Monthly Archives: July 2007


“the most memorable style icons were during the bazaar epoque between the years 1958 – 1966.” take it from a lady who gives good vintage – its been in her family since 1972 so when zoe speaks, you’re well advised to listen. nuff’ said. zoe manages golyester, a vintage store on south la brea which clearly takes the cake as heaven on earth for any fashion fan. watch this space for further photographic evidence of such a sentiment over the following week ahead.


twenty-one year old new york-based university students rarely come more comical than ilona, let me tell you. obsessed by the authenticity of her lacoste vintage shades (picked up browsing through markets in istanbul last summer), this one clearly has a savvy-knack for accessorising. check the old-school fendi bag shape by the way, classic!

joy vs mona: the little black dress

meet the ladies of south la brea avenue in los angeles. joy (top) is an official sneaker innuendo working at the cult-trainer emporium named union. mona works next door at stussy and draws quirky illustrations in her spare time. both of them are among the first couple of interesting girls i’ve met in LA so far. expect to see more of them on this blog in the future as the adventure continues…

most interesting mannequin: part one

earlier today i hit the beverly hills area to suss out the merchandising tactics of big-gun department stores and was, well, disappointed to say the least. that was until i entered neiman marcus where their ground floor visual displays made me go gaa-gaa. check out the 30’s anais nin-styled stocking socks – super-chouette!!


a real-life walking, talking, tattooed emily the strange in effect. except her name is diane. and she’s a sales assistant in paris.
ps: that is not her scooter in the background but i would LOVE to see diane decked out in not so much chanel but the lagerfeld gallery line. both herself and caroline lebar (maxi-cool androgynous-looking muse of lagerfeld gallery line) would be perfect together in a photo shoot.

teenage tourist in paris

because nothing says paris on a monday afternoon quite like a teenage tourist sporting a souvenir t-shirt with a plastic bauble necklace. pure class.