Let me start this off by saying that I love Selena Gomez like, well, like a love song, you might say. (I'm not sorry for that because A. That's a horribly great song. B. That was funny. To me, at least.) But her new V Magazine cover makes me somewhat uncomfortable. Maybe it's her charming and adorable baby face and the fact that it, and the body connected to it, want nothing more than to be seen as an adult. Or maybe it's because I feel like she's my friend or sister and I feel like I accidentally walked in on her at a bad time. Or maybe it's just all those things. She's adorable and I love her, but I'm so sick of topless shots just because. Save that for the one that loves you like a love song back, Selena. This time, that person's not me.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
The Independent Spirit Awards were today, or as I like to call them "The Pre-Oscar Awards," and I have lots of thoughts about lots of clothes. The awards season is almost over, which gives me the biggest relief, you don't even know. Once this is all over, I think I'm going to pamper myself with a long massage. Seriously, I'm counting down the hours. But for now, I'm smiling and distracting myself with pretty (and not so pretty) gowns. Woo. Hoo.
The fact that, last time I checked, Emmy Rossum (I can't tell you how many times that autocorrected to "Possum." Poor Emmy, life must be rough whilst filing out online forms, etc.) still doesn't use a stylist is beyond me. She knocks it out of the park 99.8% of the time. Nobody's perfect, not even Emmy. But this, this is darling. I want to wear it in a garden while drinking tea and having flowers put in my crown braid... I just painted a very relaxing picture. I want to go to there.
I heart you Cate, I do not heart this. It just falls flat - physically and fashionably. You know what I mean.
This hurts me on a personal level. I love Kristen Bell as if she were my own best friend (In my dreams...) but this is not something I can get behind. I'm sorry. Even the dress seems confused as to what's going on. Such a travesty. (Not really, I just like that word.)
(Images via Zimbio)
This may or may not be the first time I've ever blogged about Maxim, but times have changed and so has Maxim itself. As of September 2014, they have a new editor-in-chief, Kate Lanphear. Formerly of ELLE and T Magazine. While still keeping the same sex appeal Maxim has always had, she's also given it a nice little makeover. Yes, it's subtly been changing since she signed on a few months ago, but I am most proud, that seems like the wrong word, intrigued? by the latest issue. Candice Swanepoel graces their March 2015 issue and it's mesmerizing. Lanphear said of the cover "...But, I think it speaks to our ideas about desire and sexuality, not shying away from that. You don't see almost anything but Candice's gorgeous face and how hypnotic her eyes are. I think that speaks to how surprising and challenging sexiness is." (Refinery29) I could not have said it better myself. That encompasses it in a nutshell. Granted, the rest of the shoot is full of barely there bikinis, nude beach lounging and a few wet white t-shirt shots, but I do appreciate the cover. Plus, it wouldn't be Maxim without a few shots of a gorgeous model and her perfect body. Sigh.
Monday, February 16, 2015
Science was one of my least favorite subjects in school (Right behind Math of course. Because, last time I checked, long division and word problems are SO unhelpful in the real world. Can I get an amen?!) but Rachel Antonoff may have just changed my mind. If only for a split second. Mix science and fashion and it's oddly a perfect pairing. I know. So unexpected, but just so right. She created a science fair for her Fall 2015 Ready-to-Wear presentation and I just absolutely love it. Never did I see myself craving a sweater with my female reproductive organs or full floral jumpsuits, but here we are. Ha ha. Now ignore me as I eagerly await her next collection.
I need that crystal poster to the right. My goodness.
Also, I need this coat. Ignore the fact that it's currently 80+ degrees in Los Angeles, I need all the coats!!!
I haven't been this excited about Vogue in, gosh, I can't even remember how long. But things have changed. This Taylor Swift/Karlie Kloss Vogue cover was rumored for months and has finally become a beautiful reality. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I love Taylor Swift like she was my own sister/best friend/fellow cat lady for life. Or maybe it has to do with the fact that she got a Vogue photoshoot with her best friend. Or maybe it's because Taylor Swift is living my dream and I'm just on the sidelines waiting for her to tap me in. Or maybe it's because my road trips never turn out this picture-esque. (Although, eating Munchies and singing Celiné Dion at the top of your lungs does sound like a perfect Vogue feature.) Or maybe it's all of those things. But either way. I'm kind of obsessed with March's issue. How can you not be?!
This is my dream day. Dancing and baking cookies? YES PLEASE. Sign me up.