Showing posts with label west coast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label west coast. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Cafe Gitane

















Between work, and... laying by the pool... we must admit we've completely neglected our little bloggy. But we've been a little bit inspired to pick it up again, so hopefully we can stick to it and bring some more summer posts soon. Until then, I have a few shots tucked away from New York, so here is a look that Lacsana and I took right before coming back to the west coast for summer. 
On this sweltering day I wore my striped silk L'agence top that I got at Owen, the super cool boutique that happens to be just around the corner from our Jane Street photo location. I paired it with tan leather track shorts, and simple black flats, which were perfect for a day of walking all over the city.

Top: L'agence / Shorts: Joseph / Bag: Botkier / Shoes: H&M / Sunglasses: H&M


Monday, April 22, 2013

Ode to Earth Day


Earth Day can really be any day in Southern California. Foliage is everywhere (usually brown or, rather, "golden"), and landscaped gardens full of greenery are not hard to come by. Dressing in a kaleidoscope of color, texture, and pattern only seem natural in this environment. 


A cobalt blue statement necklace (found at the ever attainable and affordable Anthropologie), with a contrasting black and white cotton jumper by J.Crew, maintains my love of smashing together two unlikely counterparts. 


The skirt, well, really isn't a skirt at all. In fact, it is a strapless dress by BCBG Maxazria Collection. Watching last years Spring 2012 show via youtube induced a color-blocking coma that really hasn't abated. I think it's something I'll be wearing until the day I die. One thing is certain: I'm a freak for pleats. And I paired the entire ensemble with the notorious, tumblr-famous color-blocked Zara heels.


Even though I didn't plant a tree or cultivate any organic produce, I'd say rubbing up against roses and being blinded by sunlight was a small act of appreciating Mother Earth. And it wasn't without casualties  - I regrettably sunk my shoe into a chasm of fertilizer. 



Lizzie Furlong - West Coast



Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Patterns on Patterns on Patterns



I came to the conclusion about two things this week: First, while stripes, gingham and checkers are great, they're even better together. Second, I really need a freaking haircut. 

Now, print mixing, in my opinion, is an art. There are those, like Aimee Song and Chiara Ferragni, who pair Kenzo printed shirts with Clover Canyon, and look effortless. In contrast, however, one need only enter the nearest Wal-Mart right before closing to witness the horrifying effects of matching Tweety-Bird fleece pajama bottoms with a camo-print hunting jacket. 

Now you see my dilemma. How do I look like the former and avoid looking like the latter? 


I think the key here is only using subdued prints. Or, in other cases, pairing a dominant, loud print with a subtle pattern that acts as a neutral. Here, I used my tattered red and slate gingham button-down as a base, and paired my striped J.Crew knitted blazer over top. On a side note, it is very difficult to pull off a blazer on the cliffs of Malibu. Having this light-weight knitted yet structured jacket is a dream considering the warm temperatures and casual setting. 


And why stop the layering at just clothing? With an assortment of my fave necklaces at the moment (I have an obsession with arrows), I was comfortable for a weekend at the Malibu Farmers Market with lunch at Tra di Noi. 


All Wal-Mart jokes aside, I'm not the first to admit mixing prints is hard. But naturally I had to add a printed bag to really complicate things. My mothers very old and well-loved Fendi satchel-turned-clutch did the job perfecly. A little Chelsea boot action and I'd say my tame attempt at print mixing paid off. 


Lizzie Furlong - West Coast



Thursday, March 28, 2013

True Blue


The second I ever saw these pants I recalled the hallowed words of 'Miranda Priestly'.  "What you don't know is that that sweater (In my case raw silk trousers) is not just blue, it's not turquoise. It's not lapis. It's actually cerulean." And cerulean they are. Sort of like all those tumblr pictures one sees when surfing through photos tagged with "summer". But like those pictures, my pants (which are made by Eloise) and the accompanied top mix different tones of blue. 



I feel obligated to add that trousers are my best friend. And not the stiff, no-nonsense versions that pervade through L.L. Bean catalogs. The kind that move with your knees and slip over your skin (that is, if you're freshly shaven.) And lucky for me, this style of pant is very relevant.  Whether it be in a tie print or even a worn white linen, it evokes a miraculous blend of elegance and laziness. And with this cerulean color, I feel like I can cheat and never don another pair of jeans for the rest of my life.


Playing a matching game today, I stayed very blue-neutral and wore a Zara top with a mixture of embroidery, micro-sequins and beads. Its made of a sweatshirt material, so with the aforementioned pants, this might just be the chicest pajama set anyone has ever seen. 


By Lizzie Furlong // West Coast








Sunday, March 17, 2013

Death to the Platform



Like the rumors suggest, the platform has bid its adieu. Gone are the pseudo-stripper/Kim Kardashian foot profiles. We all have permission to roll our eyes at the newest Louboutin designs propped up in our local shoe salons. How passé!

But in all seriousness, let it be known, I never understood this sky-high trend. Sure, a little lift here and there is wholly acceptable (especially for those of us who don't have 5'11 frames and legs like reeds.) But when did the platforms start extending past three quarters of an inch? Does anyone else cringe in horror when they spot a shoe that looks less like footwear and more like the hoof of a pygmy goat? Even when I was brave enough to try them on for myself, I couldn't help feeling like a satyr.

Really, this profile made Christian Louboutin a household name. YSL's Tribtoo shoe, Charlotte Olympia's array of block pumps, even the horrific Jeffrey Campbell Lita bootie all owe their success on the absurdity of walking 4 inches taller than your natural height. I, for one, want to high five myself for resisting the urge to succumb to this concept.

Now, I'm not hopeful enough to believe that they'll be gone for good. But for now I'm celebrating the comeback of the flat sole. Say hello to the days of slim, feminine feet and more natural heights. Less sole means less weight, which amounts to less tripping over curbs (cats out of the bag - we can't all walk like supermodels.) Also, no more walking like an effing show pony. Wether its a rounded toe, pointed toe or even a square one, as long as they're less than an inch from the ground you can rest assured you won't look like a mutant.

¡Vive la flat sole!

Lizzie Furlong - West Coast