Category Archives: boston fashion
After noticing two holes in an ancient, pill-covered cardigan of mine this morning, I knew that a visit to Vogue.com (and Garance…grr…) was necessary. (Anna Wintour don’t have no holes in her cardigans!) Soon I was stumbling across a fabulous-people fabulous-party photo album from a Miu Miu Fall 2011 party in L.A. and swooning over the amazing clothes like a goose in heat. Sure, these aren’t outfits for gliding off the T at Haymarket in August, but if I ever win the lottery and am packing for a trip back to the 1940s, I would most definitely bring these two looks.
Bruins play-off reference, or my recent need to listen to this song eighty-nine times a day?
Uh, she’s amazing. May have to wear some sort of long-sleeves-tambourine combo next time I go out. Mark my words: tambourines are going to be HUGE this spring.
The OptimistFreak, giggling in front of le Barking Crab. Those red and yellow stripes always put me in a good mood—means summer is here.
My roommates are both beautiful, right? (And clearly they have a thing for cute shoes.) Hope everyone is enjoying the beautiful day. Go Celtics!
Many months ago, during our frigid and long winter, I posted some photos of the Catholic Church on Hanover Street. I loved how the statues looked buried in the snow, and I loved the bright green and super-cheesy wall that served as a back-drop.
WELL, I was walking around the same spot the other day, in the midst of a glorious GLORIOUS spring day, and I noticed how the whole area had been totally transformed: gone were the grey snow and fallen branches; in its’ place now a stunning display of pink flowers and heat and green grass and new life and tourists peeking at things and late April loveliness. And I discovered something entirely new about the site while I was at it: lambs! (Baby lambs!) Who knew, but there were baby lambs near the stoic praying people all along!
Speaking of the world’s most precious lamb….
Still not over it.
Probably never will be.
Yesterday, I was having a blah day. And it stank. And there was no real reason for said blah-ness, which made it even worse. But sometimes those days just happen, I guess. (But do they happen to Kate Middleton? Riddle me this…)
Of course, there is one upside to having a bad day, or morning, or afternoon, and that is the moment you come out of it. I’m always very into that moment—the clouds parting sort of thing. It’s like, “meh meh meh my life is stupid and blah blah and then: hey, this piece of toast with peanut butter and honey on it is good….and…I’M A HAPPY PERSON!!”, and then all of a sudden you’re giggling and licking your fingers and shaking your butt. Bam. Mood gone.
So in honor of mood-turners, here are three things that got me feeling good yesterday:
(loved this is 5th grade; had absolutely no idea what she was talking about)
I ran into him on the street and we remembered each other from St.Patty’s day and he was again smoking a cigar which he blew in my face but it was lovely to see him and exchange such happy hello’s of recognition and feel like there are still things like neighborhoods out there. I like this North End place, I tell ya.
(Also, that coat is marvelous. As is how Rondo played on Tuesday night. And how bat-shit crazy KG is. (It’s a beautiful thing, KG’s insanity—it’s like performance art.) No, if the Celtics keep winning—and hopefully in a bit more dominating fashion…—one can never have an excuse to be crabby again.)
AND THEN, I saw this play with my friend Amy:
(A play! Plays are cool! You should see it, too! It’s in the South End! Tickets at BostonTheatreScene.com!)
And THEN I just remembered this:
(So…four things. I lied.)
Little Brady in a Patriots hat. That is my Zoloft.
I took this photo while walking through Beacon Hill the other day—I just thought these older women were so elegant (me heart a camel coat with a black bucket bag), and they also seemed to be having lots of fun together, shopping and enjoying the sun. But what I love most about this photo is the point that the woman on the right has got going on. It’s a true female “ooo, but did you see those shoes” hand gesture, the kind of point that has been used and understood by women the world over for millions of years…or, I guess, since stores were first invented, whichever came first. (The point is, online shopping can not be this fun.) I also like that her friend in black is clearly taking the recommendation seriously with that slight head lean-in and tiny smile. You know they totally went in the store.
Blah, blah, I want to buy lots of things all the time, and who doesn’t. But Spring is the worst, isn’t it? All the cute sandals staring you in the face, and the printed skirts, and light-weight blouses, and Boston seems to have endless cute boutiques popping up and down and jumping on you and attacking you when you least expect it. I keep the buyer’s remorse at bay by walking with my head down when I go to work on Newbury, and muttering to myself about that skirt I bought two months ago that was only twenty dollars but I still haven’t worn it yet, and then diving into bowls of nasty-butt Trader Joe’s cereal and stacks of fashion magazines when I get home.
I have to say, I find fashion magazines pretty harmless in the whole realm of the wanting to shop NOW thing. Unlike H&M, the cult of Anthropologie housed on Boylston, or Katie Holmes slyly beckoning me with that trademark smirk to just walk in and try on some pants at Ann Taylor, I don’t think I’m going to be running out on a whim to buy a Fendi dress anytime soon, and considering Anna W. isn’t really into reppin’ Marshalls next to D&G ads, flipping through VOGUE and ELLE every month is actually fun. (As is looking at the “trends” and often giggling in confused laughter/crying and wishing I was an Olsen twin.) And THEN, I was brushing my teeth a couple of nights ago, and, okay, it was really late at night when this happened and I’d had a rough night on the orange line, but I looked down, and I was like, “homygod this horribly clashing set of pajamas I’ve got going on looks SO spring 2011!! I am SO FIERCE!!!” (But seriously.) You take Jil Sander’s spring line and add a dash of the new Prada, and you have what I’ve been wearing to bed every night for the past week, and all I did was shop at a thrift store three years ago and then add a splash of Target pants!
I mean, eerie, right? (Also, it’s not really a big deal or anything, but I’m Rihanna.)