Thursday, October 30, 2014

treble maker

Another day, another pair of Break Ice Trends overalls... I wore these the first time to an event in LA called Dripped that my girl gang (The Fabulous Stains) co-hosted with a ton of other rad people. For three fourths of the night I wore the overalls as pants with the top half folded over -- paired with platform boots it looked like a legit Aaliyah inspired get-up. Today I'm wearing the overalls like a classic proletariat but with a jazz club twist, as evidenced by my sequin music note cap. I know. I can hear you screaming from over here. I love it just as much and also screamed the first time I saw it on eBay.



OASAP transparent jacket, Break Ice Trends overalls, YES "Pound" sandals

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

drop out

Quick post today! Just showin' off my new v-neck jumper from Break Ice Trends. I layered it over a cropped Romwe blouse and pleated Missguided skirt. To me it looks like I'm wearing a collared dress under my sweater... and now I'm in frantic search of an actual collared dress to actually pair under sweaters. This could be a strong winter outfit motif. Wish there were clearer pics of my Chanel pendant but ~oh well~ I guess I'll just have to wear it again... poor me. 



Break Ice Trends sweater, Romwe blouse, Missguided Skirt, Yes Style platform shoes

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

white trash

Let this look serve as a reminder that I don't wear boho chic floppy hats and flower crowns every day of the week. Sometimes I feel godly... and deck myself in white head to toe. I layered two transparent tops (one jersey, one mesh) under a pair of $20 shredded white overalls from Break Ice Trends. Paired with platform Sway boots, this ensemble is far from minimal despite the monochrome palette. Maxed out on simplicity. 

I'll be styling Break Ice Trends all week long to showcase my favorite styles from their current inventory -- that means plenty of denim and overalls, knitwear and flannel! Solid staples in literally solid colors. 



1. Butterface Vintage "Whatever" choker, 2Break Ice Trends white overalls, 3.  Sway "Under Construction" boots

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

Monday, October 27, 2014

for crying out loud

I feel like I might be the only blogger who discusses her struggles with finding an outfit photographer to call on consistently. My sister is usually the eye behind the lens, but since school has started again she's been too busy to snap my pic in the courtyard. So I've resorted to the unthinkable: asking my mom. She's a couple generations behind but so far peering into my SLR and pressing a button hasn't been too burdensome. She even took all these pics of me vogueing in palazzo pants! And I love how they turned out. It's never too late to learn the ropes -- any ropes. 

Anyway. This ensemble is what I wear when I ceremoniously cry for the haters. Keeps me grounded. Although you could say my third eye chakra is a touch overactive... 



OASAP third eye asymmetrical top, Yes Style palazzo pants, Daily Look heels

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

Friday, October 24, 2014

phantasma glory

Somehow this outfit title changed from Phantasmagoria to Phantasmagloria to Phantasma Glory... a kinetic portmanteau and image of itself. Goes on and on and on, like the fractal prints on my Tunnel Vision top. Yes, the look is print crazy. But it has to be to justify a name that simultaneously references kaleidoscopic visions and purple flowers. 

I've worn this skirt a ZILLION times, photographed it a zillion more, and have a zillion and one memories of myself rocking it as early as 8th grade. It's sort of a historical clothing article, which makes the outstretched elastic waistband even more tragic. My huge green belt (another vintage keepsake) saves the day every time.



Romwe floral kimono, Tunnel Vision top, vintage skirt, Wanted boots

Everything is infinite,

Bebe

Thursday, October 23, 2014

no road

There's only one road, the road to no roads. It's kind of like the "there's only one rule, no rules" principle except motivated by the threat of suffering and not the incentive of unregulated pleasure. I read Civilization and its Discontents once.

My gold letters bracelet (fashioned at a BCBG pop-up shop last year) used to read "ADORNO" - my then-favorite theorist. After much conflict with my spectacular fear of not appearing a chic poststructuralist in the spring of 2014, I changed the letters around like an anagram and created "NO ROAD" instead. I read a Guattari essay once.

I clearly didn't get it. But it could be worse. I could be accessorizing my reading history on much more public platforms like Twitter or Facebook, where people actually go to compare their content to my content. As for this platform... I imagine people just wind up here. Never a destination. Always an accident.



OASAP studded dress
, Cobrashop sunglasses, vintage boots


Everything is infinite,

Bebe

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

root chakra

After a week in Los Angeles, I feel very confused about the word 'home.' I guess it's a place that you take with you, or a tendency to make the best out of what you already have. My home is wherever I am whether I like it or not. Which is why it's so confusing. Sometimes home sucks. Sometimes it's really where the heart is. Sometimes it's a shit motel room with cable TV and yellow lamp lighting, but you share it with someone who makes you feel safe. The way I feel is the interior design of whatever abode I occupy... so I must always be cautious not to give into anger or depression. Home is without morbid architecture. 

Still unsure if my chakras are balanced -- if things were actually working out for me I might believe with intense conviction that every piece is in its right place. Then again... maybe there aren't "right places" for pieces to be. There aren't "right homes." There are only places and homes. And feelings to decorate each space in time. I'm grounded by virtue of being alive.



Chicwish
peach dress, OASAP peach kimono, YES Pound sandals c/o Solestruck, Vanessa Mooney jewelry


Everything is infinite,

Bebe