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Just another imaginary outfit, this time for New Years. Christmas has left me feeling so completely burnt out that all this week I've been constantly forgetting we've yet another damn holiday left to celebrate. I don't have a gorgeous Giambattista Valli number to step out in, but I did find a really pretty vintage dress in a sort of salmon pink that I'm awfully excited to wear. It was heavily discounted because of a few moth holes and a missing button, but predictably these conditions only make me love it that much more. I promise to convince someone with a decent camera to snap a photo before the Champagne kicks in.



Obviously, it was gonna be hard to top this...but if anyone was gonna do it, it'd be these boys! Definitely be sure you watch these in order, it only makes things that much better. Have a good one guys!!




I dearly wish that I could wake up tomorrow morning and find this as the view outside my window. Nothing reminds me of home at Christmastime like deep green fir trees dusted in powdered sugar snow--and there's nowhere I'd like to be so much tomorrow as home. This is the fourth year in a row I've spent the holidays on the opposite side of the country! And try as I might, it's never really, truly felt like Christmas in all those years.

But ok ok, I'll spare you my sob story and instead wish you all a Happy Christmas, Joyeux Noël, God jul and all that! And if you happen to be home for the holidays, enjoy it all the more for my sake??






December is one of those times of the year when I find myself simultaneously wishing for a few new things (it's suddenly so cold! All my clothes have been worn--and sweated in--to death through the summer and fall!) and painfully unable to follow through on even the most practical of my desires (new underwear will definitely have to wait until the New Year. OVERSHARE!) With Christmas shopping, sweet treats to be confected and fancy cheeses to be bought for housewarming parties, I've resorted on more than one occasion to counting out dimes and nickels for toilet paper and really exploring the (finite) possibilities of the humble lentil.

Two nights ago, I broke down and selfishly sprang for a couple things that are currently in the post, on their way to my anxiously-awaiting arms (and feet.) Beautiful black leather Etienne Aigner loafers from Parkrose Vintage and the prettiest, oversize cotton blouse (which was actually paid for in trade from Pistenine, hallelujah!) I actually ordered that Phillip Lim bralette from the previous post as well using a giftcard, and it arrived lightning fast--which sadly means I can already tell you that it was much too small and will have to be returned, as it is now completely sold out. Hopefully I'll have more luck with the rest of my purchases, as I know I will cry salty tears should those loafers not fit my stubby stub feet.



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Forget Miu Miu heels, Giuseppe Zanotti wedges, even Isabel Marant's brilliant boots: If I could choose just one pair of fancy, schmancy, embarrassingly expensive shoes to own, it would be a pair of two-tone, beige and black, cap toed Chanel flats. They are, quite simply, the dreamiest of dream shoes. Today, a wet and grey but surprisingly temperate day, this is what I'd choose to wear with them. Dream baby, dream.








I'm so, SO in love with this line of perfectly simple cashmere sweaters at La Garconne. The color palette is exquisite, immaculate--seeing them all together on the page like that just melts my heart! Soft neutrals plus navy and the two most perfect shades of green. All I would need to add is a splash of vermillion and a swipe of mustard a hint of Tenenbaum pink, and that, ladies and gents, would sum it right up. Charting my stars on the color wheel...

I get really emotionally about colors sometimes, it's silly, I admit. But also, as to the sweaters, I imagine that they are extremely warm, and deadly soft.



Arbor Vitae




The last few weeks I've been quietly scurrying around, trying to get my latest venture off the ground. Finally, this morning, I'm proud to introduce you all to my new etsy store: Arbor Vitae Vintage. I've partnered up with an out-of-town pal to bring you guys some pretty sweet vintage goodies, including-but-not-limited-to super cozy sweaters (and ponchos, just wait for the ponchos!), warm winter hats, soft blouses and a few surprise odds and ends.

I'll be adding more items to the shop in the next few days, and I hope to be able to update fairly regularly from then on, so don't be a stranger!






My very favorite way to introduce a new partner around these parts is to offer you guys a giveaway--and fortunately, the folks behind Little Print House were happy to oblige! Hailing from Portland, OR, Kelly and Greg recently opened their Etsy shop and stocked it full of gorgeous prints celebrating things near and dear to their hearts (and mine too!), including but not limited to: bicycling, cats, and the natural wonders of the Northwestern Coast. Now, they'd like to offer one lucky duck the opportunity to take home one of the prints shown above.

In order to win Old Time Bottles, Maple Tree Glow, or Big Sur Vista, all you have to do is take a look at Little Print House on Etsy and leave a comment here telling us which of their many fine prints is your favorite and why. Please make sure that you leave your email if it's not available on your profile. The contest will remain open until after midnight Sunday night/Monday morning. Best of luck to all!

P.S. Kelly and Greg would also like to offer all my readers 15% off their order during the giveaway. Just enter code ringo15 at checkout!









Let me just preface this by saying that I have never actually been in the position to take a proper "winter holiday." My winter holidays the last several years have consisted of traveling to the greyest, wettest part of the country for a precious week or two, and while I treasure those visits, they're hardly any call for perusing the Resort collections, let alone swimwear.

Still, in my sweet, happy fantasy life, I am currently preparing for a trip to somewhere warm and sandy, somewhere southerly--somewhere on the other side of the equator, if at all possible. And in this dream world, I'm packing my new R2D2 bathing suit from Black Milk. Actually, it's probably a good thing this is all purely speculation, since I'm not sure I'd be able to settle on a style. It's amazing to me how much the graphic one-piece market has blown up in the last year or so. Between these guys and We Are Handsome, I'd be well equipped for fun in that imaginary sun...




At long last, all pissing and moaning aside: Lula has been released! (Though I'll believe it when I finally see it stateside...) Looking forward to Ashley Smith's editorial, and all the usual fluff and circumstance. I do wonder what the price hike will translate to in US$...ah well, we all know I'll find those pennies somewhere! It's a darn good thing none of my favorite, foreign, pricey magazines come out on a monthly basis...

(cover via fearless123 on tFS)


Pomegranate Season

It's always a sorry day when the last of the fresh berries disappear from the Farmer's Market. As a life-long devotee to both oatmeal and yogurt as year-round breakfast foods of choice, the winter time tends to leave my cereals and live cultures a bit less than, er, lively--and granola only gets you so far!

Thankfully, it's around this time of year that pomegranates descend onto supermarket shelves. I've been in love with the wondrous fruit since I was a kid (I always got one in my stocking, though sometimes it was a challenge to shake it out of there!) They are a bit time consuming to take apart, but I find it kinda meditative, standing barefoot in the kitchen in my boyfriend's sweater, slowly separating fruit from pith. Once removed, the ruby red seeds last several days in the fridge. I like to sprinkle a handful over hot six grain porridge, slice up some banana, and add a splash of oat milk and orange blossom honey. Such a perfect, simple winter breakfast.


Paris, 1977








Thanks to Alex, I just came across this amazing set of images by weetstraw on Flickr (do check out the rest!) Apparently, they are scans from a book entitled The Great Cities / Paris from 1977, and photographed by Raghubir Singh.

I always keep my eyes out for wonderful old books like this when rummaging through thrift shops (along with copies of National Geographic from the '70's) and while I've made some scores, I've never found anything quite this amazing. Ah well--to Amazon we go!


tree of life






Just an itty-bitty sneak peak at a project a friend and I have been working on recently. I'm pretty excited for the big reveal. More deets any day now!




Speaking of winter-time color: I just love this photo of Diana and Charles at Balmoral. Although, haha, apparently it was taken on May 6th (by Tim Graham). Nonetheless, I do love her sweater. It looks a bit faded here, but in other views you can see it was a rather shocking pink! I wonder where she got it, and why it is she chose to wear it to this particular photocall. Anyways, I'm totally digging this whole outfit, really.

P.S. I still have a copy of the Elton John "Candle in the Wind" single...on cassette! Those were truly sad times for a thirteen year old Anglophile. (Edit: Ok ok, I do know it's still quite cold in May in the UK--I was a teen Anglophile once, remember!)







Every year as winter approaches, I begin to feel like all the color is slowly being sucked out of the world. We've been lucky with the weather lately, but I know there will be weeks when we don't see a clear sky, no sun, no blue. Just a flat grey underbelly as far as the eye can see.

A "fashion forecast"? The coming Spring will be a season chock-a-block with cornflower, vermilion, citrus and goldenrod. Now, however, is a time to find the perfect pair of black oxfords and the perfect pair of brown oxfords, the perfect pair of brown boots and the perfect pair of black boots, the perfect white sweater, the perfect grey sweater, the perfect black sweater. It's true that layering is a lot easier when you're working with a whittled down palette--being adventurous is so much more complicated in the cold. If it were up to me though, I would have a winter coat in every color of the rainbow. And a nice tartan plaid for good measure.

(images via Dansk, nicolas cage vampire teeth, Dansk, Old Baltimore, Dansk)



If only I loved perfume as much as I love perfume ads, maybe I wouldn't have such a hell of time settling on a scent! I don't know, maybe it's just having such a huge budget poured into something quite small, but so many of them seem to come out perfectly dreamy. Case in point: I'm completely obsessed with the new Love, Chloe commercial (and the song by Chemise.) Directed by Roman Coppola, it's the perfect nod to the classic '70's era Charlie ads. It just makes me wanna put on some camel pants be a career woman and have really, really bouncy hair.

Gucci also does a knock out job when it comes to their perfumes--recall Flora by Gucci and, last but certainly not least, Gucci by Gucci (by David Lynch!) Do you have a favorite perfume campaign, past or present?



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I just put up a little guest post over on Sally Jane Vintage chock full of holiday gifting (and getting!) inspiration. I think I've finally recovered from the insanity that was last week, and I'm ready to get back into the swing of things! Plus I've got some exciting news that I can't wait to share with you dudes...wahoo!

P.S. Thanks for all the kind comments on my last post! Isn't that jacket totally rad? It's actually vintage Ralph Lauren, and sadly it belongs to a friend (a friend who is lucky I didn't abscond over the border into the wilds of Canada with that beauty, never to be heard from again...)


the beginning of November







Photography: Charlie Rubin
Styling: Siri Thorson
Model: Stephanie Lee @ Elite

I had another opportunity to get together with photographer Charlie Rubin a couple of weeks ago--only this time, I got to take a turn (mostly) behind the lens, styling up the gorgeous Stephanie Lee from Elite. I've said it once, and I'll say it again: there's nothing more simultaneously exhilarating and infinitely depressing than seeing a professional model rocking the shit out of your own wardrobe. Ha! But Steph was a doll, and working with Charlie always proves to be an adventure (in the best possible way.)

You can find a few more shots from the set featured on Fashionising--and you can also take a peek at some of my past styling work over on my tumblr "portfolio" (tumblolio?? The future is now!)