Had to show my Indy pride on Race Day!
Wall of beautiful boots at Centerville Western Stores
Bolts of perfect prints at Pendleton Woolen Mills Outlet
Kitschy Heaven at SC’s
#nowplaying Beach House- Teen Dream
Happy September, Pose-rs! Can ya even believe it is the 9th month of 2011?! I cannot. Once this Indian Summer scoots on by, I’ll be very happy to usher in tights/boots season. All in due time.
As I recently shared, I’m taking part in a clothing library trial called Flux: Fashion on Lend. Laura, the head librarian if you will, put together a lovely lookbook featuring all of the garments available for check-out worn by some very professional models. Check it out here: Flux Lookbook. I’m going to write a wrap-up about the trial for NN, so stay tuned for more specific thoughts on this process. The arty may or may not reference how weird the word “look” becomes after writing it over and over.
And since it is Sunday, I’ll link to one of my favorite Sabbath traditions as of late: Between Peace & Happiness’s Sunday Scrapbook. I love this collection of re-posted photos, mostly because I feel like the blogger, Emily, is inside my mind, seeing what I think about, lust after, and desire. I usually cast a favorable eye on all but very few of the pictures she chooses to share. I love the mix of fashion and food, two of the areas of life where I experience the most intense, specific cravings. You go girl, thanks for sharing.
Ok, that’s your tease. Go check it out for your darn self!
Another successful trip to Little Edie’s Five & Dime today! As I’ve written before, Little Edie’s is one of my go-to shops for thrifting. Truth be told, my end-of-event retail therapy sesh goal today was to acquire these:
I envisioned them as the perfect reward at the end of a demanding few weeks at work. Alas, Nordie downtown did not have my size, or any size for that matter, boo hiss, in the glittery gold version of this popular slip-on. [Sidenote: I don’t see many around town so who the fuzz is snapping up all of them?! Tweens? Vampires? I’d sure like to know.] My army green TOMS are well-loved and I’ve been wanting another, flashier, alternative for months. I may take to the interwebz to get my pair, I may just wait it out and check a few other locations around town. Needless to say, I walked home in the rain, tired as balls, dejected that my reward plan was foiled.
ENTER: Little Edie’s!
Stopped in today totally on a whim after checking out Milepost 5 for my GalTime article this week. As a part of their “grand opening weekend,” Milepost 5 advertised a free writing workshop and I figured it sure as shiz couldn’t hurt, plus I’ve been wanting to check out this self-proclaimed “Community for Creatives” for a while now. On my way home, I was zoning out like ya do on the highway [JK, mom!], and I realized I could swing by Little Edie’s quite conveniently if I took the next exit. DONE and oh yes that’s right DONE. Behold my findings:
I still cannot believe this purse score. It sat in a case that was new since my last visit and I noticed it en route to the register. I struck out in the garment department, yes even with the $1 bin on my side, so I picked up the gold belt [keeping with the color theme of the day] and was going to be on my merry way when I saw “it” behind the glass. It looked luxe, vintage Gucci-esqe, and definitely out of my spending range even though I know Little Edie’s keeps prices low. I opened the flap to reveal the price, $11, and I let out an audible squeal. It would be mine! Such a glorious [and rare] shopping moment when desire and reality meet so perfectly. Another prosperous venture to one of my favorites.
Now currently in need of night out to debut purse. Hmm….
Hope you all have had a fabulous weekend. And to those of you in the great state of Oregon, keep those poses extra flashy; we could all use some light amongst the gloom!
The return of music! YAY MUSIC! Mega sweet luv song, plus the “he” in the song is wise enough to call attention to his lady’s “amazing dress”… take note fellas! LIKE.
For reasons I’m still unsure of, I was not officially LIKING Marc Jacobs on Facespace until yesterday- and I call myself a fashion blogger, pshhhh! All is amended and my fandom has already been rewarded tenfold as MJ’s peeps keep his page updated with photos and videos on the reg. An early favorite:
Which convienetly leads me to my next link luv. My job has united me with my interwebz soulmate, a person who loves the http://www.blahblahblah.com just as much as I do. He sends a steady stream of viral gems my way each day, but this one featuring WAH Nail Salon is his best find thus far.
Le sigh… I could keep posting photo after photo I’m so in lust. Spring Break 2K11: LONDON?! Nails. Nails. Nails.
And finally, an ode to a POSE via this photo montage from Bill Cunningham of NYT’s city style bible, On the Street. As if I could resist!
Get chu some Loubies and strike one all your own. That’s yer homework for the week, WINK.
Happy December, kittens. The last few weeks of 2010.. mind blown! It is now within this strange three week window when Christmas tunes do not annoy me and the “Folk Holidays” station on Pandora streams nightly. A shitty cover of River came on said station last night and I immediately went to my itunes to listen to the original, only to realize that in the Great Data Transfer of July 2010, none of my Joni made it to my new computer. Gasp! Oversight immediately corrected. This is one of my favorite “not really a Christmas song Christmas songs” [see also King’s Crossing by Elliott Smith and the entire Little Women soundtrack]. I remember it playing as BG and I drove across Idaho at night during my own Oregon Trail migration, two years ago this week. Always makes me tear up a little, it’s just so gosh darn purdy.
This week has been cray cray. I participated in the Jingle Bell Run 5K this morning and it felt so. good. to. move. To use my body. To feel the spirit of the crowd. Cold air is invigorating, cleansing in my lungs. The course took all 3,000+ of us along Naito Pkwy, meaning I got the chance to say “Good Mornin” to almost all of my Willamette bridge buddies. SWOON. Am mega grateful for Portland, for races, for the foxy lady running in front of me wearing red fishnets, booty shorts and an elf hat [note to self: must step up race day ensemble next year].
Work was the main stressor for me this week. I’ve felt equal parts excitement, nervousness and disappointment as a result of a promotion. I know it is for the best, however I cannot help but feel taken advantage of in many ways. I’ve struggled with resentment and jealousy towards other co-workers, but ultimately I need to NUT UP and realize that some things are never going to change in my current place of employment and be grateful to have a job period. I must focus on this new role and take as much out of it as I can so someday I can move on and be compensated fairly (blogging doesn’t pay the bills, kids). End rant.
Aside from knowing that photographic evidence has surfaced confirming the budding romance between Taylor Swift and Jakey G [he’s dead to me], I am way behind on my news this week. I was planning on seeing Black Swan today, but alas, it doesn’t open in PDX until next week. Am hoping to get some gift shopping done today and must carbo load/take bath in sanitizer for my inagural trip to the G’will bins tomorrow with K & S.
Buuuut, I couldn’t let a post go by without some fashion talk! Behold…
In an effort to make us all feel better about ourselves, Ms. Berry stepped out in this shiny mess, reminding the world that even she can hit the stylish skids sometimes.Leighton Meester demonstrates how NOT to don menswear:
YSL documentary?! Can’t wait!!! Plus, I think I could watch just about anything if it were narrated in French… c’est magnifique!
This dress is unbelievable:
Truly a work of art! The print reminds me of dishes and also this Roberto Cavalli number:
Love ’em both.
Ah, yes, all is right in Pose-land. Off to enjoy this cold, sunny Sunday. Wishing you well in making your list, checking it twice and picking the perfect shopping ensemble. Hearts!
“Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.”
-Ricky Fitts, American Beauty 1999
As much as I love [love, love] to write, at times I would rather sit back and look. Images inspire ideas [ideally, WINK]. Last week, a new phone came into my life, hurrah!, and the return of mobile upload capabilities has sent me into image-capture overdrive ever since. I actually have to stop myself from sharing too much with my friends of the Facespace sort. Do they really want to see what the rug looks like at the coffee shop I’m at?! No! [but it’s sooooo clever, says my mind’s eye]
I reference the quote above from American Beauty nearly everyday in my mind. It truly is overwhelming how much loveliness is readily accessible in the world without even putting forth much effort. Alarm goes off, eyes open, what do you see first? Is there beauty in the way your sleepy peepers automatically adjust to take in the weird yellow green color of the clock numbers? Or what if your first glance darts to the curves of the ceiling fan above? Is there beauty to be seen in every waking moment?
Oh baby, I think so.
On the fairest of information highways, I often find myself perusing site after site online, audibly proclaiming excitement/inspiration/delight at what I see. The only way I know to reconcile all the sensory stimulation around me is to record it like a madwoman. And since I was brought up like a good Midwestern gal [corn fed, in bed by 9pm], I am good at sharing with others. Behold some recent gems. Some are silly, some are subtle, all are PoseCity deemed beautiful.
Blinkandyou’llmissit street art. LIKE.
Hilar. Costume of the Year: ‘Ween 2010.
Just read the whole post that contains the image above why don’t ya?
Kate Hudson on the cover of November 2010 Elle magazine. I feel like this cover would warm me on a cold day… it is so sunny and bright and I love it.
Gah, um, eeh, eeeek, wa, wan…..WANT! NOW!
David Hockney’s A Bigger Splash, 1967: Suburban ideal drenched in bright matte hues.
Ri Ri’s red hair!!! She is so fearless when it comes to experimenting with her look. Rihanna is not afraid of color or accessories, both of which can be risky, but she pulls it off so admirably. Being draped in Miu Miu with Matt Kemp on your arm can’t hurt a girl’s ensemble either.
No surprise that Vogue would throw an amazing Halloween party. This photo is from one shin-dig held at Lanvin’s new store on Madison Avenue. It reminds me of cotton candy and I really like the unique perspective of the frame. I want to party with Alber Elbaz & co!
Beauty in music vid form. I saw Y La Bamba perform in May and their music is hauntingly dreamy. Other worldly. I love the final images in this video of Luz Elena Mendoza’s shadow running into the light at dusk, then finally exploding into a flock of birds! Swoon!
Sigh… don’t you just feel full? Like you ate a multi-course meal from the kitchen of the Fashion Goddesses? Yum yum yum.
Hope all settles well in those tummies. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach; the way to any Pose-rs heart surely must be through the eyes.
Much love. Cheers,
Went to pick up a hold at the library yesterday and stumbled upon this. Which led me to check out The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton on a whim. So far so good. Stopped at Stumptown Coffee downtown for Rooibos tea and a window view (oh, right, I’m reading.. concentrate on reading….).