Fashion Fades; Style is Eternal


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Alo Yoga; Inspired by Yogi Goddesses.

"An LA-based yoga activewear brand tested on real yogis for the best,
most slimming, move with you fit."

Alo Yoga is the real deal when it comes to yoga wear.

I'm a firm believer in yoga being done any time, any place - morning, night, on the mat, off the mat.

For most yogis, practicing yoga is a lifestyle, not an "activity" that you bust out every Thursday at 5:30 pm (although you quite possibly, may downward doggin' it at that time). The coolest thing about Alo Yoga is that the company totally gets itAlo Yoga is 100% focused on you, the yogi. You're its drishti, so to speak.

Check it, in their own words:

Everything we do at Alo Yoga is inspired by life in the fashion and healthy-lifestyle mecca Los Angeles, California, where we're based. Our high-performance line exceeds the standards of L.A.'s most committed yogis who demand maximum quality, innovative fabrics and on-trend styling. Each and every garment is created by a design team of yoga enthusiasts - and tested and retest on real yogis - to ensure the best, most slimming, move-with you fit that will elevate your every asana. Namaste.

Namaste is right.

I can't express enough how excited I am to have found a line of yoga activewear that has form and fit inspired by the ones who wear it. Each piece has purpose and style and is so ridiculously functional that it makes even the hardest poses look entirely possible.

Take a look at these yogis inspiring the line, I know they're inspiring me...

"There is a universal, intelligent, life force that exists within everyone and everything. 
It resides within each one of us as a deep wisdom, an inner knowing. 
We can access this wonderful source of knowledge and wisdom through our intuition, 
an inner sense that tells us what feels right and true for us at any given moment." 

- Shakti Gawain

Monday, September 15, 2014

The Dating Shoe Game.

This past Saturday, my girlfriend and I went out for dinner and drinks at Cucina Enoteca, our favorite Del Mar hot stop where the drinks are strong and the food is 110% worth the calories. We started off with two martinis, she was sipping on the New Hollywood and I was just holding back from downing the Del Mar Debutante, it was that good. Another round please, and it was time to play our game.

The game is called The Dating Shoe Game.

How to play: Simply pick your target daters, analyze their date (slyly, please), come to a conclusion, and double check your final answer with the shoes that the girl is wearing.

Often times, you can tell exactly what date the couple is on just by looking at the girl's shoes. The first parts of the game are just for sh*ts and giggles.

Don't believe me?

Check it...

1. She's wearing a pair of classic Saint Laurents that she's had since they were still YSLs. They're sophisticated, yet fun, and totally safe. That is, until she realizes that the guy "her friend" (aka Tinder) set her up with is shorter than she anticipated...

The Date: She's on a blind date.

2. Badass choice rocking a pair of Isabel Marants, current collection. They're casually edgy while maintaining a great statement. The guy she's with? Oh, he's "just a friend." They always order a bottle of wine when the go out.

The Date: She wants to be more than friends.

3. They're high, they're strappy...these Giuseppe Zanottis are no joke. Paired with a leather bomber jacket and silk cropped trousers, these shoes are clearly showing off. She's definitely seeking approval by wearing a matching Tom Ford matte lip colour...but wait, no push up bra?

The Date: She's with her gay best friend.

4. Sexy and dependable. This pair by Gianvito Rossi is equivalent to a worn in Balenciaga bag in a neutral color. Stylish of course, yet scuff marks may be present. Not calling him used designer goods by any means, but...

The Date: She's with her boyfriend.

5. Spikes and animal print? These are called the not believer "pump" - anyone wild enough to opt for the patent spikes and/or leopard print would demand a heel no shorter than 5" and wouldn't be caught dead in a kitten heel. Meow.

The Date: He's cheating on her, and she may or may not know it.

6. These lovely loubs mean one thing, hot hostility. They're cutting edge and stomp on every other betches' shoe in sight. An aggressive pair of seasonal Louboutins mean one thing...retaliation.

The Date: She's with her ex, he still doesn't know he bought her these shoes.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Sexy Smoothie Talk Series; Superfood Me.

Dark Cherry and Chocolate Chia Seed Superfood Smoothie

One of my very favorite things to do on this planet is to go into my kitchen with a degenerate top knot bun on my head and make smoothies. "Me" time in the kitchen with my Vitamix is seriously my ultimate stress reliever in life. My ex-boyfriends used to get so jelly of all the time I spent in there ignoring them for kale combinations, but whatevs.

Kale stuck around, they didn't.

I absolutely love to concoct nutritious superfood smoothies in the morning, refreshing all-fruit smoothies to take poolside, indulgently dreamy dessert smoothies after dinner, you name it. And you thought I had anorexic drinks at Starbucks down to a skinny little T? (reference: Forecast This; Anorexic Starbucks Drinks That Will Change Your Life.) Well my smoothies will literally change your life with an earth shattering bang.

And the coolest part about them? 99.9% of them are totally low cal.

The worst thing in the world is ordering an amazing smoothie at juice bar (or DIY-ing one from a recipe of one of your fav foodie bloggers), glugging down the entire thing faster than you could even shove a straw into it, and finding out that it calorically raped you. I find that so vulgarly offensive.

The last thing I want to do is effing inhale fat to my thighs without even taking a bite.

I protest 500 calorie plus smoothies and so should you. They're bullsh*t! There are tons of ways to make smoothies taste ridiculously amazing without having to drop a calorie grenade in the blender.

Here's a recipe of my own...and if you like it, I'll keep 'em coming...

Dark cherry and Chocolate Chia Seed Superfood Smoothie


1.5  cup unsweetened coconut milk
1 cup organic frozen dark cherries
1 scoop chocolate Garden of Life RAW Vegan Protein Powder
1 tablespoon maca
1 tablespoon cacao powder
1 tablespoon chia seeds (plus a sprinkle on top if you're instagramming)


Blend it up and throw it back.


This smoothie makes enough for one thirsty betch after a grueling Pilates class.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Onzie; A Yogini's Best Kept Secret For A Night Out.

I'm currently ridiculously obsessed with Onzie, an American made yoga apparel brand based in sunny Los Angeles, California. My hot yoga studio had started carrying Onzie in their boutique awhile back, and literally every time I walked past the boutique on the way to refill my water bottle and get my daily sweat on, I had to stop and check out the new inventory. From bold colors to crazy prints - we're talking the hottest royal blues and bengal tigers here - I wanted it all. 
Quick story time...

I don't know about you, but the one thing that I absolutely hate doing after a hot yoga class is putting on structured pants or tight skinnies, especially after a mandatory cold shower that concludes my practice. If I'm staying in, cheekies and a giant t-shirt are the way to go. But, unfortunately, my typical lounging outfit isn't quite adhering to dress code if I want to go out.

So, last night I promised I'd meet a friend for a glass (or two) of rosé at L'Auberge after my hot power flow class. L'Auberge has an amazingly cozy poolside fire pit and while I was so tempted to head over in yoga clothes, I slapped a little tasteful effort into myself and made myself strap on a pair of Manolos.

Ok, beautiful matte black leather cage heels on, Manolo Blahnik circa 2008, my favorites.  

Now for the rest of my body; A slinky silk black Alexander Wang camisole, and then I spotted it...draped over the chaise lounge in my room - my Onzie Gypsy Pant in the latest Fall 2014 print, a bold green tribal print - sold! I threw a nude gloss into a skull knuckle Alexander McQueen clutch, because that's about all that it fits, and was out the door in yoga pants.

And nobody would ever know.

The Onzie Gypsy Pant is my best kept secret for a night out. Paired with heels and a little skin on top, this look is killer. I have them in every print. I guess the cat's out of the Prada now...but, now you know. Stock up on the Onzie Gypsy Pant and other Onzie clothes before all the other post-yoga lazy chaturanga arms snag them up.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

My Morning (Un) Routine; How I Became An Accidental Type 'A' Meal Prepper.

Routine is the death of me.

My body physically refuses to comply and my mind has already left the building. Just the very thought of a routine makes me shake and develop hives and my feet swell so much that they can't even be shoved in a pair of Louboutins two European sizes too large.

I kid, I kid. But...seriously.

Routine sucks. At least for those with a routinephobia like myself. Some of you brilliantly obsessively controlling type 'A' friends and family of mine have routine down to a capital T. Which is so cool and admirable. But, I just don't dig it.

If you're under the impression that those without a routine never get up in the morning, you're wrong.

On Mondays, I rise and shine at 5 am for a hot yoga class so I have enough time to shower and green juice it out in my kitchen before I have to head into work at the office by 7:30 am.

Sometimes though (often times, speaking after a night that a bottle of wine was opened and shared), I sleep in until 7:30 am, leave the house at 7:45 am, get to Starbucks just in time for a grande iced Kenya coffee, no room, and hurry into the office by 8 am with an obscenely messy bun and only a pout of lip stain.

Yesterday morning however, I made a change. A completely un-routine change. A change for the better. I accidentally decided to make a huge batch of steel cut oats. For the record, "accidentally decided" is code for "measured incorrectly because my coffee wasn't ready yet."

This accidental decision turned out to be four one-cup servings of steel cut oats, which took forever to make. Literally forever. It took so long, that while my steel cut oats were cooking on the stove, I made a 6-ingredient green juice, drank my coffee and refilled my mug, went through the first 8 songs on Lorde's album, and bathed Jack in the sink. Jack is my sister's little toy fox terror, btw...I mean, terrier.

Needless to say, by the time my oats were ready, I was totally over them. So, I put them into four little tupperware containers because I couldn't find one big enough to fit the entire batch and then it dawned on me. I totally became a type 'a' meal prepper by accident! I just put together four individual servings of steel cut oats for the rest of the week. And how lucky did I get seeing that Monday was a holiday, I have exactly four days of the week left to eat my oats. Holy smokes.

Since I was on a roll, I put together four tiny Ziploc bags full of a variation of toppings to mix in.

Day 1: 1 tbs chia seeds, 1 tbs ground flax seed, 1 tsp cinnamon, and tossed in some dried goji berries and crispy dehydrated coconut flakes.

Day 2: 1 tbs maca, 1 tbs raw cacao nibs, and tossed in some dried dark cherries.

Day 3: 1 tbs ground flax seed, 1 tsp cinnamon, and tossed in some dried apple, slivered almonds and a packet of raw local honey that I found floating around in the napkin drawer.

Day 4: 1 tbs raw cacao nibs, 2 meijool dates (pitted), and tossed in a few chopped walnuts.

I'm so type 'a' right now. I can't even. Maybe next week I'll make another accidental decision and prep lattes for the entire week, complete with little containers of various nut milks and stir-ins. We'll see.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

4 Ways to Resuscitate a Dead Mani.

I don't know about you, but my manis take an aggressive beating during the summer months.

A. Pool water and sandy beaches are tough habitats for even the strongest top coat, B. skin is drier than ever, even if you're religiously slathering on just as much La Mer as that oil-free SPF of yours, and C. the last thing you probably want to do is sit for an hour in a toxic nail salon.

Maybe I'm just speaking for myself per usu., but my nails look like total sh*t from June to the day before Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week in September.

This summer I decided to forego the excessive summer manicures and go au naturale. After all, there wasn't anyone to impress that was more critical than myself. And you know what? It not only saved me hundreds...and I mean hundreds of dollars in cold hard cash, but it also saved me an ungodly amount of precious time and put a few extra hot minutes on the lifespan of my lungs to boot thanks to acetone not rearing her deadly ugly fumes. Win to the win.

But, before you decide to throw your cuticles into the wind and never get a mani again, take a second to read these few tricks I've laid out below to keeping your nail beds tidy, clean, and moisturized.

Think of going au naturale as going glamping with a hot man, a rustic cabin, and a bottle of red - not as going camping, camping. Although that's cool, theres a time and there's a place. The tips of your fingers are not the place.

Whether you're going sans any polish or you need to simply polish up your fingernail flatliner, here are...

4 Ways to Resuscitate a Dead Mani:

1. Moisturize with coconut. Your body thanks you the second your lips meet a refreshing coconut water post Bikram, well don't you think your exterior skin may benefit too? You bet. Make an easy moisturizing concoction by mixing together one half cup coconut oil, one tablespoon raw honey, and one half tablespoon vanilla extract. Rub all over your hands and sit pretty for a good 10 minutes, plus. Rinse off once your stir craziness has reached it's peak.

2. Keep out the coconut oil and the raw honey because this time we're throwing together a scrub. Stir together one tablespoon coconut oil and two tablespoons raw honey. In a separate bowl, add in one quarter cup sea salt, one quarter cup organic sugar, and one tablespoon fresh lemon juice. Before you add in some tequila and blend yourself up a margarita, pour the dry mixture over the honey mixture and stir until smooth. Use this scrub to exfoliate your hands and rise with warm water.

3. Here's the kicker, want to know how to naturally buff your nails minus the tools and the ear piercing sounds? Pour a couple drops of olive oil onto a soft cloth and buff away! Rinse off the olive oil and not only will you have given yourself a great cuticle oil application, but you'll have super buffed out nails. I just found this trick out and am obsessed. Your welcome.

4. Yellow nails are just about as nasty as yellow snaggle teeth. Not a hot trend to rock. Whether you have leftover stains from Chanel's 'Vamp' or O.P.I.'s famous 'Lincoln Park After Dark' (which was more famous than the band, for the record), or you're just looking to brighten up your nail beds, mix one tablespoon hydrogen peroxide with two and a half tablespoons of baking soda as if you were treating a bee sting. Make a paste. Using a cotton swab or q-tip, push a small amount of this paste underneath your fingernail tips and on top of every nail as well. Leave this paste on for a good three minutes and rinse with warm water.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

End of Summer Lip Shades for Day.

Just as much as I love my Manolos, I also love my super bright Tom Ford matte lipsticks. But sometimes, the season calls to tuck away some least during the day. In my opinion, wearing too bold of lipstick in the summer is like wearing heels to the beach. It's just slightly an extremely bit tacky. 

Getting bored with my constant nudity of the lip, I scoped out the make up counters and found some great glossy shades that are completely seasonally appropriate for the endless summer days. Not to harsh, not to "warrior-esque painted on," these shades you can effortlessly rock at any hour of the day. As much as I love, live and die for the matte look, these shades offer an effervescent effect that I'm truly super into right now.

Check it...

Monday, August 25, 2014

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice; Skinny Style.

The pumpkin spice latte returning to Starbucks is like the return of football season for white girls.

Today marks that day, betches. Woohoo.

But, before you get too crazy double fisting your pumpkin spice lattes this morning, remember that it is still summer and you won't be able to hide your pumpkin spice chub under sweaters for another couple of weeks...maybe even months if you live in sunny Southern California.

That being said, you may remember my post a few months ago, Forecast This; Anorexic Starbucks Drinks That Will Change Your Life., and instead of changing your life this time, I will merely save your bikini bod for the rest of summer.

Here's the anorexic recipe, order up...

Pumpkin Spice Latte

How to order: (size), coffee, 1-2 inches steamed nonfat milk or soy, 1 pump pumpkin spice flavored sauce.

Add in at the bar: Cinnamon, nutmeg.

Note to vegans: many of you may remember from last year the huge earth shattering controversy over there not being a "vegan" option for this drink as the pumpkin spice flavored sauce contains condensed milk. So yes, this still stands, even if you use soy.

Sad story, I know.

But, here's an amazing DIY recipe I found that is skinny, tastes super delicious, and is vegan to boot...


2 cups strong coffee, freshly brewed

1 cup nut milk (almond milk, rice milk, soy milk, cashew milk, etc.)

1/2 cup pumpkin puree

2 teaspoons pumpkin pie spice blend

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Sweetener of choice, to taste (agave, brown sugar, coconut crystals, stevia, honey, maple syrup, etc.)

Optional additions: ground nutmeg, ginger, garam masala, cardamom, other warming spices, to taste. 

How to make:

1. Make coffee, the stronger the better. Always.

2. Make pumpkin milk by combining all other ingredients in a small bowl and whisking by hand or by blending up in your Vitamix. Warm up the pumpkin milk mixture so it doesn't cool off your coffee when you combine.

3. Pour 1 cup of brewed coffee into a mug and pour half the pumpkin milk mixture over the top of your coffee and enjoy.

*Makes 2 servings

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Finally, An Un-Sucky Self Tanner; Karora Cosmetics.

I think we can all agree that self tanning is an effing nightmare; the streaks, the smudges, the ultra-giant sh*tshow. Leave it to the professionals or book a trip to Bali. If I have to be caught orange-handed self tanning, I'd rather keep it Casper-friendly and drop the bottle than look like a friggin' Oompa Loompa.

Until of course, Karora Cosmetics came knocking on my door.

I was skeptical at first, because it was actually my super rugged - and not in a hot way - FedEx delivery man who was knocking (and I doubt he had very much experience perfecting the art of self tanning) with a giant box filled up of Karora.

As I opened up the box of colorful Karora bottles wrapped up in teal and royal purple tissue paper (love the jewel tone color scheme, btw) I was super excited to get started. I immediately stripped off all my clothes.

It wasn't until I was standing in the bathroom bare naked that I thought to myself, "Am I actually going to perform this self tanning procedure on myself? I need to open up a bottle of champagne. No, wait, I need to be sober for this. This is the fate of my body's canvas we're talking about." FML.

Anyway, I didn't have all night, so I read (sort of) the directions and balls to the walls, figuratively speaking, begun to God forbid, self tan.

And you know what? The results rocked.

Oh, and it wasn't because of me. I can assure you of that. It was 100% the product that left me an amazing glowing so-not fake tan that looked so much more real than the lady who always goes in front of me in yoga wearing super short shorts sporting little white creases underneath her perfect butt. Score!

Here's what I used...feel free to copy and repeat...

*Karora also threw in some amazing bronzing towels which helped the process (and the palms of my freshly manicured hands) immensely. These are a necessity! 

P.S. Order online, pop into the nearest Ulta, or head straight to Bendels.

...cause it's that good, duh.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Tie-Dye Dealings.

Tie-dye is so much of a thing right now that I'm having a hard time getting into it. Or maybe I'm having a hard time getting into it because it kinda sucks.

Stella McCartney

The only tie-dye you'll ever be able to catch me in up until this point in time is a neutral color paletted tie-dye so incredibly small that it gets confused for a snakeskin print. I'm completely not-so-silently protesting at my desk right now because the first thing I see on the welcome page this morning (and yes, I check along with the New York Times every morning, it's a ritual, lay off homie) is a Dries Van Noten Tie-Dye Miles Sweater hanging over a crisp oxford and pleated trucker - not East Hampton Village pleated - pair of baggy below the knee shorts. This was on a guy FYI.  And this guy looked like a total Barney (early-90's slummer).

P.S. Quoting Clueless, no pun intended.

I'm so all for grunge, especially 90's inspired "I'm having a difficult time being a teenager, but check out my sneakers, they're so cool..." grunge. But, this tie-dye sh*t has got to go. Peace.

*Sidenote: Absolutely none of these images are re-pinable.

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