This Starry Night bra is currently just an awesome art project (medium listed: “acrylic on bra”), but I’d be first in line to buy one if they ever hit stores. Not only do I love Van Gogh’s work, but it would go perfectly with my Mona Lisa thong. [via deviantART] Keep reading »
Have you seen “The Town” yet? I loved it so much that I saw it once, waited a day, and saw it again. “The Town” was a hugely male-dominated movie, so one thing that really impressed me was the main female character’s cute-but-realistic wardrobe. Keep reading »
As much as I adore this cosmic manicure, I also see it as a huge liability. It’s easy enough to slip into daydreams at my work desk without the distraction of tiny galaxies swirling across my fingernails. [via We Heart It] Keep reading »
Each year, for all eternity, fashion magazines proclaim, “The nautical trend is back in a big way!” Models pose in navy blue stripes and sailor hats and Top-Siders under clever headlines like “Anchors Aweigh!” (Sorry I had to.) This endless trend cycle can get a bit tiring, but the bright side? This adorable little anchor necklace is guaranteed to be in style forever. [$7, Etsy] Keep reading »
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the evolution of my personal style. As a kid I was a chubby tomboy who favored dirty overalls and baggy T-shirts. In middle and high school, inspired by the indie music scene, I became a thrift shop queen (budding hipster?) with a large collection of vintage T-shirts. In college I decided I would become rural Oregon’s answer to Carrie Bradshaw and often wore tutus to my Comparative Religions class. Keep reading »
These $88 “genie pants,” part of the Heidi Klum for New Balance collection, are giving me severe middle school flashbacks. My PE teacher wore a very similar pair of heather gray sweats every day as she forced us to do endless laps on the track and laughed as I writhed helplessly on the pull-up bar. At one point she caught wind of my underground revolution urging my classmates to “stroll the mile” rather than run, and she made me sit alone in a corner for the rest of the semester. Who knew she would one day inspire a supermodel to design a capsule collection? Keep reading »
When I was in middle school I spent most of my free time assembling elaborate care packages and sending them to the Backstreet Boys. I’d stuff manila envelopes with hand-drawn portraits, games and quizzes (in case they got bored on their tour bus), and carefully crafted love letters to each band member. “Dear Howie,” I wrote, “I know that sometimes you’re under-appreciated because you’re so short and your voice kinda sounds like a woman’s, but trust me, I understand you.” To my favorite Backstreet Boy, AJ McLean … Keep reading »
It’s honestly hard for me to express in words how much I adore Jack White. I could say that I love him with the fire of a thousand suns. I could tell you that I played my vinyl copy of Icky Thump so many times that the record partially melted. I could inform you that every time I listen to The White Stripes or The Raconteurs or The Dead Weather (Jack White is a man of many bands), I check Craigslist listings for apartments in Nashville because I want to live the gritty country lifestyle Jack’s scratchy voice describes.
It should be no surprise then that I also love Jack White’s bohemian rockabilly style. After the jump, a few necessary pieces to channel the amazing Mr. White. Keep reading »
After I saw Inception for the first time, I left the theater with three existential questions racing through my head:
- What if reality as we know it is actually a dream world?
- Did Leonardo DiCaprio’s character ever really wake up?
- Why don’t more men wear vests?
The third one has weighed most heavily on my mind in recent weeks … Keep reading »
When I found out my friend Aileen once worked 8-hour days dressed as a Holiday Snoopy at the local outlet mall, I have to admit a part of me was a bit jealous. I’ve had some interesting jobs in my life — the night in D.C. when I was hired to keep drunk men away from Whoopi Goldberg comes to mind — but I’ve managed to avoid epically bad work uniforms. My professional past includes no propeller hats or suits shaped like a meatball sandwich. In fact, the strictest dress code I’ve had to adhere to was the green apron and black polo shirt required at Starbucks, accessorized with a hearty splatter of mocha all over my face and hair.
I know you guys can easily one-up me on this one, so let’s hear it: What was your worst work uniform? Keep reading »