Archive for the ‘fashion’ Category

New Bohemian chic? UPDATED!

Saturday, January 19th, 2013

Time for shoe blogging!

Take a look at these sandals, which are featured in today’s WSJ’s article on The New Bohemians
The haute hippie look reminiscent of faraway places has returned in a smart new form—and just in time for the warm days ahead

The article shows a variety of outfits tastefully mixing pseudo-ethnic prints with plain pieces, and the sandals are at the end, where they advise you to “Work one of these items into a classic, simple ensemble to get the look of Bohemian 2.0”

Bohemian with bucks beaucoup,

Lambskin Sandals, $2,175, Chanel, 800-550-0005

and also with a lot of time, to buckle on and off.

Instead of a Bohemian/hippie vibe, these bring back a different memory altogether,

Linked by Dustbury, who says,

Fausta, with the tango in her soul and the legs to die for


What to put in the kitchen that ate the house

Saturday, November 17th, 2012

Trendy day at F’sB:

First trend:
The Kitchen That Ate the House
The high-end home’s newest great room features plush furniture, fireplaces, multiple flat screens—and a few carefully hidden appliances. Just look for the cook’s dirty secret in the next room.
Like, a kitchen off the kitchen?

Long the de facto central gathering space of the home, the kitchen has ballooned in size in recent years to become the new great room. At the highest end, some are over 3,000 square feet, outfitted with walk-in refrigeration rooms, multiple seating areas, wet bars and fireplaces, with fixtures and décor intentionally designed to look like hip living rooms. In some cases, much of the actual cooking is being relegated to a second, smaller kitchen space, so that the main kitchen can be used for entertaining—minus the unsavory dirty dishes or cooking smells.

Me, I like it when the house smells of bacon.

Second trend:
Reclaimed rustic chicken coop, found at The Hater’s Guide To The Williams-Sonoma Catalog, via Ace,

Williams-Sonoma says: “Built exclusively for us in their urban garden workshop, Laughing Chickens Coops have a classic, old-world design, constructed from the highest quality reclaimed redwood. $65 delivery.”
Price: $759.95 (with painted chicken), $599.95 (plain)

Notes from Drew: This is a real item in the catalog. And honestly, if you’re buying a goddamn chicken coop from a catalog, why NOT spring for the painted chicken? It was hand painted in an urban garden workshop, people. You CANNOT say you are a true farm-to-table household unless you have a coop to call your own. Muffy Wilshire and her fam bought a coop last year and now they can’t live without it. Could you imagine having a frittata made from STORE-BOUGHT eggs now? I shudder at the thought. You can also get a beehive box for $500 if you’re a fucking crazy person. Seriously, a chicken coop. People with money are so good at throwing it away.

Just keep in mind, folks, that nothing says THIRD WORLD MENTALITY like a flock of chickens scratching and pecking on your driveway.

Even if you are watching them from your second, smaller kitchen space.

OTOH, you can spend $950 on a pair of shoes that make you look like you’ve got club feet,

Third: the anti-trend trend,
The Trendiest Guy in New York City (h/t Instapundit). After reading that article, my only advice to any woman who goes on a blind date and finds out that the guy wears a manbun, drinks cocktails during his workout and gets a bikini wax is: Run! Run, and never look back.

Blogging on serious matters shall resume shortly.

Linked by Dustbury. Thank you!

Shocka! Republicans wear DVF?

Thursday, October 25th, 2012

I tweeted about this on Monday [correction: on Tuesday],


And Michelle Malkin posts on it today,
Fashion Backward: Obama’s Hate Couture Divas.

One of the designers is Diane Von Furstenberg, an old favorite of mine whose clothes I have worn for decades (and they still fit!). DVF makes a classic, flattering, well-made, versatile dress. But she won’t like me,

Diane von Furstenberg pitched in two $85 tote bags and has grown more strident about her partisan agenda as Election Day nears. At a fashion event in her New York Meatpacking District store last month, she yelled at clients: “Everyone here better be a Democrat; no Republicans!”

Furthermore, von Furstenberg vented, “This is not a Republican party, just so you know! This is a non-Republican audience.” The crowd cheered as she urged everyone to rush home to watch her Democratic idol’s convention speech. But when conservative consumers protested on Twitter the next few nights, von Furstenberg tweeted: “I love and respect all Americans…Democrats and Republicans…love Diane.”

“All Americans,” except for Ann Romney, that is. When the designer learned last week that the GOP candidate’s wife had worn one of her famous wrap dresses at a recent campaign rally in Florida, the company had a hissy fit. “(W)e’re actually not quite sure how Ann obtained the dress,” horrified public relations staffers told left-wing

May I be so bold as to suggest, perhaps Ann Romney went to a store and bought herself a DVF dress?

And – gasp! I wore one of my DVF dresses at CPAC, where I had lunch with Babalu’s Val Prieto, ¡No Pasarán!’s Erik Svane, and Obi’s Sister.

That ought to send DVF for a loop.


Monday, July 30th, 2012

And, at that price, the hook-and-eyes are pulling apart, while the center panel has been altered.

Click on the photo for details.

UPDATE, Aug. 1:
Ann Romney slammed for $990 Shirt, Michelle Obama praised for $6,800 jacket

Mexico: The boob tube UPDATED with VIDEO

Wednesday, May 9th, 2012

There’s Obama’s Julia, and then there’s Mexican Julia:

The Mexican presidential candidates had a televised debate, and to make the proceedings more interesting (at least to the male audience), and Julia Orayen, the girl who handed out the urn filled with bits of paper determining the order that candidates would speak wore this:

Alfredo Figueroa, director of the Federal Electoral Institute responsible for organizing the debate, blamed the incident on a production associate hired by the institute to help with the debate. The institute later issued an apology to Mexican citizens and the candidates for the woman’s dress.

Figueroa told MVS radio that he had requested an aide in “sober dress.”

Interviewed by the Cadena Tres TV network, Orayen said the production team gave her instructions to wear a long, white dress, but she picked it up from her own closet.

Obviously, “sober dress” means different things to different people.

She’s been declared “winner of the debate“.

Let’s go to the video!

A tale of two Julias!

Political bow ties

Saturday, May 5th, 2012

Democrat strategists see fit to slur white men because racism is bad only if inflicted against a protected minority, so Roger Kimball has More on Bow Tie’n White Boys

It’s perfectly ok with me if Ms. Greene thinks she is disparaging  me when she identifies me by  my race and shaves a few years off my age. What I find totally unacceptable is her implicit condemnation of the bow tie.  Please, let’s leave bow ties out if it.  After all, what has that innocent bit of haberdashery ever done to her?  In an earlier column, I had occasion to ponder the mystery of why the bow tie drives a certain species of  liberal around the bend. They see a perfectly knotted bit of silk and, bang! It’s like a red flag to a bull. This recent insult to they bow tie prompts me to repeat that earlier column from 2008, in which I call for the creation of a “Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to the Bow Tie.

Indeed, it takes a secure man to wear a bow tie, and not every guy can wear one: Men with jug ears and overweight men should avoid them.

Think of it this way, guys: You’ll stand out from the crowd, and annoy a Democrat strategist.

This is NOT a good look

Sunday, April 1st, 2012

It’s definitely not a good look on a First LADY.

Warning: This is NOT an April Fools Joke.

Red lipstick is back!

Thursday, March 15th, 2012

The WSJ Style section – which, mercifully, unlike the NYT has not yet featured female genital mutilation – hails the return of Very Bright Lipstick, All the Time

The look, often referred to as “the bold lip,” requires a change for women accustomed to wearing different lipstick colors depending on the occasion. The trend makes lipstick a consistent focal point, even with casual wear. One of the earliest places it appeared was in J. Crew catalogs, which have been showing the look for a while. It dominated this month’s catalog where fresh-faced models in slim pencil skirts and faded skinny jeans wore hard-to-miss orangy-red lipstick. “There’s something incredibly modern about clean skin, pulled back hair and a strong lip,” says James Boehmer, director of global artistry for NARS Cosmetics.

Tom Ford has a $48 red lipstick, and JCrew has an $18 one; my all-time favorite is Paloma Picasso’s Mon Rouge, which is no longer made, but you can get the red look for under $10 with Revlon’s Fire and Ice (buy it through the Amazon link so I can get a small commission), which was The Color when it was first introduced in the 1950s. It also has that original first-season Mad Men retro vibe.

And, sorry, Tom, but for $48 I would rather buy lunch for two.

Hillary’s jacket, part deux

Friday, February 24th, 2012

First the green Mao.

Now this:

What’s with the insignia on her shoulder?

A James Bond villain?

But unlike Rosa Klebb, the killer KGB agent famous played by Lottte Lenya in “From Russia With Love”, Hillary hasn’t equipped her stilettos with razor sharp blades dipped in venom.

At least Lotte’s sleeves were the right length,


Bananas in Pajamas?

Friday, January 20th, 2012

No, kids wearing pajamas to school,
Why Not Wear Pajamas All Day?
Teens Perfect the Rumpled Look, But Others See ‘Loungewear’ as Just Plain Sloppy

The outfits they show in the article seem OK enough, but the thing is, this fad happened a few years ago here in Princeton. Bad enough to see young people in PJs all day, but here the high school-age, the college-age, and the well-past-their-prime-age all wore pajama bottoms.

Please, please spare me the sight.

At least get yourself some underwear, and don’t wear anything with writing across your butt.