every cutie with a booty bought a coogi

The highs and lows of my forays into commerce in the Quogue area this weekend:

MINE FOR NOW: Key West logo fake Wayfarers, $2. These are so dope. I think I have to give them to Hunter though.

HEARTBREAKINGLY NOT MINE: The LF/Jeffrey Campbell wannabe Acne Atacomas (ps, Acne has restocked the real ones at a NEW HIGHER PRICE. Thanks, internet hype!) For $195, I couldn't swing it. There were almost tears, but what can you do.

SOOOO TOTALLY MINE: A MOTHERFUCKING COOGI SWEATER, 20 bones. This shit is retarddeedddd bonkerssss. I DIE. I WILL WEAR THE SHIT OUT OF THIS CRAZY ASS THING. rolled up sleeves, high waisted skirt, patent leather chloe heels. It's gonna be BADONX. Will blog ASAP.

IF IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR THIS GUY:

IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.

I just love your flashy ways, truetruetrue

in my dreams

One day I will do something worthy of allowing me to appear somewhere wearing this outfit.
I am completely serious, I consider this a PERFECT LOOK.

Ok, let's get real. I would wear this anywhere, forget "spesh occasions".  
Let's fangirl all over it, shall we?
1. Off-kilter bouffant. No one really needs to see this much of my face, btw, but I still would love to walk around like this. Mental note, buy giant bumpits and DIY it.
2. White mink shoulder stole straightjacket topper. Lurve.
3. Long flowy sequined skirt (dress?)with whats-his-name on it, increds. 

and and AND:

4.A JUDITH LEIBER BAG. I have always had a dark secret love for JL novelty bags..they are so synonymous with expensive tacky aunt but I LOVE THEM.  
I LOVE THEM.


Whyyyyyy wouldn't you want a bejeweled pavé glittery forestdwelling creature slung across your body that you can fill with superimportant things like red lipstick, stray pennies, a button from god knows what, airplane peanuts, a lucky rock, grape hubba bubba and $11 dollars american (TMI?)

Here it is! Gimmmeeeee:

Or this one:

Or, okay, I WILL TAKE THIS ONE TOO:

UNFORTCH FOR OL' WL, these sweet, sweet jazzholes cost like, $3,800+ bones on the average and SO it reallllyyy REALLY will never be my own personal intense pleasure to own one. Very sad, this thing we call real life.

i can see myself in your pants

WHOASLERS:



crocodile maw crotch cover! so best.
christopher kane for topshop! give it, bitches.

in other news:



sheer mirrored leggings, a boobcup frock, MIRRORED KNICKERS!

to see and be seen in, oh oh oh.

when i said that i loved you i meant that i'd love you forever

THEY ARE REAL. AND THEY ARE MAGNIFICENT.


back in january i posted about these balenciaga future topsiders of dementia as the possible one shoe to rule us all.
they were tiny grey apparitions of epic awesomeness in the only pictures i could find of the pre-fall collection..now i can see them, and they are awesome, and i need 995 dollars to make me holler.

A S A FREAKING P.

it hurts my heart a lil that these were in the T fashion closet and i was not there to snatch them and clomp around the office for a while. i guess THEM'S THE BREAKS, right?

*the pic above was snatched from the T blog, sowwy

i want it

the one thing i didn't really bring out here to the northwest is a JACKET...what do i know? the summer in new york is so disgusting and humid you can practically WRING out the air for clean drinking water (reduce reuse recycle. wha?)

point being:
i need this.

don't i? i do. (don't i?).


slow and steady wins the race / stand up comedy rainwear collab

DRAPEY AVANT PONCHO (avancho?) !!! be mine?

ps
you may find this hard to BELIEVE, but i have not been so awesome about "living on a budget". shocker of the century, i know.

oop

sy

doops.

help me to help you

hihihiiiii everyone.
so.
time to flee this concrete quicksand for GREEN THINGS and CHEAP BEER.

as of june 4, i will be chillin in portland, oregon for a while, then a little LA action, then a cross country drive, then...? who knows. i just plan to stay away from new york until fall (whaaaaat).

AS I AM NO LONGER GAINFULLY EMPLOYED (my own choice, please join the factions of those think i am insane) i am trying to SELL SOME STUFF.

1. i need cash flow.
2. i own way too much crap.

i will have this site up:


SHOP WHITE LIGHTNING

until sunday, may 31.

buy things!
if you aren't feelin a price, email me at the site email and make me an offer i CANNOT REFUSE.

i will keep adding to it, some clothes, more shoes, etc.
maybe you like?

back to packing.
summer heat + 4th floor walkup +small space = die.
sighhhh.

it don't cost nothin to just BROWSE

hey white lightning, you just quit yer job in the middle of a major recession, what are you gonna do now?

hmmm...shop online?
JK! (sorta)

but why do i just want to wear tee shirt capes all summer? i think noferatu has inspired me.


free people riding hood convertible top

not sure what goes on here- giant slouchy cape tee that can be a hood and shawl and tank top? sounds GRAND. sign me up.


ksubi batman cape top

this shit is straight up dopeness.
i would stand around like this girl the whole time and maybe run down hallways screaming I WANNA BE AN AIRBORN RANGER.
unfortch for me (fortch for my bank account) i am not the only that thinks so and thing is all sold out. wah wah.

no room left at the inn, the inn being my bedroom, specifically my closet(s)

i am not shopping. like, at all.
did you hear me? NOT. SHOPPING.
i swear.
but
if i WAS shopping, like, just for like, a MINUTE...
i would buy these things:


canvas mini anorak / laced cotton day blouse
from built by wendy.

but only if i was shopping.
which i'm not.
like..at all.

i swear.

forget la crise

so yesterday i was so graciously invited to preview the new place to spend your rent money: topshop in soho.



i will admit, it was nice to browse before the general MAYHEM of today's big opening.
FOUR FLOORS of imported british finery.
crazytown.
the loverly kat came with and i got to see christene & piera which is alwayssss a pleasure. miss laia was there too, and i got to meet naomi from teen vogue who said she loves the blog! (hi naomi). yay

i basically made it my MISSION to stalk the emma cook boots and make them mine.
if you, dear readers, are going to brave the madness on broadway, you can find them ici:



bottom shelf of that wall there.
i found them,
i tried them,
i loved them,
i left them.

at 310 bones, i just couldn't make the plunge. they are fucking EPIC though.

the prices are a bit higher than i might shop on the regs BUT... the shoes were awesome, the TIGHTS were so so good, and there were a few lil things that i will wait for to go on sale...all in all kinda great.

gossip girl level spotting at the shopping event:
harvey weinstien (?)
J LO (giantest louboutins i have ever seen)
Julia restoin-roitfeld (so so so pretty. love)
uhh..olivia palermo (so so so very skinny)

i can't imagine going over there today, or this weekend for that matter.
if you are gonna do it:
i fear for your lives, my friends..godspeed and happy shoppingz.