read it.

I got a kick out of this interview with Scott Schuman of the Sartorialist. It's a little bit of photo background, fashion throughs, personal info, and a little T.M.I (aka too much info). But, it's well worth the quick read.

oh baby

There seems to be a rash of pregnancies in the modeling world: Gisele, Karolina Kurkova, and now Jourdan Dunn. It reminds me of when Katie Holmes, The Pitts, that Simpson sister, yea, yea you get my point. It's as if the business of popping out babies (i.e. baby clothes, baby bumps, blah blah) is a trend. Your thoughts?

home sweet home

Back to Sac. I’m going home this weekend, to my childhood home in Sacramento. My mom and I are going to cook for hours, I’m going to go buy Star Wars toys for my nephew (aka my new BFF), and perhaps I will get myself a tan in the 90+ degree sunshine.

Until Monday…

This photo was posted on Jak & Jil today. All I can say is, Work it out Garance, Work It OUT!

small things make all the difference

You ever have a moment where things are made right? As in, everything wasn’t perfect, but then something came along and made it work.

Let me explain. Yesterday was gloomy in San Francisco. No sunshine and no warm wind blowing my hair across my face. It was cold. And well, the office was pretty quiet and cold too. Silence and overcast weather can make the day feel gloomy.

I left my office around 1pm, and walked down the street to the sandwich shop for lunch. I ordered myself a caprese sandwich, waited for it to be prepared, and then took my sandwich back to the office to eat. When I opened my mouth and took my first bite, I tasted to my delight, perhaps the best caprese sandwich I’ve ever had. Heirloom tomatoes, mozzarella cheese, warm banquette… mmm…delicious!

And just like that, my mood switched. My sandwich was good, and for the moment, all was as it should be.

grandmothers know best

I bought a new dress yesterday. It’s a cute little black dress, kind of Jane Birkin-esque. I am not that into jewelry so I didn’t think twice about the accessories. I figured the dress was simple and cute, and that’s all that matters.

Oh how wrong I was….at least according to my grandmother.

I hung the dress in the doorway when I returned from shopping, and about an hour later my grandmother came down the hall inquiring what the dress was for. Work, of course. “But what are you going to wear with it?” she asked. Umm, some shoes, my body?

She walked out of the room, only to return with her arms outstretched, “Here,” she said, “Wear this!” In her hand was a beautiful gold necklace and bracelet.

The point of this story…. Grandmothers know best! I woke up this morning, threw the dress over my head, snapped the gold necklace around my neck, and walked out the door. And in the course of just three hours this morning, the necklace and the dress have landed a great handful of complements.

So thanks Grammer, for making me look good.

my first

Tuesday was my one year Anniversary. My husband and I aren’t into giving gifts; however, I am way into getting flowers are work. My gift from my husband was just that.

And I, my clever, creative self, I made my husband 365 chocolate chip cookies. That’s right, 365 – one for every day we’ve been married.

If you haven’t read all the post on my wedding, the party, or how I got married, feel free to check them out.

b is for boobs.

Continuing from yesterday’ post . . .

You see, the reason I bring up the issue of men wanting bigger breast, and women desiring model like breast (a.k.a no breast at all) is I find myself it quite a position.

I’ve recently put on about 5lbs and it appears the added weight went primarily to one place. I’m trying to embrace my new body part, but there is a part of me that absolutely hates it.

Most of my tops are low cut, and for the most part it never mattered. It wasn’t like I had anything to show anyways. Yet, the other day, sitting in a meeting, I came to the realization that there was something to show for it now. And it appeared others were aware of it too. Talk about embarrassing.

Of course, my husband thinks it’s great. “Keep up the good work,” I can hear him say. But I’m thinking, “How can I cut these babies off?”

Don’t get me wrong here, I have blown open the chest gates. But I have had to leave my A behind for B’s. This brings me to a whole different topic – bras.

an age-old dilemma

Let’s be honest – women dress for women. Men could careless about what color shoes we walk in, or who designs our dresses. And for the most part, this system of dressing works. . . well except when it comes to one particularly body part – boobs.

You see, what us ladies watch on TV and stare at in magazines are tall, skinny, flat-chested women. And what we see is what we want. We want small hips, long legs, and plunging necklines. But then there are men. Men who want hips, an ass, and a rack (if you know what I mean).

Just look at the difference between Vogue and Maxim magazine. Men think Eva Mendes is perfect, while we are busy trying to figure out how to look more like Magdalena Frackowiak.

Not that we have a choice when it comes to breast-size (naturally at least), but still… what is a girl to do?

I’ve got more to say about this topic tomorrow…

vanessa bruno's beauty

Vanessa Bruno is in the process of making a four-minute film with Lou Doillon. The mini-movie is set to release on September 9, but director Stephanie Di Giusto is giving us a sneak preview. The image above and more, are stills released by the director. Honestly, I am not a fan of Lou Doillon; however, from what I see so far, the movie looks to be visually delightful.

final thoughts. . .

I intentionally didn't bring it up. I figured if I started writing about it, I would merely be saying what every other person has already said. "The greatest." "The best performer of our time." "A star." Big statements for a man that died weighing only 112 lbs. But so was Michael Jackson.

I'm not going to go into how big of a fan I was. What I can say for me is that I am certain of two things: I am a dancer and lover of music. And in my experience, I've come to realize your soul and rhythm are one in the same. What makes your heart beat is what moves your feet. If you didn't like Michael's music, you need to have your heart checked.

Like many people I watched the service today. I watched the casket carried in, the songs sang, and little Paris cry. Sad, yes. But perhaps what related the most to me was watching the crowd sing "We Are The World."

Let me explain.

There is something that happens when people die. I've had my dad, my grandfather, my uncle, and my husband's grandmother all die in the last 2 1/2 years. And in each death, I watched a family come together, my community rally to provide support. It is rare. Rare that we take the time to support one another, to help one another. We live in our world, consumed by our needs. And truth be told, in our world we put ourselves first.

Just like my family has come together and my friends have provide me with support, today I saw parts of the world come together to support each other. And perhaps it all came together and made perfect sense to me as everyone (including myself behind my work desk) sang,

"We are the world

We are the children

We are the ones who make a brighter day

So let's start giving..."

slippery slope

Starting a new job is tough. Starting a new job, in a new city, with crazy long hours is super tough. I feel like time has slipped away. And though I am trying, desperately trying, to get my feet on the ground, I am having a bit of a hard time. I am not used to getting up at 6:30 am and getting home at 7:00 pm. My days are shorter, my free time less, and my ability to focus on the things I truly enjoy is dwindling.

I want to catch up on the news. I want to follow-up on fashion. I want to read a book. Play the piano. Garden. But, I am tired when I get home. You know that old, time is slipping away feeling . . . you get my point.

I am going to get some sleep and I promise, by next week I will be back in action and posting stuff you actually want to read.

oh to be here . . .

source: jak & jil

patience pays off

For 5 years I have struggled to come up with a headboard for my bed. Something rustic and french, old and unique - this is what I want to place my pillows up against. I've looked at platform bedframes, brass frames, athropologie headboards, and so on. Idea after idea, and countless hours of researching creative and unique headboards, I have spent years looking and still, my bed sits on the black metal frame I received when I purchased my mattress. Uck, I say, Uck!

Ah ha! But wait. At last, I have found what I have been looking for. I am in love, as in seriously loving the old door used as a headboard. The bedroom in this photo is far too colorful for my taste, but the old wooden door caught my eye. I have seen doors like this in antique stores and loved them; however, I never knew what to do with them. But now, now I have an idea and it's time to go treasure hunting.

In case you're interested, you can learn how to make your own pallet bedframe like the one in the photo here.

blessed balmain

Love the new fall Balmain ads. Love. Love. Love. Now off for the weekend . . .

red. white.& blue.

Thursday is the new Friday, well at least for this week. Independence day is fast approaching, and though I'm not into fireworks or BBQ ribs; I am however, into having Friday off. I'm going to lounge around, give some sunshine-love to my skin, do a little shoe shopping, and then get to work on my Fall Runway Review.

spring 09 review here fall 09 review here

Until Monday . . .

surprise. surprise

Well guess what . . . Paris is the world's most stylish city, according to Forbes magazine that is. Do we need proof? No. Just check out all the images at Garance Dore, and I think that is proof enough.