april showers… f#@k off already.

04/21/2011 abbe Leave a comment

jacket: Alessandro dell’Acqua, 2004 | pants: Stella McCartney for Adidas, 2010 | boots: Fendi, 2010 | rain/sun hat: Tilley, 2011 | bag: Luba J, 2005

i must say there are two things i’m starting to get really really really sick of. rain, and the color black.

o wait sorry, that’s way too shallow and fashiony sounding. what i really should say is: there are two things i’m starting to get really really really sick of: Climate Change, and the bleak and grim pervasive despondency persistently manifested in my quotidien sartorial selections.

[ ha ha ha ahaa uggh i’m a style blogger shoot me now ]

BAGS, OUTERWEAR, SEPARATES

tatters

04/20/2011 abbe Leave a comment

jacket: 7 (Japan), 2008 | leggings: Adidas, 2011 | shoes: Yohji Yamamoto Y3, 2010 | bag: Azzedine Alaïa, 2005 | scarf: Geld Iaz, 1996

dinner at Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano with Zainab Jah and Danai Gurira. (remember when Zainab Jah was a badassed rifle-toting hottie in The New York Times? i just love that photo.)

"friends & family" pre-opening drinks at Teatro aka Theater Bar.

DRESSES, SEPARATES, SHOES

armani per sempre

04/19/2011 abbe 1 Comment

dress: Geld Iaz, 2003 | jacket: Geld Iaz, 1995 | boots: All Saints, 2010 | eyewear: Gianni Versace, 2004 | bag: Yves St Laurent, 2008

this dress is actually this evening gown, just dumbed down by temporarily removing the beaded straps and whatnot. and this jacket is one of the first pieces i ever made, long before i even became Geld Iaz— it’s essentially the reason i decided i never ever ever wanted to tailor ever again, holy cow what a pain in the ass it was.

just running errands and things. really i wanted to check out these shoes at Burberry Prorsum in SoHo, but they didn’t have them in stock (thank gawd). but siiigh now i’m torn about whether i should simply order them online.

drinks at La Gazzetta.

HEADGEAR, SEPARATES, SHOES

buck up, buttercup. 02

04/18/2011 abbe Leave a comment

hat: Stetson, 2010 | sweater: Quill’s Woollen Market Ireland Hand Knit, 1999 | leggings: Adidas, 2010 | boots: Michael Kors, 2009

i mean, rilly? strappy sandals one day, shearling boots the next? geee we should just do this back and forth every other day until fucking July. yea, that’ll be fun.

EYEWEAR, HEADGEAR, SEPARATES

golden hour

04/15/2011 abbe Leave a comment

beautiful day. very late lunch / early drinks at Cercle Rouge.

SEPARATES, SHOES

buck up, buttercup.

04/14/2011 abbe Leave a comment

jacket: Yohji Yamamoto (men’s), 2008 | tights: Donna Karan, 2010 | boots: Michael Kors, 2009

i mean, rilly? strappy sandals one day, shearling boots the next? look— even the poor blossoms are confused. WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE BLOSSOMS?!

also: how come my wardrobe dwarfs sweetie’s by about 650% and yet i can’t stop stealing his clothes. it’s kinda ridiculous.

EYEWEAR, SEPARATES, SHOES

cargo

04/13/2011 abbe 2 Comments

top: Geld Iaz, 2007 | cargo pants: Joyce Leslie, 2004 | shoes: DSquared, 2003 | eyewear: Yves St Laurent, 2010

it’s 74˚! yay! you know what that means— Aperol spritzers at my faaavorite outdoor cafe in all of NYC, Gusto Ristorante e Bar Americano (again).

and yes these cargo pants are from Joyce Leslie, i bought them for like 24 bucks, i got them in black and eggshell too. and funny— these were the pants (in black) i was wearing when i went to auditon for that big "reality" teevee show about the fashion designers, that i’m not really allowed to chronicle because i signed a non-disclosure agreement. to make a long story short, a few years ago John Gulager (the winner of the last Project Greenlight contest/reality-series) recommended i go try out for this other "reality" series (and when an experienced contest winner like that suggests you do something similar, you don’t think about it, you just do it).

so i did, and i made it all the way to the last stage of the audition where you personally address the final deciding committee— it was a darkened daunting room with cameras and things and a bunch of intimidating producers and teevee personalities and former contestants and whatnot. i had my portfolio and three dresses just as required, but everybody in the room was a creepy jerkface (except for the one nice former contestant who was totally feelin my motorcycle gear), i am not even kidding. they were impatient with my portfolio and couldn’t care less about my dresses, but the one article of clothing they liked of all things, were my pants— one of the intimidating producer creeps exasperatedly asked me, "well, did you make your pants?"

i had to bite my tongue, i wanted to tell her "no they’re from Joyce Leslie, i got them for 24 bucks. you stupid tasteless bitch." but then i refrained, because i realized that kind of arrogant attitude was exactly what was going to land me a spot on the show, but being in that room with all those creepotoids made me really not want to experience another minute of that horror. and i was right, because a little while later somebody i know ended up on Top Chef, and she fucking hated it.

anyway. mhmmp, this is why i will never be rich.

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