11 March 2010

style(hunt): briefcase

Chanel Perspex Briefcase
When I was a child, my dad would let me play with his old leather briefcase. It was auburn brown with gold hardware and I would carry it around the house like I had important business. It was the era of power dressing. An Alex P. Keaton in the making. In all actuality, it was only filled with my drawings, markers and whatever baubles I treasured at that time. I was allowed to play with it because my dad had upgraded to a sleek, black crocodile case with silver hinges and lock. Maybe this childhood experience is why I've always wanted a briefcase. I remember thinking that I wanted a chrome one as a college graduation gift in anticipation of my first job. That was when I still used sitcoms as a gauge for my future. I really thought high school would be like Save By the Bell. So disappointing.


One doesn't really see people with briefcases anymore. Messenger, tote and computer bags, yes. Briefcases, no. I am talking about the old-fashioned, hardside *knock, knock, knock* attaché case. I had a professor who carried one. It was this worn, clunky thing at least a couple of decades old. He would walk into the classroom, put it on the front table, and pull out his notes. He would then proceed to lecture for an hour and a half straight with no slides or visual aids. The class was totally devoid of any type of technology since we were not even allowed to take notes on our computers, just pen and paper. It was as if he was letting you know upfront with his briefcase, his teaching style.

I still want a briefcase but really have no reason for one. My computer bag is still more functional. The biggest advantage is that it is hands free. Plus, do I want people to assume that I am carrying around a poker set or at best guess a gun? They are really only seen for ransom drops and other sketchy cash payoff. But I think I am just using TV as a reference again. Regardless, this reasoning didn't stop me from looking around to see what the modern age has to offer.


Tumi Tennyson Attache, $1,995

Asprey Bond Attache, £2,500

Vanguard Business Series Modern 84 Attache, $117.95

Rimowa Topas Aluminum Silver Attache Case, $945

Zero Halliburton 4" aluminum attaché, $550

Totally Bamboo Bamboo Attache Case, $218.95

Louis Vuitton Président, $4,200

01 March 2010

style(hunt): pin-up swimsuits

diana von furstenberg // michael kors

Last week I was IMing with one of my friends and we were swapping links of potential swimsuits. Of all the years that I have gone swimsuit shopping, I've never had a clear plan before walking into the store. I've had the mentality of as long as it looked good on me (or sometimes just settling with mildly looking good) I didn't care the style. As much as I love to shop, swimsuit shopping has always been a chore or a last minute errand.

While cyber shopping with her, I noticed that there were three dominent styles of the season the standard cut-out sexy or barely existent, the ruffle/fringe, and surprisingly retro bombshell. Okay, maybe I could get a little bit more excited. I saw them on the runway last year, but not so much in stores. I've decided that I wanted to do something a little different this season. A 1940/1950-ish suit with a modern twist. Eh? However, I also noticed that that many sites didn't provide a view of suit from the back. Seriously? I realize that finding a swimsuit is more of something to be done in person, but give a girl a little hint.

But back to the excitement -- I like the idea of a modern day pin-up girl. My friend says that to really pull off the look I need to be tatted up. I am going to have to disagree on that point, but I'll consider a temporary tattoo.

Leda Halter & Ruffle Brief

Becca® Butterfly one-shoulder bandeau top & Skirted scoop bottom

Carmen Marc Valvo retro one-piece

Esther Williams Vintage Swimsuit 50's Style

Esther Williams Vintage Swimsuit 50's Style

The Bettie - Retro Halter Swimsuit

Classic Bikini Swimsuit

The Betty Swimsuit

Retro Sailor Swimsuit

Halter Eight Suit

Bill Top & Bottom


runway photo cred: ivan lattuada/sgp; marcio madeira via style.com

15 January 2010

design(mode): moncler

Moncler Gamme Rouge

Winter is my favorite season because the coldness means layering and layering means the opportunity to wear more stuff. I hoard during the summer and spring, catching all the good off-season sales and wait very impatiently to bring out my long hibernating purchases. I'll admit that sometimes I might wear some winter gear at the first sign of a temperature drop that might be a little too heavy duty for the actual weather, but I can't help it. However, when winter arrives, I am well prepared and fill in the gaps as I go. My go-to 'functional vs. fabulous' coat is an olive green puffy that is so warm that sometimes I sweat glisten in the dead of winter. I accessorize with scarves, gloves and hats but at the end of the day when one thinks of puffy coat, chic does not fall close behind. That's why going out at night or to events, I'll go with the cape or trench or leather or pea coat. Yes, I am warmer than not wearing a coat at all, but I can't help but yearn for my puffy as the wind whips by. Maybe this is why I fell in love with Moncler so easily. Gorgeous puffy wear adorned with fur, jewels and baubles. I'm inspired.


I purchased a puffy coat a couple years ago that has the same silhouette as the Tanya (below) -- especially the collar and length. That was the main reason I bought the coat, but after only one winter of wear, the zipper broke and it has its home in the back of the coat closet. I wear it only once or twice a season, because I have to step in and out of it to keep the bottom of the zipper together so it'll still zip; this means only wearing it to places I am not going to take off my coat and it is hard to foresee that all the time you know. But now, I am thinking about actually getting that stupid zipper fixed, find/make a bejeweled belt & oversize brooch and stepping out with my new Moncler inspired coat.







photo cred: moncler.com

25 September 2009

idle(prattle): thank you, kind of

Thanks Schmanks

I have about ten thank-you notes that I have procrastinated in writing. I am a little old fashion and write thank-you notes that require the services of the post office. Yes, sometimes it is just easier to shoot off an email, but for certain occasions I just think real paper is needed. It also takes a little more effort, hence my laziness. But I know I still get very excited when I get a piece of mail that is not a bill & that unexpected thank-you note can make someone's day. Plus, since I have a secret love affair with stationery it all works out. I like looking for note cards that are unique and often imagine having a stationery box filled with cards for any occasion -- thank you for alerting me about that sample sale -- when I am trying to conjure the spirit of Martha Stewart. But right now I just have a designated drawer in my desk. Also, friends' parents aside, my thank you notes tend to be a little snarky.




Thanks Man

Thanks for Your Support

Thanks for Your Support

Thanks for Letting Me Stay


05 August 2009

idle(prattle): luxury cycling

I have a secret. I don't know how to ride a bicycle. Don't judge. Christian Dior couldn't ride one either. I do have fond memories racing along with my training wheels. Then my dad decided it was time to take those off and traumatized me forever. I have managed to avoid putting myself into situations that include riding a bike. I went to a wedding last year where I bumped into a friend who just came off of a cross country bike trip. She was trying to get us all to ride bikes around the island. Thank goodness the majority of my friends prefer partying to biking. Situation diverted. Before that, I was dating this guy and I let slip that I didn't know how to ride a bike. He thought it was cute and wanted to teach me how to ride. I thought it would be a good idea too; a sweet date in the park. That is until I started imagining me freaking out and with scabby knees. No thank you. I think I would be more motivated if I had a cute bike. One with a basket and a bell and possibly streamers. Painted in jadeite. And a matching helmet.



Keeping the dream alive.  I want a bike that is me, that I trust to ride because I'll admit that I am a little scared. I have been looking at Electra bikes, customizing them in my head. Not sure if I really buy in to the theory of a bicycle being the IT girl's fashion accessory but I do really like the blog Copenhagen Cycle Chic which features fashionable Copenhageners (and others) on their bicycles. Inspiration. Still searching, but during my hunt I've discovery the niche of the luxury bike. I clearly don not know enough about bikes to know if the specs on these bikes are impressive but they are still very interesting.

Fendi Abici Amante Donna
$5,900 - $9,500 available exclusively from Fendi flagship stores

Hermès Bicycle
$4,000 available at hermes.com

Gucci Cruiser Bicycle
$6365 available at gucci.com

Chanel Bicycle
$12,400 limited edition

Cynthia Rowley Beach Cruiser
$550 available at cynthiarowley.com

James Perse Cruiser
available exclusively at James Perse boutiques

Aurumania 24k Gold Plated Bicycle
$26,791.83 or $102,418.60 with Swarovski Crystals

Hublot “All Black” Bicycle
limited edition, available exclusively through Hublot stores



03 August 2009

idle(prattle): wedding shows

As I plan my wedding, I am learning more and more about myself. For one, I am not the typical bride. I am decisive but pretty laid back. I don't think this in my one chance to be princess for the day. And apparently, I wasn't born with the bridal gene.

I went to a bridal show with my mom. I knew nothing about them or what to expect, but I figured that this would be the easiest way to see/meet the local vendors in my area without having to call/email/carrier pigeon each individual one. The trade-off being that they blast your email and send you 'cute' stuff in the mail. Anyway, it was from 1 - 5pm and I figured that we could get there by 3 and knock it out. My mother insisted that we get there no later than 1:15pm. Not that she is a crazy mother of the bride, she just hates being late for anything.

We get there at 1:30 because I had to make a quick detour for coffee and we go to every. single. vendor. Overall, most of the people were...eh. I thought it was funny though how I would start looking through someone's portfolio and see the standard, industry glossy photos. I guess they would not see the normal, gushing reaction and start questioning me about my plans. One cake lady pulls this album out of nowhere. It is filled with all of these multi-shaped, magnificent, colorful cakes. It was weird how a lot the vendors had these secret books of their "more creative" projects hidden away. It was like you had to say a special password to see them. One even told me that she doesn't keep it out because most brides don't want to see them because it scares them, but those are the kind of projects that they like doing most + they are usually the coolest brides. I hear ya.



My only really bad interaction was with this bridal & evening wear dress place. The night before I looked at their site and I saw that they did custom work; I wanted to make sure that I got a chance to talk to them. When I go over and start describing my dress to her....1930s, satin, cowl neck, amazing back...she looks at me in horror and says that she had never seen anything like that at any of the buying shows she has gone to. I am like, 'that's great!' - thinking no one will have a dress like mine. She then lowers her voice as if telling me a secret and says "when you look at your wedding pictures 10 years from now, you don't want to think that you made a mistake and went with something too trendy" I answer her back in the same whisper, "It is not that trendy if it is from the 1930s." Icky, icky woman.

The fashion show was about to start, so my mom and I take our seats and of course all the dresses featured were from the same bridal shop. Crap...where's the bar? Got my glass of red wine and now I am ready. My mom was cracking me up the entire time since she cannot really whisper and had an opinion about every poofy dress and model. Then they did this dramatization about a prince, fairies, multi-colored tulle, magic wands and...actually I don't know what it was about. I zoned out.

The moral of the story is that bridal shows are a good place to see your vendor options and get a grasp of rates in your area. You will probably earn yourself a tote bag and other free novelties that will end up in your junk drawer. Oh, and there is usually a raffle drawing at the end, but you have to make it through the fashion shows. Wine helps.

31 July 2009

idle(prattle): how paris hilton changed my life


Last month I read a NYT article that declared that if you are going to the Barneys New York shoe department and wear "either a size 5 or a size 10, the world is your oyster; virtually any shoe will be glowing and untouched before you, like a mythical elf treasure in World of Warcraft." Preaching to the choir. Finally thankful for my shoe size. Growing up, my shoe size went along with my grade level. My first recognition of this was in the sixth grade. While other girls were still shopping in the girls section, I had made my way up to the womens' racks with a size 6. And it went on this way. In the seventh grade, size 7. Eighth grade, size 8. Ninth grade, size 9. I remember wishing beyond hope that it would stop there. I just did not want to enter into double digit territory. My mother told me it was okay because I was tall. But then I went to summer camp between 7th and 8th grade and met a girl my height. She was a 5. All hope was abandoned. I settled into the 10-ish range.

The only good thing about wearing a size ten was that none of my friends wore the same size, which meant no sharing. Other than that, I felt like I was banished to the end of the universe whenever shoe shopping.  For all you 'regular' size women, you may not have noticed that all the 10+ sizes are always situated on the outside aisle or in dark corners. And it is just not my internal craziness running wild. Anytime I would tell another woman my size, I would get this look of pity or a sharp gasp, as if saying - My dear, I am so sorry you were cursed with banana boat feet. But this was much nicer than the flat out "eew" that I sometimes got.


By college, I referred to my size in EU and UK measurements. I thought I could blend; EU were all double digits and UK knocked me down to singles. The really strange thing is that I am not tied to the number attached to my clothes. I could care less and if you looked inside my closet you would swear that it was shared by four or five different people. But at the end of the day, I had major issues about my big feet. It seems that asking a woman her shoe size is like asking her age...the bigger the number the more resistance.

So how does Paris fit into all of this? No, I've never met her. One day I walked into a Chanel boutique in Las Vegas. I wandered into the shoe section and started chatting with the salesgirl. She was gushing about how their boutique had this one shoe and it was the only store in the city. Okay, let's try it on. What size do you wear? Once again because of my issues, I had gotten into the habit of prefacing my answer with - I have big feet, I wear a size...41 or 42. She quickly responded back with - You know Paris Hilton wears an 11 so don't worry about it.

It is not that I found comfort imagining Paris clomping around with her big feet. It was more of how this total stranger (commission check or not) told me not to worry about my big feet. No cringing. For years, I second guessed every pointy toe shoe that crossed my path. I had avoided white shoes, thinking they would only make them look bigger; purposely stayed away from flats, thinking they would only make them look longer. For some reason, I left my shoe size insecurities on the floor of Chanel. Sounds more dramatic saying it like that, right?

It is human nature that when we find out that someone (especially a "celebrity") has the same secret/issue as us, we feel some kind of connection. You know that if you had webbed toes and then you found out that Gisele had them too, you would be like Z.O.M.G. me too! And then tell everyone who had anything to say about you and your webbed toes - Oh yeah, well guess who else has webbed toes? However, in my case Paris is not the best representative to use,

Size 10
Tyra Banks, Lauren Ambrose, Asia Argento, Ciara, Cindy Crawford, Bryce Dallas Howard, Jenna Elfman, Katie Holmes, Jerry Hall, Shalom Harlow, Teri Hatcher, Elizabeth Jagger, Jacqueline Kennedy-Onassis, Jemma Kidd, Heidi Klum, Lucy Lawless, Ananda Lewis, Eva Mendes, Mandy Moore, Beth Ostrosky, Laura Prepon, Francesca "Frankie" Rayder, Krysten Ritter, Lela Rochon, Monica Seles, Stephanie Seymour, Maria Sharapova, LeeLee Sobieski, Martha Stewart, Elizabeth Taylor , Liv Tyler, Gabrielle Union, Meredith Vieira, Sigourney Weaver, Serena Williams

Size 10.5
Audrey Hepburn , Nicky Hilton, Oprah Winfrey

Size 11
Nona Gaye, Steffi Graf, Famke Janssen, Evangeline Lilly, Missi Pyle, Meg Ryan, Uma Thurman, Venus Williams, Kate Winslet

Size 11.5
Gabrielle Reece, Wendy Williams, Bridgette Wilson-Sampras

Size 12
Kristanna Loken, Elle MacPherson, Michelle Wie

11 June 2009

idle(prattle): black & blue


I am in the middle of planning my wedding and have hit a roadblock. Surprisingly, it is from the guys. My bridesmaids' dresses are navy, almost a midnight blue. We have also decided that the guys are going to wear black suits. Now because I am letting them wear their own suits, I get to pick the shirt that they are all going to wear. I want it to be, wait for it...blue.

Before you cringe in horror, trust me they will look good! I had to do some runway & red carpet research to convince these boys that it will work and the tie that we are gifting them will bring it all together. Since I did all this work researching navy and black combos, I've decided to share. I have come to the conclusion that "fashion rules" are meant to be broken because there is always an exception to the rule. However, I think it is funny that some people are only willing to break them if someone goes before them ::sigh:: Plus, since everyone in the wedding party is rocking navy it won't seem like they accidentally put a blue shirt on.






Anne Hathaway @ the Golden Globes // Demi Moore at the House Bunny Premiere

Meadham Kirchhoff F08 // Jill Stuart F08

Erin Fetherston F08 // Balenciaga F09

From Sartorialist @ Marni F09 show // Bill Blass F03

(top, clockwise)
Courteney Cox, Marc Jacobs F07, Thakoon F07, Mary Kate Olsen, Anne Hathaway (wait...that's the same dress), Zooey Deschanel, Victoria Beckhamn


08 June 2009

idle(prattle): what is vintage?

I was browsing through eBay's vintage category today and I stumbled upon a couple of items that made me question - "can you really slap the label on anything and call it vintage?"

I saw a "Dior" dress (in quotes because I am not quite sure that it is actually Dior) from 2005 that was billed at being vintage. Really? There was also a BCBG dress from the 90s that was vintage. Hmmm....

I wonder if this has to do with the seller's age or just trying to make their listing sound more appealing? I remember asking my mom for her "vintage" clothes from the 60s and here saying to me that they weren't vintage! As a child of the 90s, I question now if my clothes are now considered vintage? I just think they are old and are buried in my closet at my parents house. Maybe by the time I have children old enough to fit in them, I will be more apt to consider them vintage. I have a purse from the 80s that I consider vintage, but are the 90s up for the title too???

15 May 2009

idle(prattle): fanny pack

Me and a friend were waiting to pick up our food and decided to browse a vintage store a block away. Poking around in the baubles and scarves I felt uninspired until I saw the metallic. mesh. fanny. pack. Yes, I said fanny pack. Hearing my audible gasp, she came around the corner to find me,

HER: Where are you going to wear that??
ME: It is black, silver, gold and bronze. Where can't I wear it!?!

I cannot wait to sport my new fanny pack or the more fashionable term -- waist bag. I threw it on to take a photo, but I'll try to remember to take another one with a better outfit built around it. Perhaps a combination of metallics.

photo cred: caw
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