This Dolce & Gabbana fur is everything.
Lollapalooza tickets have arrived which means Lollapalooza is right around the corner. This is my fifth year attending the music festival so I’m pretty sure I’ve got the whole system figured out.
☮ Tip #1: Load up on the sunscreen, people! I got crazy burnt my first year, and I’ve never worn anything less than SPF 30 every year after. Also, wear a hat and sunglasses because the sun is really strong until about 7:30pm. Now, I usually get there around 5:30 - 6pm just in time for the evening sets. I don’t need to be there from 11am exhausting myself and getting ugly tan lines I don’t need.
☮ Tip #2: Wear really comfy shoes — sneakers are definitely best. Cut-out boots are your second and last option. Feet get really sweaty and if it rains, everything becomes a mud fest. NO SANDALS! Your feet will be covered in dirt within the first hour.
☮ Tip #3: Setting up meeting places and times with friends is key to any music festival survival. It’s really easy to get lost and cell phones die faster than you think. When in need, visit the Samsung Galaxy Experience!
☮ Tip #4: A sheet is definitely a good thing to bring and it’s easy to fit in your backpack. You’ll be doing a lot of walking around so it’s always nice to have something clean to sit on.
☮ Tip #5: For your favorite acts, make sure to get to the stage super early. If you have VIP passes leave your VIP nest to get the real Lolla experience. The only reason why I would consider buying VIP is for the decent bathrooms and places to cool off.
☮ Tip #6: Don’t wear anything you don’t mind getting really sweaty or spilled on. If you do, chances are you won’t be wearing it again.
☮ Tip #7: If you are hungry, eat a lobster corn dog!!! But you know what’s the biggest thing happening this year when it comes to food? An all-inclusive four-course, family style dinner that includes wine and cocktails. Of course, it’s not cheap, it’s $225, but then again where else would you rather dine at?
Lolla, here we come!
"Black isn’t a color, it’s a way of life" - Anna Dello Russo
The Armani Privé Haute Couture Fall 2014 show was all about black, white, and red. Monochrome is a trend that’s been pushing through since AW14 but a splash, or in some cases, a pouring of scarlet added a dynamic dimension to the collection.
On the runway we saw a flow of classic cut suits, accentuated shoulders, tulip skirts and tailored shorts, with sharp ladylike touches such as red stilettos, leather gloves, veils and frills, with a nod to the 1960s via swing coats and classic capes adding the right amount of feminine elegance.
Sitting front row, Kate Hudson stole the show in a plunging lilac jumpsuit. She looked ridiculously amazing.
Life has a funny way of sending messages about what you should do with your life. For Alice it was a white rabbit who took her to wonderland. For me, most of my lifestyle choices have come from fashion.
Saint Laurent Fall 2013 took me to the grunge scene, smoking a cigarette, all in black, waiting for Courtney Love to step in at any time to tell me to get my shit together. Chanel usually takes me to the closest art gallery and leaves me wanting to burn all my sweatpants. This time Giambattista Valli is telling me to drop everything I’m doing, channel my favorite Old Hollywood movie icon, move to Beverly Hills, become a movie star, marry someone for money never for love, and drink champagne at Joan Collins’s home.
Giambattista Valli Haute Couture Fall 2014 channels an era of elegant, vintage glamour…and I want it all.
Baby, I don’t know
Just why I love you so
Maybe it’s just the way
That God made me this day
Honey, I hear you
And I’m feeling for you
It won’t be too long till
We’re back as one again
Mulberry Fall 2014 Campaign - Cara Delevigne by Tim Walker.
The Mulberry campaign screams me on so many levels. It features short kilts, argyle and Aran-inspired knits, plaid, and cable knit socks. I’ll be going back to preppy this fall.
I’m still not over this. I can’t even. Mexico deserved to win. They played extraordinarily well. Ah, I’m going to miss them.
P.S. Orange is such an ugly color.
Congrats to Mr. & Mrs. Huebl. Olivia Palermo married German boyfriend Johannes Huebl.
Olivia Palermo has the kind of wardrobe that would make Blair Waldorf a little envious which is exactly why it’s unfair for her to have the perfect boyfriend too. They make such a beautiful couple which makes us love her and hate her at the same time. After six years of dating, Johannes proposed to her in St. Bart’s. They got married in a private ceremony in a quiet park tucked away in Bedford, New York.
The bride wore a cream cashmere sweater with scattered ostrich feathers paired with white shorts with a full tulle skirt overlay that cinched at the waist in layers of satin and silk and featured a high slit in the front with floral details along the hem. All three pieces by Carolina Herrera. For her “something blue” she wore blue Manolo Blahniks. Beautiful and unique.
I’m currently obsessed with Mexico.
Once again the World Cup has me glued to the TV. I don’t know what it is about it but you can find me with a cold beer in hand watching the games, the after-shows, and tuning in to Sports Center on ESPN. I know all the stats, the main players (more like, the hot players), and surely I have made bets on who’s going to win. My knowledge extends to the point that I can hold a conversation with a total stranger about the subject and not sound dumb. I’m basically every guys dream.
As I watched Mexico play it’s third match against Croatia I confirmed my love for that country. Sure the Croatian coach was super dreamy but I mean, El Piojo Herrera has my heart:
He’s basically breaking Google. And to think that he’s the worst paid coach in the World Cup, he deserves a raise -
and a nutritionist.
There are no soccer fans like Mexican fans. Whether they started saving since the last World Cup ended or if they put everything they had including their dog as collateral, they somehow managed to gather at least $35,000 dollars to be there, and they sure know how to enjoy themselves and make it be worth it.
What I love is seeing the fans dressed up in all these different costumes. Here is Frida Kahlo:
Here is your typical mariachi riding his pony:
Here is your Aztec/Mayan/Whatever:
Here is your more average fan who doesn’t mind showing off his figure with the tight Mexican shirt:
Their chanting is so loud that even the FIFA had to open an investigation. The word in question: PUTO. This is the word you would beg your Spanish teacher in middle school to teach you. It’s direct meaning means “gay” but it’s not used in that context whatsoever - it’s not making an attack on anyone’s sexual preference as the FIFA wants to make it seem like. I guess you just use it as much as you use “fuck” in America. The FIFA finally had to shut up and give fans a break. Instead of making people stop using it, now it’s even more popular than before: eeeeeeeeeeh putooo
It’s popular at bars/clubs for no apparent reason:
It just makes people happy:
Even Jelavic from Croatia said it to Mexico’s captain Marquez (btw, how cute is Marquez?):
Back at home games are streamed at the office, cantinas are full of fans drinking at 11am because why not, and afterwards they take the streets like maniacs:
Forget Rich Kids of Beverly Hills, Rich Kids of Mexico City have nothing on them - and took the street to prove it. A bunch of rich kids closed down a turning circle with police authorization to drink on the streets, blast music, and just celebrate. Of course, their bodyguards were there too making sure no one with ill intentions would approach them. Invite me to your street party next time.
Apparently, even Mexico’s Uber is festive:
The truth is their goalkeeper is bananas - if Mexico is where it is today, its mostly thanks to him. Also the internet noted that Memo Ochoa is basically Ted Mosby from HIMYM:
But really, have you seen the way his hair moves? If his agent hasn’t booked him a shampoo deal yet, he should get fired.
Tip: straighten your hair next time just to throw off the other team ;)
And well, when it comes to fashion…they’re wearing Ermenegildo Zegna.
AH, I LOVE MEXICO.