Preen S/S 2010

Earlier this afternoon, a hardcore Preen loving friend of mine clued me in to how extremely amazing Preen's Spring 2010 show was. And indeed she was correct.

While, California is quite season-less, I sometimes feel that dressing for warm weather can be difficult. Especially with my aesthetics. Usually in the summer, I resort to skimpy sundresses with boots, or loose tank tops/belted tunics with short shorts. Preen always seems to offer something more, something inspiring for those warmer days.

Let's start off with dresses. The first dress just kills me. As long as I can remember, I've been obsessed with lingerie inspired clothing. So the lace, mesh, corset-esque piping initially drew me in, then the flash of pink and the cutouts made me go insane.







Also, I rarely pay attention to bottoms during fashion shows. But how could you not ignore these? Again I fell for the lace and pink piping number. I'm also quite obsessed with the jumpsuit and metallic jodhpurs.

This Is Not An Exit...

It's currently 2AM in the morning, and I've consumed entirely too much caffeine today. In my insomniatic (Is that even a word? I think not) troll through cyberspace, I happened upon this amazing tee via Stylesightings. I love it. It's brilliant and it goes well with my current read (see last picture). I really wish Bret Easton Ellis would come out with another book. I've already read all of them, and I want more.




Oh Patrick Bateman, you are such a sick fuck.



PS. In case you have no idea what I'm talking about. The quote is from American Psycho, a novel by the fantastic Mr. Bret Easton Ellis, and the picture is of Patrick Bateman as played, in the movie, by Christian Bale.

first two images via stylesightings... last picture taken by me.

Games and Restriction, Candy, Twilight and Guns

"Games and Restriction, Candy, Twilight and Guns" from Arena Homme + 's Hard Times issue is always on the brain...well.... for several reasons.. I think they're quite obvious. Anyways, my colleague happened to have this issue, and my zeal for borrowing this editorial resulted in me swearing up and down to him that it was for the amazing styling of Mr. Panos Yiapanis, and not for the naked men. And I was telling the truth (I'm usually attracted to men who look like they might stink a little.. or a lot).

Anyhow, it's too good not to share. So I've scanned the editorial.

I think Mr. Yiapanis needs to come out with a clothing line. I don't believe I've ever been more frustrated with "stylist's own" credits as I am with his.













*images from Arena Homme +, scanned by me.

One Day...

I will hopefully be cruising one of these babies down Pacific Coast Highway, top down, wind blowing in my hair- making it stick to my lip gloss- all the while deafening all those near me with my version of Iron Maiden's The Trooper. Elegant image eh?

Thanks Dad for passing down the love of the road, and forcing me to learn how to drive on a stick shift.

1963 Lincoln Continental Convertible with Suicide Doors in Black. Other colors need not apply.






1963 Chevy Sting Ray Coupe




*all images taken from google images.

Necromance: Los Angeles

nec⋅ro⋅man⋅cy  [nek-ruh-man-see]
–noun
1. a method of divination through alleged communication with the dead; black art.
2. magic in general, esp. that practiced by a witch or sorcerer; sorcery; witchcraft; conjuration.


About a year and a half ago, while driving through Melrose in Los Angeles, I caught a glimpse of a small shop window that would release some raging curiosity in me that would only start to subside last weekend. The display in this window, with it's antique dolls and mannequin parts hanging from large hooks, literally caused me to squeal with delight. One look at the name of the boutique, and I knew I had to go in. This shop was Necromance.

Unfortunately it was close to 2 AM, and the store was obviously closed. I had been on the website, but hadn't been to physically go to the store until last Friday, while on a impromptu shopping excursion with my roommate.

Honestly, all I can say was that upon entering, I immediately fell in love. The first thing I noticed, was the huge stuffed peacock the owner, Nancy, had mounted on the wall above her counter. Secondly, her beautiful grayhounds, Darwin and Donner. And then there were the collections of skull figures, books, old medical devices and pharmaceutical bottles.

I browsed through some amazing fang rings, and skull beads. And ended up with two postcards and a bone ring for my thumb.

Nancy was kind enough to let me take pictures of her two stores on Melrose. One is dedicated to human biological artifacts, and the second is dedicated to animals.

Nancy, and the kind shop girl at the taxidermy store were extremely sweet. If you're into the creepy stuff like I am, I highly suggest visiting Nancy and her doggies at her shop in Los Angeles.

Necromance
7220 Melrose Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90046
(323) 934-8684


Necromance East: Focusing in "olde" medicine, mourning jewelry, and things related to human death.
Also, included, a picture of one of the greyhounds, it fell asleep right in the middle of the store!










Necromance West: Focused on taxidermy. They had a great selection of taxidermy jewelry as well.









Also.. managed to scarf this baby down. Bratwurst sandwhich from Clementine Bakery. Yum!

Skeletal

This post is especially for the lovely and talented La Chauve-Souris.

The work of Fumie Sasabuchi. I don't remember where I got these photos, but I'll post a link once I figure it out.

**EDITED.. Images via Galerie Zink Please click the link to see more.

Say Hello to My Little Friend...

Bought this little guy after stalking him for a very very very long time. I have a feeling he'll be quite abused.

A night in, after two nights of going out, is a relief. Happy to be home with my pet, a cold glass of water and best of all, some piece and quiet.

I have a lot of pictures that have accumulated onto my desktop, here is a set styled by Kattaca, shot by Paco Peregrin. I believe the editorial was entitled Fresh.