Laughing Squid)