take me to new york, i'd love to see l.a.

the countdown is on.

only twenty five more days until los angeles.

before i depart, i'll need to purchase some swank luggage. i also wouldn't mind a nars eyeshadow duo in charade (muted mauve & smokey plum) or mediteranee (muted gold shimmer & burnt orange shimmer), tinted moisturizer, an eyebrow waxing appointment (which is actually upcoming in early july), tooth-whitening mouthwash, opi nail lacquer in russian navy, a formal-themed party, tortoiseshell aviators, a chandelier & dirty blonde hair.

& before i go ...

" i wear weird things sometimes. i like to drink coffee. neither of those things have anything to do with who i am. " - mary kate olsen.

zoë.

with fake eyelashes that she flashes.

denim cutoffs: practically the only garment i wear religiously throughout the hazy summer days. although a grungy piece by nature, they've grown undeniably versatile as they can be teamed with anything from filmy tees to structured jackets. ashley olsen and erin wasson are fans of the casual side of the shorts, while the s/s 08 runway at alexander wang demonstrated the more dressed-up version of the staple. fortunately for us common folk, this ideal item is not only achievable with an olsen's budget. due to the roughed up and dirty vibe of the shorts, tailoring and fabric is irrelevant, therefore making the accessibility of the shorts that much easier. though brands like siwy and citizens of humanity do offer amazing options, so does the goodwill. so go ahead rip up your jeans - or your mom's - and enjoy summer as much as you possibly can. it doesn't last long anyways, and who wants to waste the time struggling with clothes ?

x.

jessica

cool beans.

i'm totally psyched because i just recently found a pack of three sheer(ish) vnecks at zellers for around twelve dollars. suck on that, american apparel !

also, i now own a darling pair of gold lamé spandex shorts - which cost me approximately 7,50$ canadian - from ardène, the equivalent of, well, a really trashy accessory store smack down in the middle of an equally trashy mall. you can only imagine ...

which means i'm fully equipped for the upcoming few days of summer.

better believe.

zoë.

line of idle days.

another night out, more memories created. seven summer songs: electric feel by mgmt, caravan girl by goldfrapp, always where i need to be by the kooks, tiny dancer by elton john, summer skin by death cab for cutie, a-punk by vampire weekend, i feel it all by feist; (and let's throw lollipop remix by lil wayne ft kanye west into the mix for kicks).


x.
jessica

darling it's better down where it's wetter, under the sea.

the first few days of summer are always adventurous, to say the least. rife with late night escapades, frigid and damp park benches, bright skies, and leaping about playfully.

x.

jessica

easy living killed the young dudes.

the funny thing about summer is that it's almost as busy as student life itself. what with friendly get-togethers, parties, afternoons on the town and rainy days spent inside watching brilliant comedies such as hot rod, you barely even have time to lay back & relax.

[photos courtesy of icanteachyouhowtodoit.com, which is basically the new cobrasnake]

i'll admit, this is the first time since thursday - the day which concluded 2008's school year - where i've had the least bit of time to even think of posting. and while resortwear is at its peak, and new itgirls are soaking up the sun in the most flattering of styles, i still see no need to write anything fashion-related just yet. it is quite possible that my mind has taken a permanent vacation away from karl, mary kate & the like, but i'm convinced it won't last too long.

in the meantime, i advise you to a) parade around town with your bestest of friends, b) host a party that will be worth remembering & c) cool down by the pool when it's all done. life's short, but summer's even shorter.

zoë.

i've got a home in the salty ocean.

guy of the moment:
pierre casiraghi of monaco.

following up on jessica's alice dellal post, here is a little taste of heaven - in the form of pierre casiraghi of monaco. he is, in fact, the prince that was dating alice not too long ago, but sometimes it doesn't surprise me that he has already moved on to a handful of other gamines. there's nothing i wouldn't do to share this kid's lifestyle - hunting trips with the royal family, getaways on private islands, clubbing through the wee hours of the night at swank ski resorts - as the socially gifted royal who rarely spends the night in. let alone his booked calendar, he also has very pleasing taste in clothes and women alike. his dating repertoire holds the likes of caroline weinberg, olympia scarry, beatrice borromeo, fernanda lessa and a fair share of girls who have gone unnamed, while his closet boasts creamy leather loafers, silk ties, structured sportjackets, distressed denim, and quite the array of oversized sunnies.

i can't quite decide if i admire or envy him. i mean he's classy, posh & very voguish, what with his late-morning yacht outings and spiffy dinner parties, but aside from such exclusive events, i haven't seen him do much of anything that is in the least bit constructive. then again, if it were me, i doubt finding a summer job would be my top priority. pierre casiraghi, you really do have all the luck.

zoë.

california say that you love me.

alice dellal

is spectacular.

as the product of a british millionaire and a brazilian supermodel, she had some pretty big shoes to fill. luckily, she tossed those aside and decided to stomp around in her own doc martens and become her own person.
at first glance, alice doesn't appear to be a typical model or socialite; a punk rock rebel with a penchant for partying would be a more apt description. but she does manage to balance both worlds, as polar opposite as they may be. she does it all nonchalantly: her don't-give-a-fuck attitude is exactly what admirers love about her. with half of her mane buzzed and prickly, and the other side wild and peroxide blonde, dellal is not one to blend in. after all, becoming a faceless hollywood android would be personal sacrilege. she's not only plastered all over the rio and london streets party scene, she's also the face - or rather, body - of the suggestively named 'pussy glamore' lingerie brand, and she was rumored to replace kate moss for agent provocateur. that alone kicks her appeal up a notch or two, wouldn't you agree? burberry, vogue paris, vivienne westwood and house of holland have also snapped her up for their respective ad campaigns, fashion shoots, and runways. a pretty impressive resume for a girl who's not even of legal drinking age in america. naturally, one would assume that living under the harsh luminary limelight would cause some to crack, but not alice. her response to whether she likes the spotlight? "yeah, because when i walk around at night i can see where i'm going, streetlamps not necessary". excellent tongue in cheek, dellal, excellent.

and if all that doesn't make you itch to be in her docs, well, she's also dating a prince ...

x.

jessica

the golden years are under attack.

love her.

i am now craving bleached flares, tstrap wedges, kohl-rimmed peepers, a black cotton bandage skirt and a sheer ankle-length skirt.

once i (finally) get a summer job, i'll indubitably have the ability to purchase said items.

very soon, hopefully.

zoë.