I'll Take It

 

 

 

Proenza Schouler vest . Saint Laurent skirt . Topshop shirt . Current/Elliott jeans . Zara IRO-esque sweatshirt . Dylan Kain bag . GUCCI shoes

 

I fear I've made a fatal mistake. Fatal for my fiscal affairs, that is. I do believe my purchase of a certain pair of espadrilles sporting that ever-coveted set of C's has opened the flood gates. Now that my insatiable love for designer shoes has become, even in the smallest amount, a tangible prospect, I'm pretty sure the next pair won't take long to find themselves into my wardrobe, my bank account suffering the consequences of course. It probably helps, or doesn't, depending on how you look at it, that such a purchase requires a considerable amount of saving on my part. The parental units do not support my addiction. They are good parents. Also, without a legitimate source of income, accruing an amount like, say, $752.34 (not that I calculated the tax or anything), is no easy or quick task. I don't mean to suggest that I have an illegitimate form of earning money, but an infrequent and inconsistent, though well-paying and fun babysitting job does not a Gucci-ready piggy bank make. Ah, well. I'm thinking I better keep taking advantage of the fact that I don't really need to be growing a 'life savings' at the moment. Plus, as I do love to say, life is too short for ugly shoes. And these Gucci's might just be my 2nd admittance.

Basically, if someone offered me just these few pieces in exchange for the entirety of my wardrobe (save for my most recently acquired friends)... I'd be tempted. Very tempted. I dare say they'd have made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

New Years

Elin Kling for Marciano boots / Topshop Jacket / Saint Laurent clutch / Frame Denim jeans / Chanel Coco Noir / Pamela Love earrings / Misbhv sweatshirt

Time flies, no? I realize most of you have already made your resolutions for the new year and, on a typical year, I would have already made and abandoned the majority of mine but I think it's time for me to make some I will keep. Which is why I took some time to design some useful goals for the year ahead. Though details about my personal life are kept fairly private on this interface (obviously due to lack of interest from the outside rather than resistance to divulge on my part), the past couple of years have not been the best for me. I won't bore you with the details, again, for your own good as they bore even me, but the crux is that I've made an executive decision about my life to use this new year and the beginning of a new year of my life, marked by the number 8 of this month, to put a new, well-heeled foot forward. If you are still with me, you can look below to see a few, yes it's an extensive list, of the more entertaining resolutions I've cooked up.

No 1: Wear more heels. Let's face it, they make me feel like Carrie Bradshaw, and I could benefit from feeling a little more fabulous on a daily basis.
No 2: Learn French. No better time than the present, right? Plus, I've always had this dream of getting to experience PFW and actually understanding everyone.
No 3: Cultivate the blog. I'm not crazy, I do realize that the vast majority of the time I am talking, or typing, to and for myself. But putting what I love out there can't be so bad, even if I'm only stirring inspiration in myself. Stay tuned for me trying to do outfit posts, it should be ridiculous.
No 5: Graduate high school. Gosh, I've made it sound like I'm a 6th year senior, but, in actuality, I just take my classes through an online program. Fortunately and unfortunately, it both lets me speed through the accumulation of my credits and allows me to slack off. My technical graduating class is 2014, so don't worry, you aren't reading the blog of a total fool, I just happen to want to graduate early.

So there you are, my New Year's resolutions, I just hope that scribing them in the permanent ink of the Internet will help me keep them. Here's to a great 2013 to anyone who visits the blog, good luck!

Silhouettes

 

Here I go again with the inclination towards unusual shapes. Doesn't this one warm your sartorial fireplace? Does mine. Far from literal of course, as we happen to be enjoying (not) an 80 degree holiday season here in the Lone Star State. My Alexander Wang wool blazer, he of the perfect cut and nubby fabrication, is still hanging, in an oh-so-lonely and entirely unworn fashion, in my closet. A crying shame, really. Well that's what I have this platform for. Projecting my sartorial wishes, however improbable in reality.
Alright, let me give you what you came for, or stumbled upon, or whatever. As I am falling asleep at the moment, I'm going to hop to the goods. The jacket is 3.1 Phillip Lim, hailing from Moda Operandi. The jeans are a lovely gift in price reduction from the sale curators over at Net-a-Porter. Velvet! The bag is Benah, and a major craving at the moment. Boots are Rag and Bone, not on sale of course. The hat is Acne and the ring is Saskia Diez.
May your Christmas be white. (Not white hot.)