Icon Status: Taylor Tomasi-Hill

My editor adoration is no secret. In my line of work, I am surrounded by celebrities and wannabees, alike. The movie stars or 'housewives' don't do it for me, but get me in front of a fashion (I hate this word and I will use it as sparsely as possible) editor, and I swoon. I was very vocal in my disdain for NYFW this year, based only on the number of editors who were sitting second row to accommodate Nikki (sp?) Minaj/Kourtney Kardashian/et al. My first editor dedication post goes to Taylor Tomasi-Hill, who is just as sweet and lovely as she is a stylish, risk-taker. She looks the same at Doma, drinking coffee, as she does in these street style pics. Thanks, Taylor, for reminding me that people still get dressed because it's fun.

 Amazing boots, I love how she actually wears them quite often. I could do a better job of incorporating my favorite pieces in multiple ensembles.

Image via The Sartorilaist

 This sweater is backless, swoon. Love the textures together that wouldn't typically work. She's T.T.H, she does what she wants.

via street peeper

 A tutu? Sure. Louboutin sneaks.

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 Bold bottoms require a simple top. She keeps it interesting with a vest, in lieu of a shirt.

via TFS

 Graphic Prints. Black and white looks much more interesting with that hair. Side note, she never reveals who her colorist is. Which may piss me off, if I were the colorist, considering how much buzz T.T.H's hair gets. We are all entitled to our mystery.

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 One of my favorites. It looks like she just threw it on. Effortless. That skirt could be a pair of old Levi's and it would still work.

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 There's the boots! Loving her anorak, it adds some funk to the most classic bag on the planet.

via The Sartorialist

Rick Owens and Chanel? Another example of re-using your goods. She loves a good high-waisted pant, too. Also, refreshing to see an editor not married to sky high heels.

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To the Unemployment Line You Go...

This goddess is the new face of designer, Phillip Plein.  Lohan and the German designer are supposedly dating and her front row presence at his Milan S/S '12 show confirmed the gig.  Poor Phillip. Soon, his line will be dropped and he'll have chlamydia.

Seriously, WHAT is he thinking? 

I'm headed to Kleinfeld's to view an actual goddess in her wedding dress. Dominique, my apology for mentioning your wedding in the same post as chlamydia. xoxo

It's like a scavenger hunt for your closet

Crochet, baking, running (ha), photography. These are not my hobbies. While these are admirable ways to spend one's free time, I prefer rummaging around the discarded garments of Manhattan's elite. They say one man's trash is another's treasure, and nothing truer may have ever been stated. These beauties are tossed into a graveyard of goodness, where I can find myself wasting hours (er, days) at a time unearthing the bounty. As with any hobby, there are good days and bad. Instead of cramping up and ruining my run or snagging a crochet, I may come home empty-handed. Just because we are thrifting, doesn't mean we aren't discerning. There is a difference between finding a gem and buying people's old shit. 

 Indulgers of the midi trend, rejoice! I found one in freaking black LEATHER. Boom. It was $17. I felt like I was stealing. Oh, and it's Bottega.  Like, Venetta.

 Grey Theory Pinstriped suit for $30. No big deal. The jacket fits perfectly and the pants are way too small. Winning with my amazingly, disproportionate body. Anyone need a size 0 suit pant? Freaks.

 Another addition to my amazeballs collection of Manolo pointy toe mules. Yeah, I said it. I don't like sexy shoes, I like old lady shoes. Specifically with fall foliage on them (acorns, so festive!) These are amazing, no matter what John says. Hands off, Grandma!

 Another overtly sexual addition to my collection are these spicy babies. Neon yellow, pilgram-esque, vintage Ferragamos. I considered not taking these home for zero seconds.

 I had to leave these Fall '09  Miu Miu spectator pumps. You're welcome, girl with monster feet and excellent taste. Drastically different from my ass, my feet are quite small.

I did not adhere to this request. That's silly.

Happy Hump Day!

Colour Conundrum

As indicated by all the shows and glossies that I have been privy to since February, it is (will be) a colorful fall. When this humidity finally breaks, and I am lucky enough to wear the beautiful duds I have compiled in anticipation of my favorite season, you will see me indulging in the trend. I have always been a Rick Owens/Helmut Lang (read, black clothing) devotee, but I'm craving a red suit more than coconut cake at Balthazaar.  If the pictures below don't inspire you to join me on the light side, I don't know what will. If you still aren't convinced, be pacified by the knowledge that black is always in style. 

All images via Street Peeper

Superfluous Signage

There is nothing I love more than excess home decor.  Such as with, I dunno...bracelets, there can never be enough ecoutrements for yours truly. That's French for stuff, y'all.


So, imagine my delight, when I woke up to the mailman bringing me this beauty from Megan and Monte. If I can figure out how to give you guys a tweet shout out or something,  I'm fully doing it. Thanks a million! I will think of you every time I (er, John) uses the stove~

The McKeon Family
Est, June 5, 2011

Don't Let Anyone Steal Your Shiny: the pants edition

I'm well aware these pants are from last year.  Jenna, winning just by waking up, invented them for J.Crew.


You should be made aware that I have been dreaming about them since then.  DIY version will be out in public soon at the Upper East Side locale of my choosing.

Indulge ME

I had to start this blog to prevent the demise of my new marriage. My husband, as lovely as he is, tires of being forced to offer his opinions regarding my clothing choices. In addition, one more picture of Rachel Bilson's hair on my dining room table...straw/camel's back, so they say.

So you, my faux friends, are my new audience. Thank you in advance for reading and not reaching out to John and supporting his decision to throw away my back issues of W. 


Current obsessions are as follows: the other Olsen, Celine, sparkly nail polish, bangs (no, I did not learn my lesson yet, thanks), and painting my fireplace facade white, and Emmanuelle Alt.