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April 26, 2013

Dress for the part. But what’s the part anyway?

Miu Miu ciré pencil skirt — can it be worn at work?

My favorite fashion shopping website is Net-a-Porter — I think by miles it’s the most functional, appealing and the one with the finest curatorship of clothing among all.

Net-a-Porter used to have a workwear section, dedicated to clothes and looks fit for the office, but that should do no wrong in a fashionista’s eyes. Plenty of Roland Mouret and Victoria Beckham there, a bit of McQueen and Stella — tailored stuff mostly, structured totes and pumps. I looked for the section now, and it’s gone, they only have now vacation and wedding “shop by occasion” sections. But the existence of the section is unimportant; what matters is… what is adequate workwear after all?

Can those McQueen cropped metallic honeycomb-lace pants be taken to the office?

Here’s why I’m saying this: where I work, people dress very badly. If they wear suits — men or women alike — those suits are usually very plain and sometimes, straightforward cheap. Cufflinks for guys are unthinkable — we have meetings with customers or suppliers from different companies and they always come to those wearing what seems to be their finest, while our representatives have the practical simple plastic buttons doing the job of keeping their pulses covered. Should I come to work decked out in VB in such a scenario?

I don’t posess anything designed by Posh Spice, but I do own a burgundy silk pencil skirt by Lanvin that is perfectly office-friendly according to Net-a-Porter’s workwear rules and cost me only a 100 USD (thank you Century 21! I love you!), and I wear it to work like nothing else mattered. And it doesn’t to me, but to my colleagues, it’s like I’m the idiot who really dresses up for work, or at least that’s how I feel. Maybe they’re thinking “oh my good, she looks so chic” as they stare at me. I don’t know.

What is it to look professional, and more: how much of yourself should you compromise in that task? Because it’s not just about the type of fabrics and cuts and shapes that are allowed, there’s a quality issue there and a taste factor that are both very subtle, counterintuitive even — you can’t be really too tasteful at work, you can’t colorblock even if it’s Roksanda Ilincic who’s doing it for you, and God forbid you’ll wear tailored beehive McQueen pants, even though they’re basically black with a dash of gold.  Is it even good to be noticed at work by your impeccable, somewhat sartorial tastes in fashion, and anyway — should you care?

March 7, 2013

Impressionism, Fashion and Modernity @ the Met

Impressionism, I believe, is probably the most popular and adored of the art movements. When confronted by works created by masters such as Monet, Manet and Renoir, I believe very few do not experiment a sense of awe and amusement. The special exhibition Impressionism, Fashion and Modernity at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, however, subtly lets us into the backstage of the construction of this powerful unanimity that circles impressionist painting, taking us right back to the trenches from which it emerged: the Parisian high society.

When reading about it, at first, I figured the exhibition would just cater to a certain historical curiosity, allowing us to literally immerse ourselves in the fabric of time and materialize the impressions of textures the artists had delivered. What was waiting for me there was instead a very relevant contribution to the comprehension of the Impressionism movement as a integral part of the French society, an art embedded in the small politics of relevance that we may not fail to spot in the art scene of our days, but we might forget was also present even when the works in question hold, as of present, the status of undeniable masterpieces.

The Impressionist movement relates to modern ideals in that it both denies and affirms the perennial by emphasizing the present, the moment; representation is embraced as such and detaches from the contradictory obsessions for both ideal and reality that permeates art in the days of yore. The ephemerous, the impression, gains immense importance, being, in fact, what is truly worthy to be captured. And portraits cease to function as documents meant for posterity that idealize their objects as great warriors, lords or saints and instead become a statement of their personality and uniqueness: enters style as an immense part of this equation.

The first piece of the show is a very fine green and black striped silk-taffeta dress that was worn by Monet’s wife Camille as she modeled for one of his paintings. Through the subtile curatorship, we are led to understand how the fashion in the pictures would attract curiosity and interest as much as it does now in celebrity pictures and Vogue Magazine. It was the majestic dress that has caught the eye of the viewers in the salon where the painting was first exposed.

A painting then was as powerful a status indicator as being invited to shoot an editorial could be, except the concept here was far broader, extending to intellectual and personal wealth implications in a way that being cover of Harpers’ Bazaar never will. The most fashionable ladies, on the other hand, were also and simultaneously the best sources for great composition — that´s when you realize the colors and the textures and the ruffles and laces were all there, were sewn together by someone and worn by someone else that mattered to a picture because they were in possession of them, and not the opposite — and the finest patrons available for an artist, as they used their influence to get the works in which they had modeled into the finest exhibitions and salons, making sure they would grant their portraits the status of great art.

To be immersed in the particularities of real life instead of the usual larger than life feel I get from the Impressionism movement made me actually feel closer to understanding what it was truly about. Somehow, the ego-trips  inspired by Facebook and Instagram today seem a bit less current when we are confronted with this century old brand of vanity, the same look-at-me-being-tremendously-charming-while-I-take-my-gloves-off-and-by-the-way-this-is-art-OK?-not-just-me-showing-off-my-designer-clothes-and-being-pretty sort of thing made possible by such powerful artists. Who can say to which point they truly subscribed to portraying the mundane, even though they did it so remarkably? It is made clear in the exhibition that the likes of Monet and Renoir clearly understood that, on top of the aesthetic revolution they were proposing and of the truth behind their own brand of modernity, there was good fame and money to be made out of reframing the superfluous routines and interests of the upper classes into art.

(all pictures from the internet due to the fact they were — theoretically — not allowed to be taken)

February 28, 2013

The me trends


Sneakers and black and white and the nineties are all the rage, but blue fingernails and red polish on your toes are even more so. At least, with me.

It started during American presidential elections so maybe the choice of color was somewhat unconsciously inspired by politics, but the fact is those colors, combined, remind me instead of Superman (which are intentionally the same as the American flag, I know; Superman IS America, both a farm boy who made it in town and a hero, each side of his personality also one of the Great Struggle for Freedom).

Blue nails work beautifully with red hair, so it’s been hard to get over that. Red toe nails are good with every shoe there is. Together, they make me feel like a superhero; how can this sentiment be overcome?


This is to convey a less superficial point than to simply advise you to follow my personal nail embellishment mania. In fact, I think the me trends are the ones that make our personality surface. There is a lot to be said about the likes of Wintour or Lagerfeld: if anything, they have a signature style, something so rooted in their self images it never gets more than slight alterations. On the other hand, most people do change (see: family album) but those who do it in spite of themselves are the weirdest to watch throughout the years.

I think we always should give in to our personal convictions regarding style, in spite of what is said or seen on the scene. Don’t try anything you feel is ridiculous or do indulge in something you are dying to try even though no one said you should.

On a side note: pink and green have been really da thing for a while now. That is, for me (pink pants, green shoes, red toe nails — put on a white blouse and it will work with the blue on your hands, too!).

January 9, 2013

truly undone


Goudurix – the done undone teenage nightmare from Lutèce in Londinium

Even in old Lutèce — the ancient Gallo-Roman city that once was where today lies Paris — the allegedly French “done undone” look was a must among true hipsters, or so are we led to believe when watching the adorable movie Astérix and Obélix: God Save Britannia, starred again by the excellent Russian actor Gérard Dépardieu.

In my opinion, the current obsession with “done undone” looks suggests control issues have become epidemic and psychologists are probably earning huge amounts of money originating from the wallets of highly disturbed fashionistas. Why, oh, why, would one carefully pretend not to care about how they look?

Care, or care not; done undone is madness, friends. Why the need to look like you did not put a lot of effort in your self-image? I know you are not perfect, my friend. I know you do not sleep on heels and that your manicure chips. So why should you hide from me that you also did something to your hair… by striving to make it look like you did nothing?

On the other hand, truly undone is something rather relaxing and honest, meaning — I truly do not have waxed legs underneath my leather and velour leopard print pants; I truly did not wash my hair today and also decided not to comb it; the results of either grooming strategies needing not be offensive and certainly being the kernel of French coolness. One gives oneself a break and instead of compulsively manicuring, just puts the nail file to a quick work; instead of blow-drying the manes to perfection, twists the hair into a simple high bun; instead of a leg shaving update, maxi-skirt.

At this point, honesty again must prevail, and there is no truer fact than this: if you feel good, smell nicely (this is of utmost importance) and look clean, well, you are clean as far as society is concerned. And isn´t this far more interesting that striving for squeaky cleanliness and looking messy? You tell me.

November 29, 2012

Fashion values: the unbearable balance between being unique and on trend

My very own bowler-deemed-cloche hat from Marc by Marc Jacobs, courtesy of the Outnet

Is it just me, or everyone instantly thinks of Milan Kundera when confronted with the word “unbearable”? Nevermind that; let us enjoy however the fact that we (I) were (was) reminded of one of his great novels, a particular one which pays homage to the bowler hat at a certain crucial point — The Unbearable Lightness of Being is what we are talking about, friends — and linger on the headpiece for a few minutes.


Hats are, I believe, a great transition point in terms of personal style. When one decides to wear such headpiece on a regular basis, an important point has been made: “I truly don´t care if you think I look ridiculous”. The fact is that unless you are Queen Elizabeth II, your hat may be passionately criticized by the public in general, not in the constructive way; let us remember that most of the regular people — those who think Anna Dello who? is a weird, crazy woman, A.K.A the majority of the population living on Earth — find Philip Treacy fascinators absolutely ridiculous.

However, when moving back to the fashion grounds — meaning those places in which the letters A,D,R have a meaning as obvious as F,D,R do — your choice of hat will speak even more loudly of the commitments your soul has made to sartorialism: will you go with tradition, emulating gangsters with a fedora, early twentieth-century starlets with a cloche, Fred Astaire with a top hat…? Or will you prefer to instead pay homage to a Cézanne painting — or Carmen Miranda, it all depends on your own personal references — and go for a piece rather similar to a basket of fruit?

What is unique, and what is trendy, when it comes to wearing hats? Everything or nothing? Is there a hat equivalent to what Isabel Marant wedge sneakers meant to fashion this year (this is extreme rhetorics, as the obvious answer is NO)? In fact, what kind of opportunities are created and destroyed for a fashionista when such a massive takeover occurs — should one stay true to the sneakers because even though they do not display one´s unique eye for style anymore, they are still rather cool; perhaps more importantly, they are so now? On the other hand, how far from whatever is so now can one go for the sake of outlining strong personality and still be fashionable? To me, there is clearly a dialogue between trend and not that for its subtlety, makes it all the more magical when a look really works — try to notice how originality actually emerges from very private dialogues between the old and the new.

Hats are, to me, the epitome of such discussion between uniqueness and trendiness — because there is very little else that strongly evocates timelessness and at the same time, as strong and potentially insane as this particular accessory; the attitude, here, comes from deciding to tell your own story in the form of a thing you will wear on your head.

November 9, 2012

Virtual shelves and our propensity to buy expensive clothes

This scene wouldn´t have happened in our days — Vivian would have had net-a-porter

I have recently developed a theory about designer e-commerce and our propensity to buy expensive clothes: I think the internet makes us more comfortable purchasing items from tried and true, high-quality brands than we would should we follow our “normal”, physical world inclinations to such indulgences.

Firstly, the internet is far less intimidating than fancy, shiny stores with tons of security and two huge guys in black suits and sunglasses suggesting you might be regarded as a delinquent as you may or may not be allowed to enter the whimsical insides of a Prada store — and if you do, you also may or may not receive the approving nod of the salespersons in place, a doubt that provokes great fear of reliving the dreadful experience Julia Roberts had on her first day shopping on her movie Pretty Woman — without having Richard Gere on hand for a next day redemption splurge.

Secondly, and I think this is my most interesting breakthrough, the internet does not provide the sense of cut, quality and detail one achieves by physically experimenting with many options, online, realtime, pun intended. Thus, a respected, though expensive brand offers a guarantee that what you see is what you get: I definitely feel more safe about how a purchase will fit me and about the quality and detail of the fabric if the item in question is Stella McCartney and its measurements correspond to mine, then if I buy from a fast-fashion shop, even though I do buy a lot of stuff from the latter — if in a real store, not a virtual one. There is a reason why they are cheaper: not only that they copy designs and use materials of (usually) lesser quality, but also the fact their cuts are much more industrial and less supervised and their finish idem.

Last, but not least, it is rather rare to see a big red lettering outside a Gucci store shouting “SALE – 80% off” — not so much on net-a-porter. So why not spend a few extra bucks — a few, maybe not so much — and instead of buying three items of lesser quality, get a great pair of shoes for about 150 bucks? I often subscribe to that sentiment.

So how do you feel? Do you think you are actually more inclined to purchase designer clothes on the internet than in actual stores made of brick and stuff? Are your reasons similar to those I have exposed here?

October 31, 2012

On fashion and ethics – transparency

Pucci Spring 2013

In Paris, Elie Saab and Giambatista Valli. In London, Christopher Kane. In Milan, of course, Dolce & Gabanna, but also Pucci and Alberta Ferretti. In New York, we had Marchesa, Jason Wu and perhaps Tadashi Shoji? I´m talking about transparency taking a major role in shaping what Spring 2013 will look like: sheer joy indeed.

Christopher Kane Spring 2013

Of course there is nothing new about transparency, as there is in fact something quite old about shoulder pads or fringes, but there is a fascinating phenomenon to fashion that is in fact what fashion is all about — something about the spirit of our times being captured in a specific way of self-presentation that translate into tendencies, that is, suddenly, all at the same time, everyone thinks transparent skirts and pants and crop tops are very now.

Alberta Ferretti Spring 2013

I think sheer bottom wears and mid-riff baring outfits have everything to do with our post online-social-networking times. In the 2000s, we started creating our public profiles, publishing online photo albums, even writing our own blogs. Some adhered to twitter at rather early stages, and our lives were out there for the world to see: we would sit at home or at work (if possible) and update some or all of those windows we decided to open for others to glance into a bit more of ourselves, and it was like we were lighting up a room at a time in a house that represented our lives: Blogger, then Flickr, then Facebook. MSN Messenger was on while we were at it (does anyone remember ICQ? It was all the rage in the 1990s).

Probably it was smartphones that changed all that into something more, just as cellphones helped destroy punctuality. The routine of having to *get somewhere* to check your emails or updating your status has disappeared. Twitter has become massive because you still cannot update a blog over your cell — but you can post a funny sentence and a link to something you just found really interesting. Instagram provided filters for the masses to produce some immediate beauty out of their ordinary lives (and plenty of pictures of one or many pairs of feet photographed from above, dressed in a variety of shoes and placed over a variety of sidewalk patterns, rugs, all shades of grass, and floors in general) even if they are eventually ill-equiped for actually taking a good shot. And Facebook now brings everything together — including the other things, such as random online services for which you sign up with your social network account. It also guesses the people you know that are members too and you really wish they didn´t find you. So now, you don´t get to light up a room at a time. In fact, there are no more windows: life is, or at least it can be if you don´t compulsively check privacy options, a glass-walled loft.

Transparency is a common philosophical trick for bringing about moral behavior — think Kant and the famous (ok, not so much, maybe?) categorical imperative: act as if your actions and motives were absolutely public. Our society has taken this idea one step further by making it possible for everything you do be ACTUALLY subject to universal scrutiny — no need for idealizing publicity anymore. And some are still very suspicious of those who resist being fully connected, even though YouTube has proven transparency in excess might bring only pain and trouble — how many people have been ridiculed by millions (MILLIONS) because a private moment of play (singing a stupid song, dancing a stupid dance, falling on their asses) has gone viral? I always wonder when confronted with a new fashionable video of such kind if their protagonists will actually someday be able to get new jobs. Maybe in the long term.

So if you are no longer private about the inner workings of your soul, your honneymoon or your dinner, it only makes sense for the next step to be no longer being private about any of your body parts, hence sheer pants, thigh-high splits and crop tops. Cellulite? Shouldn´t have them, just like you shouldn´t sing around if your voice is mediocre or have sexual intercourse with people that posess cameras on their cellphones (they might take pictures of you naked while you are sleeping and then publish them on their twitter). Let alone body fat or an abdomen without evidence of hard muscles sitting tightly beneath your (flawless) skin. Definitely shouldn´t have THOSE, you weak minded, lazy bum!

Having said that, I guess the best way to enjoy the beautiful and ever unrealistic proposals emanating from Spring 2013 Fashion Week shows is, as always, to select and adapt — just like you already probably do with your social networker life. I, for instance, have this blog, no Facebook or Twitter accounts, and have been in love for quite a while with a pair of Valentino sheer gauze top that´s sitting on the Outnet´s virtual shelves for months (and for a relatively matching pair of lace pants that have been long sold out):

Valentino Appliquéd jersey and gauze top @ the Outnet


August 2, 2012

Red hair, brown eyes. All natural. Almost.

When I was in Edinburgh recently, I did enjoy a little of the Film Festival that was going on from June 20th to July 1st. This is a more low profile, Sundance-y like event that makes for a few celebrities and parties but is really more about the public and the movies. The Closing Night Gala featured the premiere of the new Pixar animated picture Brave, which tells a story that fittingly unfolds in the Scottish Highlands.

The heroine is a red haired girl, a choice rather clear for anyone who has spent any time in Scotland, a country that probably shares with Ireland the highest proportions of red haired population in the world. I say probably because I´m lazy and I´m not going to look it up, but I mean, they have a lot of natural flames in there.

I, a brunette with chestnut hair and eyes and extremely fair skin, have always dreamed to have been a natural red. An impossible dream, since I was already born, as told before, with a different hair color. I grew up nurturing an adoration for the Old Hollywood red divas (which were not natural — but who dares to claim to understand the female soul), particularly the one and only Gilda Rita Hayworth, red hair, brown eyes:

Red hair, dark red lips. So daring and yet, so beautiful. What I find so amazing about this natural tone of red is that it is both quirky and profoundly glamorous — it can be worked in both ways (sometimes simultaneously) with amazing results.

Coming back from Edinburgh, inspired by all those red boys, girls, man and women all around me, I decided it was the time for the change, and I would not formulate any more postponing excuses such as waiting for the gray to cover my head or, less dramatically, for the hair to grow longer; I´d just do it.  So, without warning anyone, I went to a beauty salon and said, “I want to be as red as this lady here”, the lady in question being Christina Hendricks. Can you do it?

He did it. And after he did it, I freaked out for a few days, until I finally relaxed and accepted I was, at last, as red as I always wanted to be, and it looked amazing. But there are tricks for such a dramatic change from dark to natural flame hair to look amazing, which I will share with you now.Brow Set in Boy Girl by MAC Cosmetics

eyebrows – If you´re a natural blonde, your eyebrows will probably work really well with the copperish, natural red hair tone. If you are a brunette, THEY WILL NOT. Taking care of the contrast is probably one of the most important things to do if you don´t want your very expensive look (no, it´s not low cost to maintain a dyed red hair gorgeous) to become cheap due to the terrible contrast. Two tips: dye your eyebrows too (some argue this may be damaging and eventually cause them to fall — do your research and reach your own conclusions, and DON´T. DO. IT. YOURSELF); buy this AMAZING PRODUCT by MAC Cosmetics, in the Girl Boy hue and wear it. Every. Single. Day.

Eyebrows will turn you into a new woman just as much as the hair did. It´s a whole new level of redness, and it makes the whole difference when it comes to the elegance of your whole new look.

make up – your new best friend. If you are a blonde, again, your skin´s undertones will probably work perfectly with your new flame hair. If you are a brunette, it´s not going to be so easy. The new red frame around your porcelain face will make you realize your perfectly fair skin is actually blue. Yeah, sorry. Blue. The unfortunate fact is, we are not all white in the same way, and the fairer the hair, the warmer the undertones of the skin — notice the rosy shades in which the natural blond haired people come. So be prepared to overcome this problem with some light, very light, extremely light bronzing powder. You should form a soft halo around your face, blending into your natural skin color, sort of softening the contrast between your new red roots and the contours of your face, and then add depth to your temples, under your cheek bones and finally, your chin.

If you have hazel eyes, try contrasting with a thin line of purple eyeliner and shadows in gold tones to make them pop when out to party. I find copper eyeliners also good for those same purposes, and it´s also more discrete for work (maybe). Keep your eyelashes dark. Dark eyelashes are a good thing for everyone.

maintenance – spend money on maintenance and take good care of your hair. Your flame top will soon turn into pumpkin — just like Cinderella´s carriage, except it will be your hair, not your vehicle, who will turn into a orange hued thing — if you don´t touch it up on (about) a monthly basis. Plus, if your roots are dark, all the glamour will be GONE if they become the first thing people notice about your hair. Can you imagine Gilda with visible dark roots? Also, don´t let the sun go down on you: wear hats when out to the beach and don´t do it very often. Finally, wear some good shampoos and conditioners for colored hair — that´s particularly vital when it comes to red hair. I´m going for the Color Extend line by Redken. No complaints so far; in fact, only compliments.

christina hendricks – look up to Christina on Mad Men (the incredibly beautiful character Joan Harris) for some work wardrobe inspiration. Classic cuts, solid purples, greens, pinks and blues, fitted dresses and pencil skirts, chignons, corals and the eventual red on your lips and perfectly polished nails. Don´t look up to Christina on the red carpet — it might not work just as well.

Feel powerful and thankful you can look this good without running the risk of being burnt on a stake — natural reds were common suspects of witchcraft during the Holy Inquisition. Not anymore, though. Not anymore.

July 30, 2012

The Quest for the Yellow Blazer

Here am I, back from a long time off wandering about Paris and Edinburgh like a maniac and then not having time to write to you friends. I should probably write a post about some (almost) under the radar things to do in the City of Lights, or perhaps develop into good writing some of my feelings regarding medieval fortresses, royal murder, the mists of Avalon and bagpipes (those feelings are all of the highest form, I can assure you). Instead, I have a headache and I bring you, my fellows, the Quest for the Yellow Blazer.

It began online, during one of my almost daily sessions of torture on net-a-porter. A splash of mustard attracted my eyes and my heart followed with a bang into which it almost forever faded, except I still needed it in order to purchase a blazer or, in fact, anything, so ultimately it kept on beating as usual:

Dear blazer, why oh why is my size sold out? And why the effin´ why are you so effin´ expensive anyway.

I then decided it was the concept that mattered. Yeah, screw Rag & bone. Screw that blazer. I needed a yellow blazer. A perfect yellow blazer, not necessarily a designer yellow blazer one I would find and buy and have if it was the last thing I would do.

Second stop was Stella McCartney. But that was too much for my already tortured budget, consumed by a, well, fairly budget consuming trip. It doesn´t hurt to look, though, so here it is:

This is a slightly yellow-er alternative from the previous one, or so it seems from their pictures.

I later learned that the Outnet has also a nice version of this lovely, summery version of formal attire (OK. I know we are well into summer now. Pardon me for being so late with this comeback… this post should have been posted about a month ago!), by ALC:

I decided, however, I wanted to go for a real low cost alternative. Enter Zara, H&M, and Topshop. Literally: I did enter A LOT of H&Ms, Zaras and Topshops, in a few different countries I might add (that´s when I realized their collections are fairly homogeneous all over the world), and found a few exemplars, some that in fact leave the arena of blazers and enter other coverup categories:

Amazingly, at the time of my search I did not find any exemplars of nice yellow jackets or blazers at H&M. I see they have two interesting alternatives now (I tried to publish their pictures as well. For some reason, I can´t get their links to work, so click here to find out how those H&M yellow blazers look like):

Well, among all the choices before me, I finally fell for this option available from Topshop. It is a mustard yellow, more suitable for seasons less bright than summer, even though the rolled up sleeves kind of put a hold on that thought (yeah, as a matter of fact, it totally puts a hold on that thought, but I still love the color and think it´s more wearable than bright yellows):

My idea is to play up the summery hue with some daring color-blocking, particularly those accessing the nature of the ideal warm, sunny days that should come with July and August: clear skies and the remnants of the lovely colorful spring flowers can be emulated through the use of this jacket combined with hot pink shoes and a perfectly blue, light and flowy dress. A neutral bag, perhaps with a more discrete print bringing some of the colors of the look together would be a nice finishing touch. Something like this:


(forgive the price of the purse. i tried to go for more affordable items when it came to the shoes and dress; it´s just that this bag illustrates so beautifully the look I was trying to convey. take in the inspiration if you enjoy it in any way)

So, do you share in my obsession with yellow blazers? Do you find my Yellow Blazer Round-Up any useful? What is your summer fashion craving this year (if you could name a single one)?

May 30, 2012

The vintage invasion

Such a fabulous synthesis of all matters developed in this post: the 60´s aesthetics, its consumerist and alienated vibe, and MIB III

The Men in Black movies have gained the hearts of audiences around the globe due to having developed its own kind of let’s-contain-a-wicked-alien-invasion sense of humor. However, in addition to a new threat from outer-space, the third picture of the brand also represents the strength of another kind of invasion taking place in the real world: that of all things vintage, and particularly, those that evoke the 60´s.

In fashion, it is not uncommon to relive past decades and styles (the 20´s and the early 90´s are also having their moments right now: see geometric flapper dresses and crop tops with high-wasted bottoms). Nor it is unusual for the entertainment industry to indulge in thematic manias — see the on-off thing that goes on with vampires or the recent obsession with fairy tales, with its noticeable and strange Snow White sub-branch. However, the 60´s are everywhere, not just here, or just there. Mad Men. Pan-Am — I had never noticed before that those two series actually can produce a poor quality rhyme. Marilyn Monroe. Kitchen appliances: big and small, from refrigerator to blender. And now, they have invaded a sci-fi blockbuster. Sci-fi, friends. Why do we so badly want to relive the 60´s?

Maybe the 60´s represent a time of prosperity we all kind of miss in our days of global financial crisis, environmental pressures, situations of such complexity that leave to us — to me — a strange feeling of not knowing exactly what our share of effort should be in trying to make the world a better, safer place. By then, the surge of consumerism was a symptom of good things – it had already been a while since the end of WWII, Europe was getting back in shape and America was getting heaps of money from it – and having the extra nickel for the superfluous desires was cause for celebration, while the possibility of alienation was a breath of fresh air.

Other than that, who doesn´t want to look and feel like Joan Harris or Don Draper? Let us just please contain our excitement and refrain from excessive drinking while at work; also, when out on a picnic in the park, let´s not forget to collect the trash afterwards.

Betty Draper shakes the leftovers off the picnic towel… and onto the grass

Let´s finish this post off with this blog´s picks of objects and looks, straight from this season´s take on the time tunnel:

For work…

…for lunch with the girls…

…and for your vintage kitchen.

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