Fashion Fades; Style is Eternal

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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Plaid Flannel; How To Not Look Like A Start Up.

I'm obsessed with flannel. It's casually understated, ruggedly edgy, and so ridiculously comfy, I consider it as the top half of your body's equivalent to yoga pants. When Fall comes around, I seriously want to cozy up with flannel and produce little flannel wearing lumberjack babies, I love it so much.

However, there seems to be this ego-set time and place for flannel, and I object.


This morning, I got out of bed and dragged myself to Starbucks. Halfway through my soy latte, on my way to the office, I realized my oversized flannel and messy pony made me look like a total start up. Seriously, all I needed to complete my look was a pair of clear-lensed Oliver Peoples and maybe an iPad mini to shove in my front pocket. Hot look, I know. We are all fully aware that I'm totally into "start up" hipster boyfriends.

But, I knew my corporate Armani wearing father and boss would not approve...

I found a leather bomber in the backseat of my car, cinched the bottom of my flannel with a hidden bobby pin contraption, and threw a pair of burgundy Alexander Wang wedges onto my bare feet.

When I walked into the office I found the boss in his office reading the New York Times and drinking his favorite Dunkin Donuts K-Cup coffee out of his old FBI mug.

"Good call on the outfit makeover," I thought, as I snuck into my office.

As you see, flannel, there's a time and a place for you.

Especially if you insist on being a really hideous color-blind scheme, 5 sizes too large, and paired with black distressed skinny jeans.

If you find yourself in a love affair with your flannel throughout the Fall season, to the rustling of the golden leaves (or palm trees) and the sweet scent of PSLs wafting through the air, here are a few options to save yourself from looking like a start up.

Check it...


1. Find flannel that doesn't look totally dorky tucked in. This is easiest to pull off looking sleek with a plaid "flannel" look rather than full on heavy flannel fabric. I wouldn't recommend pairing with distressed denim, but this greyscale plaid shirt by Current/Elliot is pretty amazing with its vegan (aka artificially faux) leather accents.


2. With it being Fall and all, the forecast is inching closer and closer to being sweater weather. Opt for a cropped plaid sweater to pair over a crisp button down and skinnies. I love the neutrally drab color scheme of this sweater by Rag & Bone. It's the weirdest thing but often times the uglier the color, the better one's complexion look. Equate that into the law of attraction.


3. Dress it up, literally. I think I would hate this dress so much if it wasn't 3.1, but for the sake of Phillip Lim, amen. The high neckline is office appropriate, and the angled hem adds edge. It's not your typical cozy flannel, but if you're flat-chested like me, you probably don't have to wear a bra...and that's pretty damn flannel comfort-friendly.


4. Channeling your flannel to your outwear is a great way to incorporate plaid in a tailored form. I'm really lusting after this plaid paneled, leather-trimmed coat by M.Patmos. It's chic and the hem hits at an amazing length. This coat is light weight and has slender sleeves, no worries about turning into a square here. 


3. There's nothing "start up" about a pair of Manolos.

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

Ingredients:

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)

Directions:

Blend it up and throw it back.

Servings:

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.

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