Trunk Show Update: Jemma Wynne takes Atlanta!

See everyone in Atlanta on Thursday from 10-7 at Etc East! Come see me, Steph, and some badass new baubles.  Seriously, new. Like, we added pieces to the collection today, new.

PS.....

Jemma Wynne was featured in November's Harper's Bazaar! 

Now, I'm going to shove some harem pants and uncomfortable shoes in a beautiful, if not horribly impractical, vintage Vuitton carry-on.

Peace out, NYC!

Sparkle and Fade

via street peeper

What better way to make this silk, printed pants more appealing? 

Add some glam on top with a sequined tank. I mean, she looks happy, right?

Next time I want to look like I escaped from an insanc asylum wear my pajamas in public, I'm doing it.  

Ms. Minelli on top, Mr. Miyagi, down below.

Home is Where the Haute Is

Growing up, I watched my mother spend frivolously on her home decor... to the point where our attic, filled with her superfluous finds, rivaled that of an interior design showroom.

  I thought this was silly, as I had convinced myself that my future husband's fortune would only be spent decorating my body, not my boudoir.

15 years later, I'm an interior design junkie.

I never imagined I would put as much effort into my home as Barb did, but here I am.  It still boggles my mind that I have any clients, as I run around this city looking suspiciously like the homeless kids with dogs on St. Marks. Not my apartment.  It's my immaculate, style-baby, fashion den of glamour and luxury.

 I'm biased.

I love it. My closet suffers because of it and I don't care. Nowadays, I wear a v-neck t-shirt, jeans, and ankle boots and cover myself in diamonds and Jemma Wynne tourmalines to make up for the filthy outfits*. 

See, everyone wins.

Enjoy my current interior inspirations, below. It's Nanette Lepore's town home in NYC.

*Note to my actual clients...I use self deprecating humor to attempt to coerce people into reading this blog.  I am actually qualified to tend to your clothing/jewelry needs. Thanks in advance.

Don't Ever Let Anyone Steal Your Sparkle

I can't say enough about what some glam can do for your mood. We can't all be Kate Moss or Abby Lee, or even get our hands on a McQueen minaudiere or Jemma Wynne jewels. What we can do is make sure to add a little glam to our lives, everyday. The days when I am the most tired, I dress better. My face may look sad, but damned if I'm not swathed in my finest. 

My friend Laura's son announced to her this morning that he was 'in a bad mood because he hated his outfit.' 

Thanks, Hayden, a little boy after my own heart.

What makes you sparkle these days? I'm sporting these babies.

Furry Necks, Happy Souls

On my most recent jaunt to...sike. Did you think I was going to tell you wear I thrift? Muwahahaha. No.

In any case, I found a beaver fur collar that some old lady had discarded, along with her piles of Dior suits that she had already been seen in once before, to my sacred thrifting palace. It is an absolute gold mine for designer suits. I mean, no I'm not wearing that skirt suit ensemble, but I'll wear the shit out of the jacket with some disgusting men's jeans/slutty leather pants, to balance the sweetness. For those of you who don't know me, I dress to avoid looking sweet. I don't know why, but it's worked so far.

The collar. 

I bought it. Sewed it to a mexican blanket. Hurled my new creation over my shoulders and off I went. Success! 

boom.

Be Amazing

I couldn't have said it better myself. After the week I've had, I'm going to spend my Saturday doing just that. There is some thrifting in my future, so stay tuned for an outfit post tomorrow.

Happy Saturday y'all. I hope it's amazing. 

xo, Meaghan

NYFW: High and Low

These photos were both taken at various fashion weeks last month. The main differences are, one makes me want to die and one makes me delighted. 

Can you guess which is which?

This is Niki Minaj sitting front row, next to Ms.Wintour at Carolina Herrera.

This is Mr. Lagerfeld's winter wonderland. You see that goddess in the clamshell? Its Florence Welch, singing a little diddy for the models to walk to.  

swoon.

See? That was easy. Have a happy Tuesday and, remember, leggings are not pants.

xo

I think Freud has a theory about this...

Whilst perusing pics from Fashion Month,  I came across this dapper Parisien (I can spell, that's French, y'all), wearing a similar ensemble to my outfit yesterday.



Femininity Fail.

via The Sartorialist

Style Recycle: First Edition

I have enough of these little treats to last for a straight month of posts, but I will spread them out sporadically, so that you continue to read this blog for your enjoyment.  Since I am so poor crafty, I take many pieces of my wardrobe that I'm tired of and make them something I am willing to wear. Everyone has items that make them question their ability to purchase clothing, but waste not.

Follow my lead, pals.

1)

This old, leather Vince car coat (well, it's sleeves)

+     2)These cropped AG boyfriend jeans

                                                                         DRUMROLL                                           

New Jeans with leather legs! Boom. Take that, Celine.

They are awesome. They also prove my calves are the same size as my biceps. I have yet to decide whether that is pathetic or desirable. 

Shout out to John for these crummy pictures. Since I won't be crafting myself a camera anytime soon, y'all will have to deal with this subpar nightmare.

A big Mazel to all my lovelies who are holiday-ing this weekend xoxo

M

Pardon Our French

Sometimes three times a week, I am a bad wife. In lieu of a nutritious meal, I slave over the stove go to Gourmet Garage and wind up with a cutting board full of treats. John does not mind eating cornichons, olives, the 'good' Balthazaar bread with butter, brie, and wine for dinner. He is a tiny Frenchman trapped in a huge American body and the next step is a pencil thin mustache. 

Wait, too late. Ok, a beret. 

One day, I will show my (brother's) children this picture and explain to them how John and I used to be interesting New Yorkers, who ate like poor French people.

Going thrifting tomorrow and I've 'convinced' John to come. He loves it. I hope he finds his beret.

Bon Soir!

Local Obsession: Jemma Wynne

Just a little luxe nightcap to summarize my day. The beautiful baubles below are created in NYC by the talented ladies of Jemma Wynne.  It takes a lot to impress me these days, and these babies do the trick. You think they look good in photos? Imagine them on you. I know. 

You can thank me later. Publicly. And with gifts.

 Goodnight, my fearless fashionistas!

Mad, Rad Bag

I realize I am half a decade behind the tide, but I love Mad Men. Considering I want this blog to be an actual account of my current obsessions and style choices, I have no shame in this admission. 

Last night, after the episode featuring a comparison between January Jones and Grace Kelly, I started compulsively researching Kelly bags. Hermes created this style for The Princess and it's a little classic for me. I'll forgive you in advance if this is the first you've heard of either Hermes or Grace Kelly. Just covering my bases, but maybe we can't be friends anymore. 

I thought I invented the idea of splatter painting a $6,000 bag for my own amusement, but it's turns out Kelly Wearstler did.  And they say there's no improving a classic.

image via Kelly Wearstler

Does Jet Blue fly to Monaco?

Superior Interior

Whilst enjoying a little Proenza perusal this weekend, I came across the most beautiful piece of furniture I have ever seen. No shock here, considering every time I leave Barney's, I am declaring I have just witnessed 'the most beautiful (insert item here) ever.'

Check it out, it's made of horns/antlers. You're welcome.

After the initial shock of this beauty wore off, I decided to add a little superior to my own interior, considering I would not be adding this animal seat to my home. I thought to myself, 'Self, what would make your mantel more awesome?'

Another. Animal Head.

This one lives above my fireplace right now. Instead of replacing it, I'm just adding another....

This mosaic cow will reside directly above my current skull (sorry plates, later)

I just ordered another head, so the crafting will commence soon after. Pics to follow!

Monday is almost over, what are you wearing tomorrow?

Bauble Breakdown

I'm an avid collector of vintage rhinestone jewelry. I will momentarily be heading the the flea market to troll for more to add to my >100 piece ensemble. So, when Tom Binns debuted his beautiful collection of rhinestone-esque bibs, I knew I could save myself the $700 and make my own. I chose my least favorite necklace for this initial trial, but now that I am confident, I will paint some big pieces. I used assorted Essie nail polishes to paint each, individual stone, and I think it turned out great!

 The Inspiration: Tom Binns

via Net-A-Porter

 The Before Necklace: clear rhinestones

Halfway done: Polishes were Army green, purple, and 2 shades of brown

The final product! Sorry for the excellent quality photo. My only suggestions for future projects is to use brighter colors!  Keep you eyes peeled for this baby in an outfit post soon.

Happy Weekend!