tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26929126147880677532024-02-18T19:41:56.602-08:00la boudoirStacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-38045283636085841042011-04-25T21:39:00.000-07:002011-04-25T21:40:48.940-07:00Carolina Herrera and the Symphony<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8ZkcsDacEJa0J3d4vY-K-pFKAeEk2FNNfUiC0HbrPOxemfYveE_Ts4ssELV6j67nB-44QCV7qMXlCZKdYVrZOBPIvgwcyJSdevQkGkJV_D2jhKtMuL59mCrqZwbHLIewidd-iTLJ-B4I/s1600/CH-Cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8ZkcsDacEJa0J3d4vY-K-pFKAeEk2FNNfUiC0HbrPOxemfYveE_Ts4ssELV6j67nB-44QCV7qMXlCZKdYVrZOBPIvgwcyJSdevQkGkJV_D2jhKtMuL59mCrqZwbHLIewidd-iTLJ-B4I/s400/CH-Cover.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>My job comes with some pretty awesome perks, occasionally allowing me the opportunity to take part in some pretty amazing events. Such was the case this past week when I was given the opportunity to attend the Symphony’s benefit fashion show with Carolina Herrera.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">You can read all about the event at <a href="http://www.wwd.com/eyescoop/carolina-herrera-fetes-the-san-francisco-symphony-3589971">Women’s Wear Daily</a>, and check out my slideshow below.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> <object height="300" width="400"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fstacylucier%2Fsets%2F72157626455566801%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fstacylucier%2Fsets%2F72157626455566801%2F&set_id=72157626455566801&jump_to="></param><param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fstacylucier%2Fsets%2F72157626455566801%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fstacylucier%2Fsets%2F72157626455566801%2F&set_id=72157626455566801&jump_to=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object></div>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-58404561434055491342011-04-05T21:18:00.000-07:002011-04-05T21:18:05.655-07:00yes..I am about to ask for a favor...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqW-cXMVPwekANoDv1qoVjlbt7CLDGPcZw_QQJTtrEenYjqnqVRO-39qITRqHDwrlIVml0fABHEEXNnnqn9Qd20rPcTZHQEFIYvnuhTCxwgNW5jJsFm7NeFk6So1mJHSnWPAWF5SpYpDK6/s1600/stacy_lucier_one_final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqW-cXMVPwekANoDv1qoVjlbt7CLDGPcZw_QQJTtrEenYjqnqVRO-39qITRqHDwrlIVml0fABHEEXNnnqn9Qd20rPcTZHQEFIYvnuhTCxwgNW5jJsFm7NeFk6So1mJHSnWPAWF5SpYpDK6/s320/stacy_lucier_one_final.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here comes a shameless, but humble request...</span> <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As you may have noticed by my sporadic blogging, I have taken up a new hobby…<a href="http://www.stacylucierphotography.com/">photography</a>. Working with my lovely little film Pentax, I have slowly but diligently continued to soak up all-thing-photography.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">One of my New Years Resolution's (yes, I do those), was to enter </span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">two photo contests</span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> this year. And to my benefit, Crossroads Trading Company (the fabulous little second-hand store, that stocks my closet), has a contest. And, well I entered. (Slightly scared…opening a hobby to public criticism is a little unsettling, to say the least.)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This is my first pass at digital photography; so needless to say, I could use your help and support, aka I NEED YOUR VOTE. I have entered two photos, so feel free to vote for either, just please vote for me. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">You have to create an account (name, email, and password) to vote.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span><a href="http://crossroadstrading.com/contests/photo-contest/gallery/?v=voting_registration">Register to vote here</a>, vote for me (Stacy Lucier), and the go tell all your friends to vote for me too. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 6.8pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thanks a million, trillion, billion. Seriously, THANK YOU.</span></div>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-23359626008793612632011-03-29T22:13:00.000-07:002011-03-29T22:17:06.468-07:00welcome home<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEGxerhyuHmM7yii7OEr1GISxPcVJ_1XCje4sOmk7EEyD4-mZf7iM0bh26dIJt1qvqrE6FnuEnatDUniK-6tBXWIBnRVlcVMHyQ6gv_xbLbaM0FdDGI44iDE5z6xsOUa0KqPIZVLrhUSK/s1600/apartment_home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEGxerhyuHmM7yii7OEr1GISxPcVJ_1XCje4sOmk7EEyD4-mZf7iM0bh26dIJt1qvqrE6FnuEnatDUniK-6tBXWIBnRVlcVMHyQ6gv_xbLbaM0FdDGI44iDE5z6xsOUa0KqPIZVLrhUSK/s640/apartment_home.jpg" width="411" /></a></div>Yesterday, while San Francisco was sunny, I was stuck inside, a forced house-arrest in some regards. My roof and bathroom were being ripped apart—a long story which involves a leaky roof, a moldy bathroom, and a long list of other issues. However, I used my time trapped in the living room to try out a new 18mm lens. <br />
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My husband and I are collectors. He has his records, and I have my magazines, and clothes, and shoes, and... I've collected magazines for years, and although I do have issue after issue of <em>Another Magazine</em>, <em>Lula</em>, <em>Vogue</em>, <em>Elle Decor</em>, <em>Noise</em>, and <em>Nylon</em>, I have to say I am most proud of my <em>French Vogue</em> and <em>Elle UK</em> collections. They are a testament to the fact that I have gone to the magazine store at least once a month for the last 6 years. Dedication. Truly dedication. (<em>Note to memory here: I did live in Sacramento for a while...imagine trying to find any thing French there, let alone a magazine</em>.)<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aside from our collections, I love that most things in my apartment were given to me from my family. The bronze elephants and apples are unique, as they were my mothers and grandfathers. Constant good reminders. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>All homes are a work in progress, but I think my husband, nacho dog, and I are off to a good start.Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-21290174776990966122011-03-24T15:08:00.000-07:002011-03-24T15:10:18.340-07:00photography, my love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnBpICm2mY3IYqmd8G03sjFXJsLN8H8lc7xsatNNDqe0T9MzojUTPdr9n0E3DxzkHZkTpQKqW25jeenMuTIjWuGAKtfRa21E0pdWjTdUa3NFAuyAxQDMnje-Au1lMsSe8or9QlLunydy-/s1600/stacy_lucier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnBpICm2mY3IYqmd8G03sjFXJsLN8H8lc7xsatNNDqe0T9MzojUTPdr9n0E3DxzkHZkTpQKqW25jeenMuTIjWuGAKtfRa21E0pdWjTdUa3NFAuyAxQDMnje-Au1lMsSe8or9QlLunydy-/s320/stacy_lucier.jpg" width="216" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.stacylucierphotography.com/">Stacy Lucier Photography</a></div><br />
I finally completed <a href="http://www.stacylucierphotography.com/">my photography website</a>. Of course, all things are a work in progress, as I hope to add many, many more images in the coming months. <br />
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At this point photography is a hobby, not a job, as I am still growing and learning. That being said, I’d love to do more and take more photos. So if you’ve got something interesting going on, let me know at laboudoirblog (at) gmail.com. I’d love to be there to capture it all.Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-8317981322591128992011-02-09T11:29:00.000-08:002011-02-09T11:29:56.155-08:00Emmanuelle Alt's Alternative Direction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgxptPsBAjkkB-MuFuh_B3Annndeb1wbo4A2fuZKmtMSLJhRJD1rWkFWfZ1YZwBjzmhopXtJWlbKLgNEFkevMrZYN7l2qxIoWcR7I2iF0d_R3SLSIdUK7DyO49C9VG9P5KNR2SMAMME7_/s1600/emmanuelle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgxptPsBAjkkB-MuFuh_B3Annndeb1wbo4A2fuZKmtMSLJhRJD1rWkFWfZ1YZwBjzmhopXtJWlbKLgNEFkevMrZYN7l2qxIoWcR7I2iF0d_R3SLSIdUK7DyO49C9VG9P5KNR2SMAMME7_/s320/emmanuelle.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><br />
If you haven’t noticed, I’m slightly elated at Emmanuelle Alt becoming Editor-in-Chief of Vogue Paris. We all love Carine, but Alt’s personal style, a refined rock & roll girl she is, and her very distinct stylistic tastes, places Alt on the top of my list of fashion women.<br />
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With Carine Roitfeld stepping down, many of us are eager to see and hear about Alt’s direction for the magazine. Her first issue will be in April, but from a recent interview with Mark Holgate, it sounds like any changes will be slight and slow.<br />
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I recommend reading the <a href="http://www.vogue.com/vogue-daily/article/emmanuelle-alt-editor-of-vogue-paris-on-daria-werbowy-celebrity-covers-and-new-designers/">full article</a>.Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-40579555270558194702011-01-27T22:09:00.000-08:002011-01-27T22:13:16.112-08:00Emmanuelle Alt: Dreams, Rock & Roll, and TopshopNewly appointed <i>Vogue Paris</i> editor Emmanuelle Alt had her first official-non-official interview with Hilary Alexander following the Chanel show yesterday. Watch:<br />
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<div></div>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-53081057238377226092011-01-24T19:03:00.000-08:002011-01-24T19:07:07.717-08:00in the beginning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTS195EzxRjN8U3Qi_XNleB4bEZsC-x2uDNicBcN_ndAUlosuBFknkOgixh3kY9-OyjNU9atMyE0sbM69T4SKJCYgYkhGl0yC5szLuLCCNXlyi2GmRW29lFaeCA72JWfgVoQzyflBV5rkN/s1600/bill_cunningham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTS195EzxRjN8U3Qi_XNleB4bEZsC-x2uDNicBcN_ndAUlosuBFknkOgixh3kY9-OyjNU9atMyE0sbM69T4SKJCYgYkhGl0yC5szLuLCCNXlyi2GmRW29lFaeCA72JWfgVoQzyflBV5rkN/s400/bill_cunningham.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>Before there was <a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/">The Sartorialist</a>, <a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/">Jak & Jil</a>, <a href="http://www.facehunter.blogspot.com/">Face Hunter</a>, and <a href="http://www.21arrondissement.com/">21 Arrondissement</a>, there was Bill Cunningham. The father of street fashion photography, who still shoots film (be still my heart), is a long time fashion photographer for The New York Times, and is credited with moving street photography to the forefront. <br />
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So <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/03/16/090316fa_fact_collins?currentPage=all">read</a> all about him, <a href="http://zeitgeistfilms.com/billcunninghamnewyork/playdates.html">watch</a> the film, and get dressed just in case you catch Mr. Cunningham on the street. <br />
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<em>Photo: The Sartorialist</em>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-21915497805350719122011-01-07T10:21:00.000-08:002011-01-07T10:22:44.848-08:00well deserved<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRKJvWrZwDwG4idgncxh-ZKEIwFDuTbeidf8dowCMr6mrHoiB8hGV3UnJNpedkfdVhIjQPaADJvuenbqAMC-Uos_DPCiTmmuXGSw76CoJ8dMUFt2-nrJAg-clJyDZH-zyXKTjTNS8NnuZ/s1600/emmanuelle_alt_1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtRKJvWrZwDwG4idgncxh-ZKEIwFDuTbeidf8dowCMr6mrHoiB8hGV3UnJNpedkfdVhIjQPaADJvuenbqAMC-Uos_DPCiTmmuXGSw76CoJ8dMUFt2-nrJAg-clJyDZH-zyXKTjTNS8NnuZ/s400/emmanuelle_alt_1-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Emmanuelle Alt named Editor-in-Chief for French <em>Vogue</em>. </span><a href="http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2011/01/emmanuelle_alt_named_editor_of.html"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Read more.</span></a> </div>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-4527227477967714112011-01-03T21:26:00.000-08:002011-01-04T23:04:43.653-08:00a new year, a new (or at least improved) you (and me)<center><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEsJcJnfBkuVMQ9VpjYBss7fYNpq8m6Kb4kne8seXVgkgqpISmGNVFOHaA17E2VYa2W2IjIbUFxJ0U2Dh5_olrWX7SaNNGz4sgFWmtFbvEvXh3DUkR4P7u_JkJ-e2b6cclzEELEGlSIb9/s1600/mario_testino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFEsJcJnfBkuVMQ9VpjYBss7fYNpq8m6Kb4kne8seXVgkgqpISmGNVFOHaA17E2VYa2W2IjIbUFxJ0U2Dh5_olrWX7SaNNGz4sgFWmtFbvEvXh3DUkR4P7u_JkJ-e2b6cclzEELEGlSIb9/s400/mario_testino.jpg" width="400" /></a></center><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">Two weeks ago I hopped into a cab and headed toward the doctor’s office*. The cabbie was uncommonly conversational, as he was rambling on about resolutions for the new year. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">“What are your resolutions?” he said. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">I paused, and said, “I guess I haven’t really thought about it.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">“Well you should think about it,” he replied. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">Umm, alright dad, I thought to myself as I internally rolled my eyes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">“Do you know your life’s goal?” the cabbie followed-up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">What? My life goals? I thought I was paying for a cab ride, not a counseling session about my future. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">With nothing to say, the cab driver looked in the rear view mirror and said, “Well you should think about it. You can’t get anywhere without knowing where you’re going.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">So I’ve been thinking about it. A lot actually. I’m a list-maker by nature, so I spent the following days writing out everything I’ve accomplished in the last decade, reflecting on where I’ve come from, where I am, and where I want to be (the ever moving target, sigh).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">I could write for days about the always present “life” question, but I’ll get to the point. Not every year has stand-out accomplishments. Sometimes the accomplishment is merely standing still, growing through circumstances, rather than changing the circumstances. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">This has certainly been the case for me this past year. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And though I cannot say the past year was the best ever, I can say I have learned a lot more about myself, my character, my needs, my wants, and what I want my future to be. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By standing still in my circumstances, my foundation and understanding of myself has grown stronger. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">Knowing what I know now, I am left feeling optimistic. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This next year has much potential. New friends, new hobbies like cooking, new obsessions like my camera, and more importantly a better understanding of me. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">Any year that starts off as 1/1/11 is bound to be lucky, right? Happy New Year.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif";">* long story—I had a nasty stomach infection, but nothing antibiotics couldn’t fix.</span></div>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-39246401912391873202010-12-02T10:52:00.000-08:002010-12-02T10:52:22.623-08:00the comeback kid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSWDMYIB5uqHlZTwHOscRLjElpr7l0z73JumADh-Eh9Rx0qp7rR5RY4j2DxRXRe4-sVLO4jieRsQWE0aqB4ciKN3pUZT1LyJSYPikf7RZ8x8ie16ou_kOTrTjD7uA6jftrKPTq4fP5Pny/s1600/TOM-FORD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSWDMYIB5uqHlZTwHOscRLjElpr7l0z73JumADh-Eh9Rx0qp7rR5RY4j2DxRXRe4-sVLO4jieRsQWE0aqB4ciKN3pUZT1LyJSYPikf7RZ8x8ie16ou_kOTrTjD7uA6jftrKPTq4fP5Pny/s320/TOM-FORD.jpg" width="232" /></a></div>Tom Ford knows how to do business. He’s the master of mystery, the savant of sexy, and quite frankly the most formidable force in fashion in the last 20 years. Ford’s return to womenswear this past September, after a six year hiatuses, was the hottest and hardest to get ticket in town. The ubber-exclusive show allowed no photos, had only one photographer (Terry Richardson), and provided no public information on the highly anticipated collection until this past month. <br />
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The collection rides the wave of current 70’s fever—sequins, wide-legged pants, feathers, and one fresh afro. “The seventies is what I love.” said Ford in the December issue of <em>Vogue</em>, “Soft, touchable beauty is what I love. I want to be touching the skin; I prefer no bra—I want to be able to slip in my hand.” <br />
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Having all things within his control, Ford has timed the release of information to a “T”. <br />
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Ford took over the November issue of <a href="http://www.vogue.fr/decembre-2010-00"><em>Paris Vogue</em></a>. See spread after spread of the designer’s photography and collection. <br />
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Images of the Ford’s fabulous fashion show, featuring Beyoncé, Julianne Moore, and Lauren Hutton are being released in the December issue of <a href="http://www.harpersbazaar.co.uk/fashion/fashion-specials/tom-ford-is-back?ignoreCache=true&click=pp"><em>Harper’s Bazaar U.K</em>.</a><br />
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There is also a fabulous interview with Mr. Ford in the December issue of <a href="http://www.vogue.com/magazine/article/tom-ford-returns/"><em>Vogue</em></a>.Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-12010513330005590282010-11-30T06:00:00.000-08:002010-11-30T06:00:13.003-08:00island vacation<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbl0MoT1Ec2yS7IwbsH9seE7_orTMim2gLbNfl2VlsggyW8VTLqwXtMQw2KwyZwady1P1z9MFlyj2dIePbGkj5K7rKKliPGxx6oL_qiSA_-jxmXOer9GIjDyCNzcCSpxgkADIxpbDDc88/s1600/rich_famous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbl0MoT1Ec2yS7IwbsH9seE7_orTMim2gLbNfl2VlsggyW8VTLqwXtMQw2KwyZwady1P1z9MFlyj2dIePbGkj5K7rKKliPGxx6oL_qiSA_-jxmXOer9GIjDyCNzcCSpxgkADIxpbDDc88/s400/rich_famous.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My husband and I were in Hawaii about two weeks ago. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcytPkYwp-yDEwqduq9k0nQxE6YXD8RwXBEbzNuLWjkrWGx1Qg604fxr_FZtfZCieLC63-QuRJkicZ_wV1X0rk1kClIshrZiEsrLRUx0uIIXZd3OCbynAkS3V6r8Zs936uE7Y3_aF5YS-/s1600/jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcytPkYwp-yDEwqduq9k0nQxE6YXD8RwXBEbzNuLWjkrWGx1Qg604fxr_FZtfZCieLC63-QuRJkicZ_wV1X0rk1kClIshrZiEsrLRUx0uIIXZd3OCbynAkS3V6r8Zs936uE7Y3_aF5YS-/s400/jesus.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A much needed vacation, which involved catching up on sleep, fish tacos, afternoon guava mimosas, lots of photo-taking (<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stacylucier/sets/72157625325345371/">see more photos here</a>), and...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDnPSF60-GtZJnCKVMIiJcefO4kGLQxcLO_r3BWoPiIy7OFbFyniLiZHqIYC7MujvV4_xXDAC8f4TY1HCDt_MwV1p5PdChgCgP8Ds9tnEreZlQKyKznhsAHtxqpyw28bcnWDzq78qQbYz/s1600/tj_beach.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYDnPSF60-GtZJnCKVMIiJcefO4kGLQxcLO_r3BWoPiIy7OFbFyniLiZHqIYC7MujvV4_xXDAC8f4TY1HCDt_MwV1p5PdChgCgP8Ds9tnEreZlQKyKznhsAHtxqpyw28bcnWDzq78qQbYz/s400/tj_beach.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">the beach, of course!</div>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-51817450531188741672010-11-29T11:52:00.000-08:002010-11-29T11:52:14.823-08:00calendar girl part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7T3jIeMB0NlnZrEfr6YfNdNRudLJxWzTlOWm_gVOy6Evv2aStnVRaxu5V2WARLmkKo2j9Rs6Oq_0ZPoI2ovYwpqJjMCbNJBZ1ibvLsolYYpuoQBsWJucP5hNKp13Glbr-DL3M_YbO9k-/s1600/daria_frenchvogue2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7T3jIeMB0NlnZrEfr6YfNdNRudLJxWzTlOWm_gVOy6Evv2aStnVRaxu5V2WARLmkKo2j9Rs6Oq_0ZPoI2ovYwpqJjMCbNJBZ1ibvLsolYYpuoQBsWJucP5hNKp13Glbr-DL3M_YbO9k-/s320/daria_frenchvogue2011.jpg" width="237" /></a></div>The French <em>Vogue</em> 2011 calendar, in its entirety, is out. The calendar was shot by Mikael Jansson, and unlike past years, Daria Werbowy is the main attraction, gracing every page while wearing next to nothing. <em></em><br />
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<a href="http://www.fashionologie.com/Full-Vogue-Paris-2011-Calendar-Featuring-Daria-Werbowy-NSFW-12307506?page=0,0,4#11"><em>See the entire calendar at Fashionologie</em></a>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-40832571900846470292010-11-26T20:48:00.000-08:002010-11-26T20:48:18.858-08:00calendar girl<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUQ0ZJbWDLVUuURYaFnlKd8Gsbf1HDmqJCjoyTFoPpRicG5ZZgheTE1yUkgauaJ67v-IEeqm1DnTqEJOuZ48kYVoi5j-4HqRWk0fsK5RkaoCnggOQjHTRWgW-GWZVWonTh1zBps5qxhMX/s1600/frenchvogue_calendar2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUQ0ZJbWDLVUuURYaFnlKd8Gsbf1HDmqJCjoyTFoPpRicG5ZZgheTE1yUkgauaJ67v-IEeqm1DnTqEJOuZ48kYVoi5j-4HqRWk0fsK5RkaoCnggOQjHTRWgW-GWZVWonTh1zBps5qxhMX/s400/frenchvogue_calendar2011.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Daria Werbowy snagged the cover of French Vogue's 2011 calendar. The highly desired calendar comes with the December/January issue, and is expected to hit French newsstands November 30 (which means December 15 for the US).</div>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-7845347479042531652010-10-19T15:48:00.000-07:002010-10-19T15:48:00.384-07:00want it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtubdIpVYn6JEhjyuMlN45aTwxFItmMPlWw-oJ0NzWZNSd0wupVF4ZSJ_Ep7kJ47pABAcMVm6b20s9OPkMAq11nEwgmVTR-U3GWCXigqaDOylDAm9G_pBxqRYPVsh6R1fPDIe2jADXh3P/s1600/jcrew_collections.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBtubdIpVYn6JEhjyuMlN45aTwxFItmMPlWw-oJ0NzWZNSd0wupVF4ZSJ_Ep7kJ47pABAcMVm6b20s9OPkMAq11nEwgmVTR-U3GWCXigqaDOylDAm9G_pBxqRYPVsh6R1fPDIe2jADXh3P/s400/jcrew_collections.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><a href="http://www.jcrew.com/womens_feature/jcrewcollection.jsp">J.Crew’s collection lookbook</a> kills me. Seriously. I think I may just have to purchase a pair of leather pants. Umm, and this jacket too.Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-9549879180798933312010-10-18T07:30:00.000-07:002010-10-18T19:43:34.286-07:00life lesson 201<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXlbvEWDx0WO75R3Zdh4ZWHSyoraBn_KjW6SsoRqo7U841puGfjKmJNeiFUqCShv3kpNBo8AZL2YzloY2MDKUTL_ktlRvzEwF5papdmLm1CUewrHTcnbN7p0TAQZEJo6SAqmfrmPC0nq1/s1600/stella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXlbvEWDx0WO75R3Zdh4ZWHSyoraBn_KjW6SsoRqo7U841puGfjKmJNeiFUqCShv3kpNBo8AZL2YzloY2MDKUTL_ktlRvzEwF5papdmLm1CUewrHTcnbN7p0TAQZEJo6SAqmfrmPC0nq1/s400/stella.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
About 4 months ago I was having “the worst day ever!” As in, work wasn’t working so great, husband was cranky, and I was down-right tired of it all. I need a serious girl day. More than a mani-pedi. More than a massage. Something REAL serious. A trip to the lingerie store. <br />
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There’s a <a href="http://www.allaprimalingerie.com/">beautiful boutique</a> two blocks from my house. The Eres window displays are enough to make any man or woman want what’s in the window. I walked in to the little bra and panty boutique, not knowing what to expect.* I pushed open the white-washed wooden doors to a room full of Eres, Chanetelle, La Perla, Stella McCartney, silk, satin, and lace, all delicately draped on wooden hangers. It only took a matter of seconds before my inner-woman came alive. I walked in a girl, walked out a lady. And my wallet was $350 thinner.<em> I know, I know, serious shopping therapy</em>. <br />
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Point being – once you go there, there’s no turning back. The best part about luxury lingerie is it’s sexy for you and no one else. You’re the only one who knows what you’re wearing underneath your skirt, and unless you walk around the office half dressed, you are the only one that will take satisfaction in what hiding beneath your clothes. It’s an ultimate self-indulgence -- satisfying to you, and only you. Life lesson learned.<br />
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<em>And that’s why I just had to go back and get this super cute </em><a href="http://www.stellamccartney.com/int/en/lingerie/"><em>Stella McCartney set</em></a><em>! </em><br />
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<em>*For my entire life I have shopped department stores from my body basics. It’s just a bra right?!?</em>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-46481635394736695092010-10-07T07:25:00.000-07:002010-10-07T07:25:00.280-07:00spring thinking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuhyphenhyphenw58onrSZbLy05qpE7_zm-L9UyaNz_qv8nXZQF2yvifaTya1B4up8bptUeSLIwU6n6ktUmfWg9Gm8sF7acjWMAINvP7hbXL-Dqz0pb7FTU1JKH0NgOAkZzZb_Zj4lbSsSJUp2Ohqrp/s1600/chloe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuhyphenhyphenw58onrSZbLy05qpE7_zm-L9UyaNz_qv8nXZQF2yvifaTya1B4up8bptUeSLIwU6n6ktUmfWg9Gm8sF7acjWMAINvP7hbXL-Dqz0pb7FTU1JKH0NgOAkZzZb_Zj4lbSsSJUp2Ohqrp/s400/chloe.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The marathon month, a.k.a fashion month is winding down. After scrolling through rolls of fashion film and photos, from New York to London, Milan to Paris, I’ve narrowed the biggest and boldest spring/summer hits down to these:</div><ol><li><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/slideshow/S2011RTW-CKLEIN?event=show2182&designer=design_house16&trend=&iphoto=33#slide=33">White</a>. It’s the new camel. </div></li>
<li><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/slideshow/S2011RTW-IMARANT?event=show2182&designer=design_house1294&trend=&iphoto=3#slide=3">The 70’s</a>. Think <em>Three’s Company</em>, Jane Fonda, and trousers with lots of flare.</div></li>
<li><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/slideshow/S2011RTW-PUCCI?event=show2182&designer=design_house30&trend=&iphoto=22#slide=22">Sheer</a>.<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_701898440"></span><span id="goog_701898441"></span> It’s a sure thing.</div></li>
<li><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/complete/slideshow/S2011RTW-CKLEIN?event=show2182&designer=design_house16&trend=&iphoto=33#slide=33">Clean slate</a>. Minimal dressing translates to mega sexy.</div></li>
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In the midst of our conversation about primetime shows like <em>Weeds</em>, <em>Eastbound & Down</em>, and the HBO network all together, my boss said she loves to watch reruns of <em>Sex and the City</em>. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not surprising, lots of ladies love it, right?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Time out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Time for a confession -- I have never seen <em>Sex and the City</em>. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What! What? I know, I know, me, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">this</i> girl has never seen an episode. Not the movie. Maybe a commercial. That’s it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My co-workers disbelief was followed-up by a quick list of reason why I would totally, 100% love it. “Girls, clothes, and sex. What’s not to love?” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Wait,” another boss spoke up, “well, I mean they do have sex with their bras on.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hold on. Stop here. I couldn’t help myself, but seriously, who has sex with their bra on? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The only reasons to have sex with your bra on are the following:</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s the “ first time” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(we all know how <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that can be),</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You truly believe your bra is more attractive than your breast (like the $350 <a href="http://www.eresparis.com/">Eres</a> bra in the boutique around the corner from my house, now that is beauty),</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">3.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You decided to get down to business, and left the top half untouched (if you know what I mean),</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 11pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">4.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Or, you’re in the midst of some mad, passionate, heat-of-the-moment, Michael Douglas meets Sharon Stone in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Basic Instinct</i> moment (but wait, even he managed to get her bra off)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I mean seriously, bra’s are like god punishment to women. Metal rods, tight straps, oh my. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you managed to get the top off, I would think the bra would come with it. But what do I know. I live in San Francisco, and this is sex, and “The” city. Maybe they do it differently in New York.</span></div>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-32682378704605814222010-10-05T20:12:00.000-07:002010-10-05T20:13:38.642-07:00day dreaming<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0RjtdjlixZPeV9hHjS5EnBBYdLJf04zFbYtzw7PkTSzfhe3mW57RND-4zyOIJOxpgAPfDNEDnmC189vog9iVnRaByEUH5qwsY1_3G0xVHlwioQge6LB5QIyr1a9n0bVj-q9vUnhW3GiC/s1600/bastille_day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0RjtdjlixZPeV9hHjS5EnBBYdLJf04zFbYtzw7PkTSzfhe3mW57RND-4zyOIJOxpgAPfDNEDnmC189vog9iVnRaByEUH5qwsY1_3G0xVHlwioQge6LB5QIyr1a9n0bVj-q9vUnhW3GiC/s320/bastille_day.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Missing Paris today...</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRcnkVHsiu5_qJVl-maINlLzKGASyaDJIKRA67TY1FhFWlwrwupvjZLG6Fg2FMQj_eBkVpP454Yc8Okqgu3gMEL873QvRE5gdp6M7Cz2iFaEpzt-8YJhehMqMnS_m-XX83rwuiPzptWTh/s1600/notre_dame.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmRcnkVHsiu5_qJVl-maINlLzKGASyaDJIKRA67TY1FhFWlwrwupvjZLG6Fg2FMQj_eBkVpP454Yc8Okqgu3gMEL873QvRE5gdp6M7Cz2iFaEpzt-8YJhehMqMnS_m-XX83rwuiPzptWTh/s320/notre_dame.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;"> and almost every day for that matter.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeguKaAgSgWTddSE5uDWebhnrU_GxK76pN5pfOXYTvSQhbOUdcw00QIofCbbqpH3Y0j-Nss1rTWOfsCfn2gItFOS3VYfTjCSfxJJr8gHZ5oLjM6dxl9sarMtSpEt7LOYVg5dFPRIUYNNO0/s1600/stacy_park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeguKaAgSgWTddSE5uDWebhnrU_GxK76pN5pfOXYTvSQhbOUdcw00QIofCbbqpH3Y0j-Nss1rTWOfsCfn2gItFOS3VYfTjCSfxJJr8gHZ5oLjM6dxl9sarMtSpEt7LOYVg5dFPRIUYNNO0/s320/stacy_park.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So I figured I'd share some photos from our most recent visit. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">See all the rest <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stacylucier/sets/72157624466415461/">here</a>.</span></div>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-16164446897788385502010-09-22T04:00:00.000-07:002010-09-22T04:00:02.912-07:00it ain't easy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivp_ZY9bzzmcawARqvzSD-u3BRdxQ_cwJobrqw1rA0ef5zj-C-hnFpP82g9ZjypMaShUuewL4vlbCfkXxfWDHtCQq9vSUCTkewLlbzOes3PXzclYys9Nbp6eRu2K6oZfdYxUtjo-Hr7cup/s1600/sleep.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519592640828163298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivp_ZY9bzzmcawARqvzSD-u3BRdxQ_cwJobrqw1rA0ef5zj-C-hnFpP82g9ZjypMaShUuewL4vlbCfkXxfWDHtCQq9vSUCTkewLlbzOes3PXzclYys9Nbp6eRu2K6oZfdYxUtjo-Hr7cup/s400/sleep.jpg" /></a>Keeping up, that is. Okay, so seriously, between work, a husband, a dog that doesn’t stop barking, the need to eat, the gym that I never actually make it to, and more work. I've got a stack of magazine 3 months back, untouched. Ahhhhhhh. Where is all the time for the fun stuff?<br /><br />I’ve come to the realization that all I do is work, and the rest of the time I’m just tired from working.<br /><br />Man, oh man, I need a vacation. A drink. A massage. Or maybe just the ability to sleep for more that 5 hours. Oh yes, sleeeeeppppp.....Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-20761133542602993892010-09-13T21:43:00.000-07:002010-09-13T22:07:46.713-07:00Theyskens’ Theory<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8GucAW7rcA5FlutDF6o20zCgjx87BmWS_kC64oMHRtrcLH4Sdgl4SZJWQpF0HxsLqaFHEVq_O3xfwbF_FxMlN7e5MGY9ZtcWuaf6IS2zD161SgQATL6UhjX6lJpm-YSPOe0yt1lJF4vH/s1600/theory.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516629851427396882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8GucAW7rcA5FlutDF6o20zCgjx87BmWS_kC64oMHRtrcLH4Sdgl4SZJWQpF0HxsLqaFHEVq_O3xfwbF_FxMlN7e5MGY9ZtcWuaf6IS2zD161SgQATL6UhjX6lJpm-YSPOe0yt1lJF4vH/s400/theory.JPG" /></a>If you know anything about me, you know I love Theory. So you can understand my joy when Olivier Theyskens, who previously held stints at Rochas and Nina Ricci, agreed to design a capsule collection for the brand. Over the past week, there have been <a href="http://www.vogue.com/vogue-daily/article/introducing-olivier-theyskens-for-theory-a-first-look-at-the-new-line/#/gallery/olivier-theyskens-for-theory/1">sneak peeks </a>at the collection. But today the waiting was over, as Olivier Theyskens debuted <em>Theyskens’ Theory</em>, his collections of 80 looks, on the rooftop of Theory’s Meatpacking District office.<br /><br />Leather jacket, suit seperates, silk dresses, silver-painted jeans, and shoes! Seriously,<a href="http://www.fashionologie.com/Photos-Olivier-Theyskenss-Collection-Theory-Theyskens-Theory-10972938"> see for yourself</a>.Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-91022666804502970272010-09-02T07:00:00.000-07:002010-09-02T07:00:01.056-07:00heritage<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4x7NVNDVTa1Q7ysoYaOyVHluFEbKYnGQADHC0gMUsjhzoKpaMgGgIsWGcmeweJkoV3eiKEexG8pxzNC3Uq-WlPZCECUYWgI85R5wl9zcLVoPQtbZTajgbmSZjSKqlj0f-IBbFcE9jQwcK/s1600/comfort.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512000020864502882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4x7NVNDVTa1Q7ysoYaOyVHluFEbKYnGQADHC0gMUsjhzoKpaMgGgIsWGcmeweJkoV3eiKEexG8pxzNC3Uq-WlPZCECUYWgI85R5wl9zcLVoPQtbZTajgbmSZjSKqlj0f-IBbFcE9jQwcK/s400/comfort.jpg" border="0" /></a>As a little girl growing up I’d lie in my bed, wide awake, staring at the glow in the dark stars scattered across the ceiling. Just 3 steps away, across the dark brown hall way, I could hear the shower water run. My mom was a night-time bather.<br /><br />After 20 minutes, when the hot water would start to run cold, my mom would step out of the shower to finish getting dressed. It was only a matter of minutes before the soft scent of Estee Lauder Youth Due dusting powder would tip-toe across the hall, dancing into my room. I’d take a deep breath. Comfort was in the air.<br />______<br /><br />Unlike my mother, my grandmother didn’t shower, she bathed in a bath. Around 2:30am, while lying awake on the hard twin mattress across from my sister, I would hear the bath water run in the baby blue bathroom, right next door. The water so hot, within second the air would thicken and the temperature rise.<br /><br />She’d lie in scolding hot bath until her tired, sore muscles were melted into submission. Once finished, I would hear the water being sucked down the slots of the silver drain, and in the same moment, I could smell the soft scent of Estee Lauder Youth Due dusting powder, ever so softly walking its way down the hall, and into my room. Deep breath. The smell of comfort.<br />______<br /><br />My alarm goes off every morning at 7:45am. Leaving my husband tightly tucked beneath the blankets, I rise to the sound of jack hammers and drills from the construction worker next door. I hear the busy people, frantic in their cars, honking their horn before the street light even turns green. Ahh, morning.<br /><br />As I fight for hot water with the neighbor showering down stairs, the construction workers yells, “Jack, Jack, get the hell down here. Jesus, man, what the hell are you doing!?!” Ahh yes, morning.<br /><br />And after I lose the battle and the hot water is gone, I step out of the shower, cold, tired, and somewhat shocked by the abrupt aggression that has verbally filled the air. I take two steps toward the door, reach for a teal box set atop the shelf, flip open the lid, pull out the duster, and breathe deep. Comfort.Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-84280949905097574092010-09-01T06:00:00.000-07:002010-09-01T10:36:08.761-07:00all scents are not created equal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgno_dX_nohAzMnf5y9mtcbh7g3UkRDwL3f5buFjEpWiybfSJPH0nbrHmILaYg_GxxhlICfrmUrJaA-EIBErfqAV-_3gPUbZKw9gZAQzupjZMfc5Sn-7zWQJEnW-n2Qe9n52hSUOPw6Mu8n/s1600/chanel_perfume.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511814903816062130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgno_dX_nohAzMnf5y9mtcbh7g3UkRDwL3f5buFjEpWiybfSJPH0nbrHmILaYg_GxxhlICfrmUrJaA-EIBErfqAV-_3gPUbZKw9gZAQzupjZMfc5Sn-7zWQJEnW-n2Qe9n52hSUOPw6Mu8n/s400/chanel_perfume.jpg" /></a><br />Growing up I remember jumping up onto the front seat of the car and shutting the door as we headed off to Sunday morning service. Within a matter of seconds after pulling the heavy minivan door shut, a thick layer of my mother’s <em>Ciara</em> perfume crept across the steering wheel, meeting me square in the face. The overwhelming scent was suffocating. Blocking my airways and giving me a massive headache. Rapidly rolling the window down, I’d stick my head out the window, searching for the scent of fresh air. Every Sunday I’m sure the man mowing the lawn around the corner saw me, similar to a dog, sniffing for air.<br /><br />My mom wasn’t the only person who had an overwhelming love for her perfume. I’m pretty sure she learned from her mother. You don’t know what <em>Interlude</em> really smells like until you’re trapped, driving at 30 miles an hour down the freeway, windows rolled up, on the hour ride from San Jose to Tracey.<br /><br />And still, there were the girls that start wearing make-up at 14, hung a mirror in their locker, always have a can of Aquanet hairspray handy, and freshened-up with Bath and Body Works fruit body splash right before they'd slide into their seat in biology class. These are the same ladies that grew up, and freshened-up with frequent sprays of Pink by Victoria Secret before their communications course in college. The scent sticks with them -- that misty, musky, funky smell. (My husband is standing over me saying, “stripper, it smells like stripper.” I’m not going to ask how he knows what a stripper smells like.) Enough said.<br /><br />Needless to say, I was never going to wear perfume. I hated it. Note here the word "hated", as in past tense.<br /><br />Recently my grandmother handed me a small bottle of <em>Balenciaga Eau de Parfum</em>. Of course, she wears <em>Interlude</em>, so she had no use for it. I figured is sounded cool, <em>I mean it was Balenciaga</em> <em>right</em>, so I would give it a try. I started with a dab on my wrist, and within days I was wearing it on my neck. Not bad I thought; after a few days I was getting used to the smell. It was good, but not perfect. With the possibility of a tolerable, perhaps pleasurable perfume out there, the quest was on. I did some research, a quick 1-2-3 tutorial on what makes perfume, well perfume. No matter what I read, what I kept coming back to was Chanel.<br /><br />This is getting long, so I’ll get to the point. . . I love Chanel No. 5. No, it’s not a hip Marc Jacobs <em>Daisy</em>, it’s not a Gwyneth Paltrow frolicking with flowers and baby lambs in <em>Pleasure</em>, and it’s certainly not sexy Scarlett Johansson <em>The One</em> by Dolce and Gabbana. It’s better.<br /><br />Chanel No. 5 subtle, sophisticated, refined -- just like a lady should be. Perhaps a little old for a 26 year-old, but certainly something every woman can grow into. It’s not what you wear, but how you wear it, right? Perhaps the age-old saying applies to scents, just as much as it applies skirts, scarves, and so forth.Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-63005779024892882572010-08-26T08:00:00.000-07:002010-08-26T15:27:56.900-07:00show and tell<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKg2iRkGAtUavo625l3kNNujkUcE3ycGURB3HW1dqWJQEzhgCxI9Y1eX2B1iboioP6lj83KhrW7yzyF7qouZ5i3K8vvvnh_1hOSoMOayUAsx85dmXvE3VqjKdEHTR9fRRRl4adq8zdq3s/s1600/katemoss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509848508127239154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKg2iRkGAtUavo625l3kNNujkUcE3ycGURB3HW1dqWJQEzhgCxI9Y1eX2B1iboioP6lj83KhrW7yzyF7qouZ5i3K8vvvnh_1hOSoMOayUAsx85dmXvE3VqjKdEHTR9fRRRl4adq8zdq3s/s400/katemoss.jpg" border="0" /></a>I’m sure you read Garance’s blog post a back in May, regarding her stellar opportunity to shot along side Peter Lindbergh. The pair headed out to St. Barth’s to shoot the David Yurman Fall 2010 campaign. My understanding is the Lindbergh shot the ads, while Dore shot the behind the scenes images seen <a href="http://www.garancedore.fr/en/2010/05/27/le-paradis/">here.</a><br /><br />Just a little show-and-tell here. A couple of new images have surfaces, along side the only ad release to-date below.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6GKGIrHoX1ryIwaodFYmpT-Iqj7uxGts1YRDute5pHf8JC7QAp4EAVVPuskm5pArbDmGTURF1i1HefkEt0g9HM6PaXxqBGT8M86oCgbb-H3gJi7vcL5lrQL1Vyrj_dj7y6zGfMvx_3az/s1600/katemoss_ad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509848513665749922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6GKGIrHoX1ryIwaodFYmpT-Iqj7uxGts1YRDute5pHf8JC7QAp4EAVVPuskm5pArbDmGTURF1i1HefkEt0g9HM6PaXxqBGT8M86oCgbb-H3gJi7vcL5lrQL1Vyrj_dj7y6zGfMvx_3az/s400/katemoss_ad.jpg" border="0" /></a>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-65193273364722005032010-08-25T23:12:00.000-07:002010-08-25T23:15:56.653-07:00film n fashion<p><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oG-nnDlnWrA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oG-nnDlnWrA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /></p><p>There are a variety of excellent examples of fashion and film melding together to make perfection. All I have to say is Audrey Hepburn or <em>The Single Man</em>, and you understand. I mean, did you see the clothes in <em>The Devil Wears Prada</em>? I know, I was jealous too.<br /><br />Martin Scorcese’s recently made another addition to the fashion-film family with his commercial for Chanel's new Men's fragrance Bleu de Chanel. Sadly, I can’t say I’m a fan. I mean, the Rolling Stones' "She Said Yeah” doesn’t exactly screen Coco to me.<br /></p><p>But then again, what the hell do I know. I’m a girl and Audrey Tautou in Chanel No. 5 just makes more sense to me.<br /></p>Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692912614788067753.post-67370106504674818412010-08-17T20:29:00.000-07:002010-08-17T20:38:30.794-07:00disappearing act<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506587234093330194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstfdRQeqz6or7TfHs9e1tqzsolgnNzBAKfyLnIARJG7AsSZtZwPK9DJWXFocygWHh3ZJ5zTdWaY5simFlH6QRNpog30vCLaqIZEMusK1FgdTTznb9sb352fXKZb5FG9fJO1-u_xmVyUOE/s400/prozenaschouler.jpg" />Don't get me wrong, I love a good ad campaign. Yes, yes, I can get swept away by skinny models looking super cool, in their designer clothes and crazy hair. However, when my fashion fantasy is interrupted by an emaciated model, who looks more like an alien that a woman…well, perhaps the ad has failed.<br /><br />I mean seriously, where did her waist go?Stacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14828461965186000009noreply@blogger.com5