Current status: swag, swag, swag, and more swag. Pow! That’s what leopard does to a girl.
This leopard structured blazer is so sick, right! Courtesy of Tibi and rendered in one of the most coveted and ubiquitous animal prints ever, leopard. I must divulge the immediate appetite for everything leopard until further notice. I can’t stop parading my leopard around town like a new boyfriend to all my friends who are green with envy (sorry guys, not really though). Leopard is my crack right now and I’m not giving it up anytime soon; no need for an intervention. However, I will admit that I’m an addict.
If you haven’t been paying any attention to street style (or the street style stars) including Instagram trolling (more like stalking), it’s quite possible you’ve hit your head or been living under a fucking rock. But it’s okay to be trailing behind in fashion news, that’s where I step in. My suggestion? Proceed to pouring yourself a glass of wine (in my case, a bottle) and scope out the latest crop of style aristocrats (on Vogue.com) for which, recently, Scandinavians have legitimized their place on the royal fashion court. Danish fashion mavens in particular, are mastering remarkable versions of minimalist ideas told on the street in a very subtle and profound way. Appreciation runs deep for the ingenious beauty of clean and simple lines, cocoon shapes as well as ambivalent ones and extraordinary details, often personalizing their own french girl chic with a newfangled twist and ultimately capitalizing on branding the phrase scandi-cool girl vibes. As the leader of the royal succession, is stylist, entrepreneur, jewelry designer, author, and former blogger Pernille Teisbaek, who, in her own right, (thanks to her viking stay-warm genes) has a flair for mixing and layering classic and fun pieces, spawning fresh new hybrids of the cool girl archetype. She defines the meaning of artful dressing.
In honor of autumn, I’ve assembled fun fall inspired movies to get you in the mood for fall season. Enjoy your day off and put your feet up with a hot cup of pumpkin spice latte (I always burn my tongue,ah!), an apple and pecan turnover, and huddle underneath the blanket ready and waiting with bated breath to see Harry and Sally fall in love in New York.