6.2.12

Tag, You're It

Today's agenda: endorsing brands!

Who cares about brands when you're vintage shopping or thrifting? Errrrybody!

Why? When you're out thrifting, you're bound to run into old brands that have retired to a quiet obscurity at your neighborhood secondhand shop. Consider yourself in the presence of some pretty rad kitsch. 

On the other hand, if you're like me, you won't collect just the rad old brands. You'll also end up stocking your closet with vintage mom-brands like Jones New York and Karen Scott. These brands are still current. If you're a mom.


Ever had a moment when you were looking at a clothing item with interest and then recoiled in horror because you realized it was maternity? One of those, oh crap, did anyone spy me checking out those mommy clothes? It's a bummer, my friend. Keep reading if you have, Liz Lemons, because there's a good chance this one's for you.

Here are some fascinating brand names that no longer exist, except in my heart. And my closet.


Whenever I wear this polyester tank top, I'm safe in the knowledge that I'm not just wearing knitwear. Oh no. I'm wearing knitwear WITH CLASS. 


I love this shirt. And I love that some guy with a name like Malettor Cross made it with tender loving care. If I ever write a romance novel, the cast of characters will include a hot villain named Malettor Cross who manufactures women's clothing. And breaks their hearts. And maybe eats them.


Papell Boutique? Is that an accent over the e? Sounds classy to me! I bought this sequin top without trying it on. That's how hardcore serious I am about sequins. 


Alfred Dunner is the shiz. That's pretty much all I have to say about that.


Stenay, eh? Man, sequined shirts with accented brands must have been a thing in the '80s. 


Jamesons! I just think the tag design is cute. And I love the intense acid wash on this denim skirt.


I saved the best for last! Oh baby, did I. The best part about this clothing item: that is a lingerie top, my friends. And it is a size 18. And I do not own it. But I found it at my local Salvo Army. And there it remains.

28.1.12

Important Life Decisions: Band T-shirts

There comes a time in every teen's life when she feels the oh-so-adorable urge to qualify her music tastes through her wardrobe. But what happens when you're not a teenager anymore? And aren't band t-shirts so 2004? What about jumping on the bandwagon of silk-screened band dresses? These are the important life questions, y'all. Moreover, should I buy this Joy Division tube top dress,

Via Etsy.

or this Blondie maxi dress?

Via Etsy.

If you don't vote, I'll be making this incredibly important decision without the input of people on the Internet!!! Heck, I think I just did!

14.1.12

Girl After My Own Heart

While hardly a girl at age 58, Cindy Sherman is definitely one of my favorite artists ever. She's a photographer who designs and stars in all of her own shots! She did some crazy cool photo portraits in the '70s! She once dated Talking Heads frontman David Byrne! 

And who knew she hung out with some of the movers and shakers in high fashion? Hey, I had no clue. Read about Cindy here in this month's issue of Harper's Bazaar!

One of my favorite photos from Cindy Sherman's "Untitled Film Stills" series, 1977-1980.
Ex-power couple Cindy Sherman and David Byrne.
I got this shit mailed to my house, since I'm that lucky girl who still receives her magazine subscriptions via snail mail. And I read the article at a coffee shop. And at the coffee shop, there was a silent film playing on the wall that nobody was watching. It was just there, like a monocle, totally pointless and apparently cool. Nobody ever said my life isn't sometimes like a hilariously bad indie movie!

4.1.12

"You're A Lumberjack, and Here I'm Talking Dresses To You."

What's better than octogenarians with an eye for style? How about an octogenarian who's one of the original artists living in the Carnegie Hall studios in New York City? (By the way, the resident artists' eviction from Carnegie Hall in 2010 is the topic of a fascinating documentary.) But I'm soapboxin' about this particular film: Bill Cunningham New York, a documentary that came out March 2011 about New York Times fashion photographer (and all around awesome old guy) Bill Cunningham. I'd been waiting to see it forever, and it's now available on Netflix!


When it comes to fashion, Bill is not interested in celebrity and spectacle, but rather how ordinary people transform their style into something notable, interesting, and weird. At one point, Bill talks about the old days of Carnegie Hall: "Ginger Rogers used to come, and Joan Crawford. Marilyn Monroe was one. And I had no interest because they weren't stylish."
Who does he find stylish? Turns out that some of Bill's favorite fashionistas to photograph are marvelous (and super eccentric) old ladies like Anna Piaggi and Iris Apfel.

"It's really hard to describe one's self because I think one lives very often in other people's visions. I see myself as the world's oldest living teenager because I have such a good time, and I try to get as much of a kick out of things as possible." - Iris Apfel (Screen capture from BIll Cunningham New York)

Good ol' Bill is the epitome of down-to-earth. He's an unpretentious lover of fashion who has devoted his life to his work, so much so that in a very personal moment in the documentary, he admits he has never had a romantic relationship - he simply never had the time.
I think for any other old man, you'd feel sad about his lifelong lack of romance, but Bill is such an optimist that you can't feel anything but endeared and amused.

"This used to be my old sofa, this jacket. And the pants used to be my ottoman." - Shail Upadhya, a style favorite of Bill Cunningham's. (Screen capture from BCNY.)

Movie rec? Definitely. You just can't go wrong with a guy who lives in a cramped studio chock-full of file cabinets containing his life's work, and who goes around saying things like: "Who the hell wants a kitchen and a bathroom? It's just more rooms to clean." Or alternately, "I just like fashion as an art form of dressing the body. If we all went out looking like a slob like me, it'd be a pretty dreary world."