Monday, September 30, 2013

A Love for Grunge and the First Wendy Darling Jacket

I've always had a love for grunge.

You see, flannel was my best friend growing up. Plaid, my partner in crime. I never went anywhere without a plaid shirt whether it be flannel or not. I wore Doc Martins until they fell apart and my mom had to secretly sneak into my room and throw them out before I made a scene.

I loved the feel of chunky soles mixed with a red flannel—I felt comfortable. I felt like me.

Now at the ripe age of 10-years-old, I didn't know Kurt Cobain nor did I care about trends (well, that has stayed the same). But I still find myself leaning toward a plaid shirt and something leather or ripped whenever I want to make a statement.

As I looked at these pictures today, I noticed there were a few things that I took inspiration from. Like this Stella McCartney jacket and although I was not aware in the moment, I think I must have subconsciously been channeling Bender from The Breakfast Club.

But, my favorite thing about this outfit and this post is that I could finally debut the jacket I made. I wanted to pair this jacket with something different, something bold. I wanted to show that a traditional tartan doesn't need to be dressy or at all preppy. When paired with different pieces such as an oversized shirt and chunky boots, it can give it that grunge look and altogether different expression.

So, although this jacket will be worn with everything from jeans to heels to dresses, I wanted to debut my creation with something different and bold.

I hope you had a wonderful Monday, my friends. And may we all thank Kurt Cobain for putting plaid on the map.




Gotta love boxy silhouettes. 



Photos taken by Brian Loftus

shirt: Free People; lace shorts: Forever 21; boots: Doc Martin's; wool coat: Wendy Darling



Sunday, September 1, 2013

Alameda Antique Fair

Today was an absolute magical day filled with sunburned skin, open-mouthed laughs and lots and lots of antique goodies. The first Sunday of every month, Alameda has an antique fair with 35 massive rows filled with vintage clothes, hats, postcards, chandeliers, you name it. To put it in perspective, we were there for 3 and a half hours and only got to row five...

Let's just say there were a lot of oldies but goodies.



Smiley Sirapa.







Gotta love old suitcases.






You know the magnetic words you put on your fridge and create silly sentences? Yeah, this has that beat.




The "artistic selfie" of the four of us. I have a flash for a face. 


The precious sun hat bracelet Sirapa found.

Beautiful city by the Bay.

I made away with a few perfect gems which you'll definitely be seeing in the next few blog posts and it was so nice getting to spend a day with the girls. Only 30 more days until the next antique fair...

But who's counting?