I'm so excited to start off the week by presenting a $400 giveaway sponsored by Beso! Above are a bunch of "ideas" I created for the winner (and, let's just say, that I wouldn't mind if any of these "ideas" leaped into my own shopping cart). They're also linked below.
To enter the giveaway:
1. Jump over to Beso’s facebook page and 'like' them.
2. Leave a comment below so we can choose someone at random!
*Giveaway is open to US residents, 18 and older. Contest ends 11/3/11 at midnight Pacific time. One entry per person. Good luck!
***Congratulations Jamie of Oh These Foolish Things, you won!***
Ariel Gordon silk curb bracelet ($108); RRL striped watch cap ($85); The Row curved-square sunglasses ($325); Pucci "Wild Winter" scarf ($390); Report Women's Basta Boot ($150); Barbour Flyweight HQ jacket ($399); Alexis Bittar camouflage clutch ($230); Col. Littleton cinch belt ($103); Keihl's Superbly Restorative Dry Oil ($42); RGB "Too Red" nail polish ($14); Eddie Bauer Krebs Recycled Leash ($20).
Photo of Princess Caroline of Monaco by Richard Melloul, 1982.
Alexa Chung for Madewell Fisherman Sweater ($140); Barbour Beadnell Jacket ($369); Dents Driving Gloves ($75); Green Gingham Dog Collar ($32); Wigwam Wool Socks ($15); Aigle Chantebelle Pop Wellies ($149).
Photo of teenagers at a jukebox by H. Armstrong Roberts, 1969.
Whew! It's been a long couple of weeks and I've been listening to same 12 songs over and over and over again. I am so ready to kick back for a few days with some fresh tunes. My friend Zinzi just recommended the Nasty Gal album by Betty Davis (not to be confused with Bette Davis), which I'm about to download. Any one have any other suggestions, new or old?
Photos of Jen in her home by Tomboy Style.
As if Jen already didn't have the coolest tomboy duds, from plaid A.P.C. dresses to vintage fur jackets, to her L.L. Bean Signature duck boots, she also has the coolest house too! Damn you Jen! Today we hung out at her beautiful Spanish Revival and played with her dogs Murray and Chifa, and shot the breeze. When she's not playing tractors with her 2-year-old son, you'll find her representing her blog Disgrasian on a segment of Nightline, weighing-in on the rise in Asian models in fashion.
If not in Los Angeles, I would live in...Point Reyes. I'm a horrible cliche! The city dweller with the country living fantasy despite lacking any discernible country living skills. In that fantasy, I farm oysters in Tomales Bay and make pickled things.
My dream holiday would be to...go on a SpaceX flight whenever they nail down the technology (and I get an unexpected windfall of cash from my oyster and pickle business). My father is a physicist and consulted for NASA; I've always been fascinated by space exploration. And space suits! My dream space suit would look something like those gold ones in Danny Boyle's Sunshine.
My current obsessions are...eating the linguine and clams at Son of a Gun, red snapper sushi with salt and lemon, grits, oysters from Prince Edward Island, drinking root beer floats; listening to (this is kind of embarrassing because it makes me sound 100 years old, but) KUSC Classical Radio while driving—makes me ever so slightly less aggro on the road.
My current fashion obsessions are...Carven dresses and coats, vintage Missoni (after I failed to score anything from the Missoni for Target sale); Pendleton, and the Pendleton-esque Isabel Marant stuff; antique Oaxacan "Frida Kahlo" earrings; Falke Cotton Touch tights in black; The 80's Chloe black lace dress I bought on eBay 10 years ago that I aspire to fit into again. And, weirdly, fleece. Surface to Air made an over-sized fleece peacoat this season that makes the wearer look like a giant teddy bear, and I covet it.
I love to shop at...Sweet William. It's a children's boutique in New York. They carry the cutest children's labels, like ESP no. 1, which makes the perfect slim-yet-slouchy jean. I only wish those jeans came in adult sizes!
I channel my childhood self when I...watch football. I grew up in Texas, and football was king. Whenever I watch football, it's like I'm ten years old again, overly invested in winning, and easily heartbroken.
The fictional character I most relate to is...Hmm. This is a hard one. I guess if you, like me, don't believe the Bible is literally the word of God, and count it more as fiction, then I'd have to say Lot's Wife. She looked back. She wasn't supposed to, but she did. Out of curiosity? Defiance? Regret? All of the above? I relate to the idea of doing something you know you're not supposed to do even though it may have terrible consequences only because, in one tiny moment, you're weak or stupid or you have a mental lapse.
If I had to be outdoors all day I would...be on a beach, combing the sand for shells and rocks. Someone close to me once called it my way of "shopping on the beach." Which is embarrassing but true.
My favorite quality in a man is...a lack of self-consciousness. Not embarrassing easily. Basically the opposite of me.
My favorite quality in a woman is...rage. Not pissy, petty, shapeless rage. But rage that's directed at something fucked up in the world that she wants to change.
I'm terrified of...birds. When I was little, I'd bike to elementary school along this street of nice houses lined with mature trees, and I'd frequently see dead birds on the ground, as though they'd just fallen out of their nests or something. Birds have represented the thin line between life and death ever since.
My dream car is an...F150. But, like, a clean-energy version.
My cocktail of choice is...a Manhattan.
My celebrity crush is...Connie Britton. She played Tami Taylor on Friday Night Lights, and currently she's in American Horror Story. I feel like the adult female population is evenly divided between girls (like me) and women, and Connie Britton is all woman. The way she calls people "hon" makes my knees weak.
My friends and I like to...make pizzas in their pizza ovens. Three close friends of mine have pizza ovens. That seems like a lot, doesn't it?
My beauty product of choice is... Jurlique Herbal Recovery Night Mist. I spray it on after I put on my makeup. When you're in your 30's and live in a desert climate, "dewy" doesn't come naturally.
If I could go back in time for one decade it would be...like, '65-75? Just to see the best rock 'n' roll of our time live. The Beatles, Bowie, Led Zeppelin, The Kinks, Velvet Underground, Bob Dylan.
As a teenager I was totally into...church camp and electronic music. It's hard to explain in a short Q&A, but only in Texas, I tell ya.
I tend to splurge on...sushi and shoes. Impractical bras and bed linens. Jonathan Wright stationery. And hotels! I wish real life came with room service.
Despite the fact that I'm into clothes and pretty things, I'm kind of a dude. I'm into dude things like sports, beer, whiskey, video games and hanging out with other dudes doing dude stuff, so I guess my dude-osity...is what makes me have Tomboy Style.
Photo of Ricky and Ralph Lauren via Green Girl.
"Status fashion isn’t what is in today and out tomorrow…the new status symbols are all about permanence and durability…the world is full of women who aren’t clothes crazy but they are sure as hell interested in style especially their own." —Ralph Lauren
Photos L to R: Actress Madge Evans in 1933 by George Hurrell; SNL cast member Laraine Newman in 1978 by Lynn Goldsmith; Lauren Hutton in 1983 by Neal Preston.
T-shirts evolved from undergarments when miners and dockworkers cut one-piece union suits at the waist in the late 1800s. The shirt really caught on when the United States Navy issued them after the Spanish-American War, and then in the Depression as a cheap means of clothing. But some argue that the T-shirt wasn't actually fashionable until Marlon Brando wore one in the 1951 film A Street Car Names Desire.
In casual Los Angeles, the land of $100 t-shirts, it's quite the uniform. There are so many options from low to high, and I, admittedly have tried most of them. My recent t-shirt obsession though is definitely Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen's line, StyleMint. They're $29.99 a pop and soft as butter. Full disclosure: I am kind of an Olsen stalker; between Elizabeth & James, The Row, and this blog, I don't know where to start.
StyleMint operates as a free membership with access to a new limited edition of tees each month. Oh, and the style quiz on their site is (nerd alert) really fun. They are thrilled to offer Tomboy Style readers a discount too: 10% off if you enter TOMBOY as a promo code. Check it out!
Photos of Cherie Currie performing as the lead singer of The Runaways by Chris Walter, 1976.
I love this snippet from Currie's memoir, Neon Angel:
"Babysitting is what we told our mom whenever we were doing something that we knew she wouldn't approve of. Babysitting was code for going to the nightclubs where we dressed outrageously and danced all night. Babysitting was code for smoking pot and drinking Mickey's Big Mouth beer with the neighborhood kids. On this particular night, babysitting was code for a rock concert. The lie fell easily off my tongue as we pulled open the door and the murky San Fernando Valley air hit our faces, sweet with the scent of juniper and the promise of freedom. I was fifteen years old, and it felt like lying had become almost second nature recently. That sickly feeling I used to get with every half-truth or outright lie was now so mild, it was almost unnoticeable. Anyway, tonight I had bigger things on my mind than the white lies I told my mother to keep her blissfully unaware. Tonight was a special night: it had been marked in my calendar for months. Tonight was my first-ever David Bowie concert, and nothing on this earth was going to stop me from getting there."
When I'm going to meetings I'm usually schlepping a computer, a portfolio, magazines and printouts. Weirdly, there aren't that many modern work bags marketed to women. Is it just me? Do you use a dedicated work bag?
Clockwise from top left: The Classic by Cambridge Satchel Co. ($114); Philanthropist Tote ($296); Filson original briefcase ($210); Peter Jensen "Angela" bag ($640); Leather transport tote ($148); Il Bisonte Urban messenger bag ($334).