tgif...

Sara Bareilles - "Gonna Get Over You"

I just thought this song and video were so appropriate for a drizzly Friday. It also makes me really excited to bust out my Schott NYC leather jacket...

Enjoy and have a great weekend everyone!

{LFW} a few looks to love from No. 21

Truly, I don't have a multitude of interesting things to say about No. 21's SS12 collection, except that I love their mix of texture, muted colors and intense blue sparkle.

[Images via style.com and collaged by me on picnik.com]

Kooba feature: five looks, one bag...

Tada!! Here it is, ya'll. I'm so excited to finally be able to share the result of my little project with Kooba! They had me style up five different looks featuring their (seriously gorgeous) Lyndi bag. I'm rather obsessed with this indigo suede envelope, let me tell you. It's sleek, richly colored and even more versatile than I thought. I feel lucky to have been asked by Kooba to participate in this feature, mostly because I genuinely love their bags. They have a unique style that's trend-forward but with the staying power of a classic bag.

Look 1: H&M dress; Theory Blazer; Jessica Simpson flats; Ray Bans

Look 2: F21 vest; H&M tank: 7 For All Mankind shorts (DIY); Urban Outfitters wedges; Persol shades; vintage chains

Look 3: Cargo jacket from army surplus store; H&M men's sweater; 7 For All Mankind Josefina jeans; DV Dolce Vita tassel flats; Ray Bans; Amanda Pearl earrings; vintage Calvin Klein scarf

Look 4: American Apparel tee; H&M vest; Gap skirt; Ray Ban wayfarers

Look 5: Brand unknown dress borrowed from Tully; Schott NYC jacket; Steve Madden heels

[All styled with the Lyndi, c/o Kooba.]

Here's the link to their full post: five looks, one bag.

Thanks Kooba, you girls are truly the best!

O M Gucci SS12...

I mean, if you're going to bring back the 1920's flapper feel, this is how you do it. 

It's gilded, glamorous, sexy and totally Gucci.

[Images via style.com, collaged by me at picnik.com]

mid-week music moment...

A while ago when Lauren and Megan were visiting New York, the three of us popped into a tiny used book store on the Upper West Side. We were waiting for our giant hot pastrami sandwiches from Zabar's to be ready, so we hopped across the street to check this little place out and kill some time.

As we browsed through towering shelves of Choose Your Own Adventure books and read aloud from The Treasury of Jewish Humor, I heard the familiar voices of my favorite band, The Beatles. Weirdly it was a song I had never heard. Weirder still, as I started to browse the shop's collection of vintage records, I came across a Beatles album I'd never seen (1964's Beatles For Sale). Lo-and-behold, on the track listing was that very song, "I'll Follow The Sun."

It's a really sweet and melancholy song, and tragically short, but I just adore it.

Taylor & Meghan snapped by Taylor...

So I was browsing Sterling Style's latest posts the other day, and who do I see?

It's me and Miss Meghan at Lincoln Center, after the Nicole Miller show!

We really make quite the pair, don't we? She in her cage heels and floral dress, me in tassel flats and a men's shirt from Gap...

#topknotsfordays

Love this shot, and what a pleasure it was to finally meet you, Taylor!

[Image via Sterling Style]

Fashion Week Diary:

Wide-Eyed, Newly-Employed Blogger w/ A Ridiculous Joanna Hillman Obsession

Once a season [starting with this one], SUILTSOY takes a peek behind runways left slightly unguarded. This season, the Wide-Eyed, Newly-Employed Blogger w/ A Ridiculous Joanna Hillman Obsession: Female, online content lead, Chelsea, 25, straight, single, stylish.

DAY ZERO
6 a.m.: My alarm goes off, but I've been dreaming that I'm laying in bed awake - worrying - all night. It's the day of the IFB Conference and I've only been with the company a couple of weeks. To say I'm nervous would be the biggest understatement in NYFW history. I was working until 11 pm last night, and up until 3 a.m. outfit-plotting and generally fretting.
6:10 a.m.: Bleary-eyed in the mirror, I fashion my hair into the top-knot I've done at least 100 times. Thank god muscle memory is guiding me because my brain is no help.
6:15 a.m.: The outfit I spent hours agonizing over last night is hanging neatly all on one hanger: H&;M sleeveless blazer, vintage Missoni skirt, Steve Madden gladiator heels; thrifted statement necklace. It's functional, fashionable and comfortable - and I am overly proud of this. I dress in two minutes.
6:35 a.m.: I'm breezing down 8th Avenue towards Milk Studios (in ballet flats, with heels in tote), the adrenaline starting to kick in.
8:40 a.m.: The morning has been hectic and exciting. Time to switch to heels. Grateful to the young volunteers who made a coffee run.
9 a.m.: Meghan is here to speak and to work - a familiar face amongst a see of blog names and well-dressed girls I can't totally match up.
12 p.m.: The conference is going well. My feet are numb. The bustle and backstage controlled chaos is so exhilarating I'm almost too jittery to eat. Almost. Veggie sandwich and coconut water.
4 p.m.: Things are still in full swing, I am still in heels. Tweet, take a lap, tweet, repeat.
4:15 p.m.: Ugh, Magnum Ice Cream bar.
6 p.m.: Keynote speaker Joe Zee is interviewed by Tina Craig (BagSnob) and the crowd is delighted. Hell, I'm delighted. And still in heels.
7 p.m.: I photo-bomb Nubia, Debie and Joe Zee. It's awkward, and worth it.
7:02 p.m.: Ballet flats. Still feels like heels. Or numb, I'm not sure. Clean up and wrap up everything. 
7:30 p.m.: I'm supposed to be at the KMS after party. I'm at Chipotle. 
8 p.m.: Cab to Rivington Hotel.Ugh.
8:10 p.m.: Find Meghan. Find co-workers. Consume bourbon cocktail.
8:25 p.m.: Debie and I are in a cab back to the West Side (oodles of KMS swag in tow).
9 p.m.: Have already been asleep for 10 minutes.


DAY ONE
9 a.m.: Somehow made it to the office. It's sunny and I'm wearing rubber boots. And shorts. And a Ralph Lauren cable knit sweater. I don't even know.
1 p.m.: Jennine, Nubia and Nando are at the shows at Milk Studios. Debie and I get lunch from the Chinatown diner around the corner. This fountain Diet Coke is like nectar of the gods. Spend the rest of the afternoon deliriously working and hoovering Jelly Belly beans.
6 p.m.: It's FNO, but I just want a Fashion's Night In (where I sit in bed, consume a bottle of wine and online shop.)
8:45 p.m.: With Tully and her mom in tow, I make it to Tretorn in Soho just in time to see my Nylite Project photos on display before the party ends. FNO is the NYE of NYFW, and I will never participate on this level again. The streets and crowds in Soho are just the worst.


DAY TWO:
10 a.m.: Unexpectedly summoned from the office to Milk Studios. The sun is shining - and I'm in my Persols, brogues, cuffed dark skinnies, a white button-down and my sleeveless blazer.  (Kiki bun in full effect.)
11 a.m.: Step into Milk elevator next to Joanna Hillman. [It went like this.] I'm officially high on fashion week.
11:30 a.m.: Mischa Nonoo presentation makes my heart leap for spring fashion.

1 p.m.: Meet Lawrence and Justin in the lobby and escape to the Maritime Hotel for a quick al fresco lunch. They wax philosophic about menswear nerd stuff and like it. They brief me on their phenomenal Tumblr project, In Passing, and I'm impressed. The sandwich, sunshine and great conversation are life-giving. When I mention to Justin how excited I am to stay in and relax tonight, he informs me that there's a menswear blogger's birthday party at Anchor Bar and if I'm single and like well-dressed dudes I should probably be there. I've never met him before, but this guy seems to get me.
5 p.m.: Dash home from Milk to change before 6 p.m. Nicole Miller show at Lincoln Center (thanks to Lauren!) because it's rather hot out - but not before getting a quick snap by Justin.
5:35 p.m.: Frantically clop down the stairs of my apartment building in 5-inch platforms and run into my neighbor. Tell her I'm off to a show which triggers the memory that I've forgotten my ticket upstairs. Evidently, I don't have my keys either. Buzz roommates.
5:38 p.m.: Racing down the stairs of my apartment building in flat tassel loafers whilst digging in my bag for my phone so I can text Meghan that I'm on my way. Dammit.
5:41 p.m.: I'm literally jumping down the stairs of my apartment building and leaving a frantic phone message for Meghan.
6:05 p.m.: Smooth my hair, pack my Persols away and steal a quick gaze at the fountain before popping inside Lincoln Center. Chat briefly with Sonia, wave to Meghan, note that Ashley Tisdale is being swarmed by photographers.
6:30 p.m.: Graphic patterns, silky jumpsuits and bright colors come down the runway.
6:50 p.m.: Snap street style pictures of Meghan, Sonia and Taylor Sterling before dashing back down to Milk for the Suno show.
8 p.m.: Introduced by Jennine to Susie Bubble. We mill around and watch the practice runway and pre-show preparations. I feel like part of a secret club.
8:25 p.m.: Casually sit down in the front row of the photographers pit. Suno show begins shortly after and I am blown away, seduced and delighted.
11:30 p.m.: We arrive at (hot, crowded, dance-y) Anchor Bar and find Lawrence somehow still wearing a shirt and jacket, but he's not the only one. We're jostled around in a sort of buffet selection of handsome, turned out (albeit sweaty) guys - Justin delivered on his promise.
4 a.m.-ish: Crash.

DAY THREE:

10:30 a.m.: My alarm rouses me suddenly, and I realize I'm expected at a brunch organized by the darling Eliot, with 11 other extremely stylish women in exactly an hour.
11:25 a.m.: Clad in my black Theory paper-bag waist pants, a Banana Republic striped boat neck top and snakeskin ballet flats, I'm stuck in traffic on my way to The Smith.
11:40 a.m.: Passers-by and diners on 3rd Avenue are gawking at the gaggle of seriously well-dressed girls assembling on the sidewalk who are talking excitedly and tapping away furiously on their iphones.
12:30 p.m.: Feeling like this may be my only meal for the day, I create an epic breakfast biscuit involving bacon, avocado, and fried eggs. Sitting at one head of the table, I get to meet and bond with the wonderful Alicia of Cheetah is the New Black, and Kiley of A Sequin Dress At Breakfast, as well as my trusty fashion sidekick, Meghan. (Also in attendance at further reaches of our table are Court and Hudson, Sparkling Footsteps, Concrete Catwalk, Everyday to Runway, In Pursuit of Style, Style Within Reach, Sweet Caroline In The City, and Of Vice and Men.) Overheard as we parade away from our table, "Whoa. Those girls are all really dressed up." [Photo via Eliot of me and Caroline.]
2 p.m.: Meet up with coworkers in Chelsea for "tea" in between shows at La Bergamote. I eat a croissant and down an iced coffee. Why? Because it's Fashion Week and I deserve it and I'm working on a Saturday, ok?

7 p.m.: Waiting outside Milk Studios for passes to the night's presentations (Erin Fetherston and Pamela Love, among others) and I spy my girl crush for all time, Joanna Hillman, and immediately go into shock and grab Debie violently by the wrist: Anna Wintour glides into the building just a few feet from us. Anna MF Wintour.
7:40 p.m.: Debie, Nubia and I make our way though the elevator line (which takes forever) and we're seriously too entertained to care about the wait.
8:15 p.m.: We jostle from room to room, dumbfounded by the models, the clothes, the flowing champagne, the editors, the clothes, the music and the fact that people are chain-smoking indoors in the 8th floor Kanon Vodka bar.
9 p.m.: Float home in a spring-fashion-fueled haze, douse my hair in KMS dry shampoo (game-changing product, let me tell you!) and head out for margs and guacamole in soho with Tully and Alli.
2 a.m.: Arrive home at a "reasonable" hour.


DAY FOUR:
11 a.m.: I have most of the day off, which I spend cleaning my apartment, doing laundry, and catching up on shows on style.com.
6 p.m.: I attend a panel discussion on denim hosted by True Religion at The Standard Hotel. Probably against the intentions of the hosts, the conversation keeps coming back to Levi's, and now I really want a pair.
8 p.m.: Quiet night at home with roommates, respond to 6 days worth of texts from non-fashion friends wondering if I'm alive.

DAY FIVE:
10 a.m.: I arrive at Milk Studios and again camp out in the lobby of the eighth floor.
10:10 a.m.: Oh, there's Terry Richardson, who's photographing in the studio across the way; flannel, glasses, et al.
10:20 a.m.: Linda Fargo breezes by to the loft space down the hall, wearing a fabulous electric pink pencil skirt.
10: 40 a.m.: Anna Dello Russo (and a four-person entourage) storm past. She's in the coolest, craziest little pink dress and YSL wedges.
1 p.m.: Waiting near the photographer's pit for the Ohne Titel show to begin, I watch as Anna Wintour, ADR, Joanna Hillman, Carine Roitfeld, Emanuelle Alt, Lauren Santo Domingo, Bill Cunningham, Giovanna Battaglia, and Hamish Bowles, all file in, air kiss and take their seats. I'm ushered from my standing spot to a seat in the second row, where I have a prime view of the Annas. The show is cool and fresh, but more conceptual than wearable to me.
2 p.m.: Outside Milk after the show, we see Bill Cunningham ride off on his bicycle. I am struck by just how magical it is to be a part of all this madness.
8 p.m.: As Debie and I find our seats at Zero + Maria Cornejo, we see Bill Cunningham again, as well as Scott Schuman. Debie decides we should just introduce ourselves to Bill, so we do. He hugs Debie and tells us, "Just do what you love in life."
9 p.m.: Skip home up 9th Avenue, regaling my mom with my NYFW stories. She can't quite believe I'm doing what she once did each year as the Fashion Director of Nordstrom when I was growing up. I think we both know that for exactly that reason, it was inevitable.

DAY SIX:
8:35 a.m.: As I round the corner on 15th to get on the subway, I see Joanna Hillman across the street from me hailing a cab. She's wearing a black tux jacket with white lapels, black pants, and enormous, bright red tassel earrings. 
9 a.m.: Back at the offices in Soho. Browsing tux jackets on Zara.com.
12 p.m.: Leave offices for the 1 p.m. Diesel Black Gold Show, which might as well be in Outer Space, as it is in a warehouse on 52nd and 12th.
1:05 p.m.: I am shlepping down 52nd Street (Seriously. If you look up the word 'shlep' in the dictionary, you'll see me in the blazing sun, avaitors askew, hauling my handbag and camera, with my heavy, floor-length white skirt gathered up around my knees, nose scrunched to avoid the smell of horse manure, making my way to the pier at 711 12th Ave).
1:35 p.m.: From my standing room vantage point, I see Carine and Julia Roitfeld take their seats relatively on time, and a frenzy of paparazzi and photographers swarm on some handsome dude I can't discern and a couple model-looking girls for at least 5 straight minutes just a few seats down the row.
2:15 p.m.: Again, I schlep. It takes a full hour to journey South and East to to office.
3:15 p.m.: As it turns out, the guy and girls being crowded were Gerard Butler, Petra Nemcova, and the singer Oh Land.
6 p.m.: I arrive home my last show day of the week feeling as unglamorous and dog-tired as they come, but pretty damn grateful and inspired all the same.

TOTALS: 1 blogger conference, 8 fashion shows / presentations, 4 Joanna Hillman sightings, 2 Anna Wintour / ADR sightings, 1 conversation with Bill Cunningham, 1 lunch with two menswear nerds, 1 brunch with 11 bloggers, 2 schelps, and 7 days of fashionable insanity.



*If you don't understand the format I'm playing off of here, you need to spend some quality time with these. 

another open letter to Ashley Olsen...

Dear Ashley,

          Sigh.

Love,

Taylor

P.S. - Gold anklets.

[Image via Olsens Anonymous]

{NYFW} elegant whites at Ralph Lauren...

I can't say I was floored by this collection, but you can't deny the beauty of these looks.

[Images via style.com]

TGIJH...

That's right, this week, in honor of the conclusion of NYFW and that hair...

Thank God It's Joanna Hillman.

[Image via The Sartorialist]

{NYFW} Jenni Kayne appeals to the prep in me...

I love so very, very, many things about Jenni Kayne's Spring/Summer 2012 collection. It's easy, tailored and sleek with just the right amount of casual East Coast prep influence. Quite simply, I want it all. Not to mention, I'm now totally feeling a middle part low pony for my hair!

PS:

1. The last look bottom right has me craving some trouser jeans - like, now.

2. How about those amazing, enormous blue shades?

[All photos via Style.com and composed by me on picnik.com]

{NYFW} surprise, surprise, J. Crew SS12 is awesome...

On the women's side, I really enjoy the way J. Crew continues to expand their reach with fresh plays on pattern, color and texture. We're so far from the catalog-only days I can hardly remember them at all. 

As far as the menswear goes, mmm.

Does that say enough? 

Ok, fine. The colors are rich but not obnoxiously so, and the layering is modern but accessible to most guys. At least, I'd hope. I'm kind of obsessed with the purple shorts, and would probably die happy if every guy introduced a little sockless ankle cleavage into their life.

[All photos via Style.com, and composed by me on picnik.com]

3 zara jackets i need right this second...

Now that Zara has e-commerce in the US & free shipping, my wallet is in peril.
So what if I want to spend something like $450 on jackets?
Look how cool they are.
 Indeed, there is a brick-and-mortar Zara 3 avenues over, but clearly that's a lot farther away than my keyboard.

[Images via Zara.com; composed by me on picnik.com]

{NYFW} so many more collections that pleased me...

What? What do you want me to say here? What can I say here?

The color, the movement, the volume, the elegance.

Someday, years from now, a stranger will see me across the room and whisper to her friend, "That's her. The woman in the Oscar de la Renta from Spring '12. I heard she's even funnier in person."

God bless Thakoon for bringing just a wee bit 'o' crazy to the runway.

But look at the two dresses on the far left and right, and I'll tell you that I would wear them both in real life. Love.

Love DvF's color scheme here. It all reminds me of a creamsicle. A sleek, early 1960s creamsicle.

 Speaking of creamsicle color palettes, I get the same vibe from J. Mendel, but with less pattern and more blocked panels. This was a stand-out collection for me.

 I'll say the same thing I always say about Marchesa, and it's not a bad thing: frothy, feminine and fancy. This season though, the girls added a bit of guilded shine and swing; which is all the more reason to celebrate their move from presentation to runway.

Tory Burch's collection, her first to show on a runway, transplants me to a 1920's French Riviera estate. I'd have my gowns and opera-length jewels for dinner parties, that little sweater and shorts look for tennis in the afternoons, and the striped dress for jaunts into town for pain au chocolat.

Ok, I'm exhausted. But guess what? There's more to come.

Give it time, friends. Give it time.

[All images from style.com, and compiled by me at picnik.com]

{NYFW} long & lovely Carolina Herrera...

Per usual, Carolina Herrera is never anything short of elegant, sophisticated and adult.

When I see her designs, I always think, This is how a woman dresses; not a girl. A confident and classic woman with just a wisp of youthful flare to keep her current.

[Photos via Style.com]

{NYFW} Rachel Roy's color palette...

I am rather obsessed with this color scheme in Rachel Roy's SS12 collection.

Salmon, white, dove grey and black. 

It's chic and new and I'm totally on-board.

[Photos via style.com]

{NYFW} Christian Siriano...

1. Get me inside that red dress or the tan top / green skirt combo and I might never get out.

2. I feel like Christian Siriano got in a blender with J. Crew and Jil Sander and stirred himself up into a really delightful froth and then poured the contents onto a bunch of models.

3. To continue the metaphor, he then garnished each look with some seriously great hair and eye wear.

4. I am overall quite pleased; this collection is the only one he's done so far that I really, really like.

5. I'm cooking up a color trend story for SS12 in my head that doesn't involve a single pastel, and I'm thrilled about it.

[Photos via style.com]

{NYFW} the long & short at Jenny Packham...

Weirdly, all my favorite long looks were walked by the same model.

Jenny Packham continues to be one of my favorite designers when it comes to just plain gorgeous, girly dresses.

[Photos via style.com]

where else you can find me these days...

So you may have seen on Twitter, or gotten a really spazzy and excited text from me, but in case you haven't: I have a new job!

I am working at IFB Worldwide (Independent Fashion Bloggers) and really couldn't be more excited.

I'm writing four posts a week for Eat, Sleep, Denim, as well as running @eatsleepdenim (follow me!)

I'm also writing/social media-ing for IFB's site along with the rest of our team.

And in case you live under a fashion blogging rock, our amazing conference is coming up on Wednesday, and it's going to be epic. I'm going to be tweeting all throughout the day over on @_IFB, so follow me there, too.

[Photo by Nando Alvarez for ESD]

belated mid-week music moment: the September 1st edition...

Yep.

If you didn't think I'd go there, you probably have no business on this blog.

I love me some Earth, Wind & Fire.

(Shout out to Tully for her future wedding song...)

tgif round 3: the barbie wedding album

Ok, I just saw this link from Katy Atlas' (@sugarlaws) Twitter feed, and it's simply outstanding.

Via Glamour.com

Barbie & Ken get married.

You have to see the rest, they are spot on.

(Photos by Beatrice de Guigne)

tgif: the hurricane edition

I'm sure you've already heard, but that unstoppable category 3 terror they're calling Irene is threatening to make her way towards New York City. I can't even begin to tell you what a pain this is, especially now. Come on, Irene, it's the weekend! One of only two left in the whole damn summer! So. Rude.

Anyway, if we must ride out this tropical storm, we might as well do it stylishly. Here's what I'm thinking...

To wear:

Hurricane Chic 

I mean truthfully, I'm probably not going to spend too much time outside when Irene decides to make her whirlwind tour of New York City. If it's necessary though, I'll pretend a small umbrella won't get turned completely inside out, throw on a borrowed Barbour jacket, some jorts and Hunters, and make a run for it. Where could I possibly need to go? That's yet to be seen, but Duane Reade, and Spice seem like the only realistic places. For staying indoors all weekend, even though it's not particularly chilly, I'll still cozy up in a soft sweater, PJ pants and moccasins, and give myself a manicure while drooling over Kate Moss' wedding photos.

To watch:

I mean, right? I don't know why you wouldn't watch an epic natural disaster movie based in New York City while an actual natural disaster approaches our fair city. It's Jake Gyllenhaal and Dennis Quaid vs. Mother Nature. It's awesome.

To drink:

Mix these things together...

And you get the perfect Hurricane Irene cocktail - a Dark 'N' Stormy!

I'm pretty sure that a themed cocktail (or three) is exactly what's in order to ride out this crazy weather.

Seriously though, all my East Coast friends, pay attention to the news, stay safe, and find a floatation device.

See you on the other side!

the muppets take manhattan... with nail polish?

Tully loves The Muppets.

I love OPI nail polish.

This is OPI nail polish inspired by the new Muppets movie.

I didn't know there was such a thing, but now I'm excited. So is she.

Perhaps the best part of this collection is the names of the polishes, which include:

Wocka Wocka

Meep Meep Meep

Rainbow Connection

Warm & Fozzie

That's all, I just thought you should know.

from my favorite book...

"It's difficult to explain, but I just somehow feel that I never really have lived; that I never really will live--exist or whatever--in the sense that other people do. It drives me crazy. I was terribly aware of it all those nights waiting for you in the Ritz bar looking around at what seemed to be real grown-up lives. I just find everybody else's life surrounded by plate glass. I mean I'd like to break through it just once and actually touch one. "

{outfit post} home turf happy hour...

I swear to you guys, I don't spend my entire life going to brunches, happy hours and parties with other bloggers. However, it really seems like it sometimes, doesn't it? We just have an understanding. A no-judgement-if-you-want-me-to-take-pictures-of-you-crossing-your-ankles-and-admiring-your-own-shoes understanding. Aside from that though, we style bloggers are really genial and fun-loving people, so why wouldn't we get together all the time and eat omlettes and/or drink $3 beers? Exactly. Hence we get together all the time. If you want to get technical, the transitive property proves that the more I socialize, the more outfit-y my blog gets. Just go with it.

To that point, I met up with Sonia on Friday afternoon, just around the corner from my apartment, for a happy hour drink and some serious catch-up. We sat at the bar of this sort of random-but-cute-and-nicely-air-conditioned restaurant on 8th Avenue called Donnatella. The beer was cold, the conversation was lively, and then we took pictures.

7 for All Mankind jorts (cut from old bootcut jeans); H&M tank; Forever 21 vest (borrowed from Tully); Persol sunglasses (similar to these); Lyndi bag c/o Kooba; vintage necklaces; Urban Outfitters wedges.

Here's the part where I say, "Hey Tulls, thanks for letting me borrow your vest while you were out of town,  even though I didn't really ask, since we share a closet and you hijacked my shirt to take to Salt Lake City. I realize that it's the best part of the whole outfit, so really this post is like an homage to our shared good taste." Or something along those lines. (I've said it before and I'll say it again: What is the point of having roommates if you can't treat their closet like an extension of yours?)

 Michael Michael Kors watch (similar to this); Tiffany & vintage rings.

Kate moss x Mario Testino wedding shots...

As you probably guessed, the outtakes from Kate Moss' July wedding, shot by Mario Testino are absolutely gorgeous. Check them out right now on Fashionista.com, and soon in the September issue of American Vogue.

{outfit post} summer storm...

I must be starting to sound like a broken record by now, but last week I met up with Meghan to go to yet another fashion event that involved canapes and champagne. It's a tough life, I tell you, but somebody's gotta blog about it.

Whist sipping and snacking, we brainstormed with the design team behind Brahmin to come up with our ideal handbag. It was an interesting evening of creativity and clashing ideas, but ultimately really fun to learn about the logistics of a bag's construction, detailing, hardware and materials all come together.

The even was held at the Hotel Giraffe on 26th and Park Avenue South, so I made a vain attempt to hail a cab, which, if you're a New Yorker you'll understand, is nearly impossible in the rain. By the time I had walked five blocks waving one arm in the air, I was already half-way there.

H&M dress; Fendi bag; Mee Too flats; vintage necklace.

This is the new H&M dress I bought last week, and I'm just obsessed. I love the mustard color, and sometimes there's nothing easier than a long-sleeved mini dress. 

Believe it or not, I purchased this little Fendi baguette when I was 17. I was in Paris in July, during the the French soldes, when all the stores have their amazing sales. I think I paid about 89 euros for it, and to this day it's one of my favorite treasures. As overly branded as it is, it's neutral and just big enough to hold all my going-out necessities, which keeps it in heavy rotation in my closet.

This last picture is one of my all time favorites, big ups to Meghan and her photography skills!