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14 November 2012

If you haven’t tired of me here, and don’t want to miss a thing (bless your kind soul!), then do update your links, your contact info, & all that jazz, s’il vous plait because guess what?

I’ve moved!

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I’ll talk to you all there. Lots of love, gratitude & kisses!


Sexy librarian.

14 November 2012
Sexy librarian.

Sexy librarian. by abitcoquettish featuring cropped tee shirts

Long cardigan

River Island black tube skirt
$32 –

Rupert sanderson


zee shoe shoppe.

27 July 2010

Why hellooo there darlings!

Loads of planning (see posts below if you’re clueless as to what I’m referring to) – but I’m quite excited for what I have in store! This is just a quick update to show that (1) I’m not a neglectful blogger (2) I love you all oh-so-very-much (3) Yes, I’m still alive! and (4) If you follow me on Twitter, you know of my latest obsession: indulging and binging on Sex and the City. It’s absolutely magnificent. Or should I say, “abso-fucking-lutely?”  À la Mr. Big, of course.

My latest endeavors (eee! I’m elated!) require some frugality – thus, I figured I’d sell these two shoes because (a) I no longer wear them/never have worn them (b) I can’t just let pretty shoes gather dust in their boxes! (c) I’m investing this money in setting up my little business endeavor(s).

The set, “Zee Shoppe,” on my Flickr has become my little, well, shoppe. Head over there for the full explanation of the rules, how this is going to work, and more [detailed] photographs.

{TOPSHOP Rue Parisian Nude Ankle Boot.}

Starting Bid | $39.99 (e-mail me at

Buy Now | $124.99

Original Price | $135.00

Shipping | $9.99 (U.S. only, excluding Alaska & Hawaii, sorry!)

For complete rules & details, click *here*

{I-wish-I-were-real-YSL-Tribute Platform Heels.}

Starting Bid | $7.99 (e-mail me at

Shipping | $9.99 (U.S. only, excluding Alaska & Hawaii, sorry!)

For complete rules & details, click *here*

Happy bidding, and good luck loves! (:


La C.

boudoir beauty.

21 July 2010

Daisy Lowe in Louis Vuitton, head to toe.

Her red carpet looks, as of late, have been  t o  d i e  f o r .

She’s reached the ranks of style icon pour moi.


La C.

{image source: t h e f a s h i o n s p o t }

been writing and planning loads.

15 July 2010

Thus the excessive complaints of hand cramps and insomnia (for weeks, now!) on Twitter.

The photo above was taken around 2:39 a.m., via the Macbook webcam in my [completely] dark room. 2:39 a.m. Sporting Revlon’s No. 85 “Minted” varnish with a glitter nail on zee pointer finger. It’s completely tacky, which makes it all the more rad. For two weeks straight I’ve been writing, planning, writing, planning, researching, writing planning… You get the point. I get my most productive and best work done during the wee hours of the morning whilst treating myself to a new manicure. It’s absolutely fantastical.

There’s something about the complete silence, save the consistent tip-tapping of my nails hitting the keyboard and insomniac birds outside, that makes the entire creative process flow. There’s no distraction, just you and yourself. It’s during this time that I’ve written most of my articles both here and for PLASTER. No interruptions. No rush. I love it.

I’ve finally consolidated everything into one journal: a patent, croc-embossed beauty oftentimes used as a prop when I’m not scrawling furiously in its creamy pages. At $8 from TJ Maxx, it’s one of my most precious possessions second to my [new!] Macbook Pro and vintage iPod. I used to write  e v e r y w he r e  : journals for daily diary entries; a notebook for philosophical/political/academic musings, notes, and essays, post-its for favorite quotes, index cards for wishlists, sketchbook for magazine clippings saved for God-knows-what, et cetera. Alas I’ve compiled the fashion and lifestyle related things into this black journal of mine (the rest are organized into a composition notebook). Though the contents are unorganized, it’s soothing to know all my ideas are in one place. Jumbled, but kept safely. In it contains wishlists, ideas, inspiration, future posts, articles, and big plans. B I G  P L A N S . If you follow my Tumblr or Twitter, you’d know already. And get updates.

I’m quite excited.


La C.

P.S.: Oh dear. I somehow ended up rambling. It was supposed to be the shortest update I’ve yet written…

P.P.S.: The rose-gold Laura ring was a gift from designer Lindley Birten of Korcula. I always have it on my middle finger, as it is one of my favorite rings! I was devastated when I lost it, and now that it was recently found (in a pile of clothing…), it’s as if we’ve never parted.

P.P.P.S.: For you curious little non-pareils, the “things” sticking out of the top of my journal would be adorable William Morris Sticky Notes. I have quite the infatuation with Post-it notes of all sorts, and this set from Anthropologie satisfied my hunt for the practical yet aesthetically pleasing.

resort 2011 favorites & reviews, part IV.

14 July 2010

Here I am, rambling away about Resort 2011 collections as Haute Couture shows go on. Fashionably late is how I do, yah know? And though haute couture makes the eyes (and mind!) ogle and boggle, I must prefer [more] wearable fashions. Just an FYI.

Erin Fetherston | I’ll be straightforward: I don’t do cute. I never have – even as a wee wittle tot – and I never will. I suppose it reflected this innate desire to be older (dearest mum and those around me always said I looked, acted, and dressed as if I were at least 20 something!). There are, however, always exceptions to the rule, and Erin Fetherston is (well, she always was) the exception. I’ve always harbored a soft spot for her designs since her collaboration with Target, admiring floaty, girlish dresses perfect for tea parties in all their ethereal prettiness.

A few collections later later, it’s clear she’s grown up. Erin Fetherston still has her original vision, only evolved into something more sophisticated. Resort 2011 was the first collection of hers I not only fell in love with, but could also picture myself wearing wanting every piece. Need I mention that this color palette reflects my wardrobe to a t? Black, white, creamy neutrals, and a touch of coral-y reds for good measure. (Okay. I confess. I don’t wear too much red, but I do on my nails every so often! It’s the color of Aries.)

Gucci | I’ve gotten some heat for this before, but I have and always will continue to maintain that Gucci and its creative directors – Frida Giannini especially – are brilliant. In terms of creative ingenuity Gucci hasn’t produced anything groundbreaking or particularly, “artistic” (read: crazy). Her strengths lie in mastery of understanding what the woman wants, what she needs, what she can wear, and what is timeless. In a sense the Gucci woman is like her DVF counterpart. Both are independent women who embrace their sensuality and femininity. And both creative directors, designers, and brands alike understand the importance of designing for the woman and less for recognition in editorials: in a sense it’s completely selfless. Gucci and DVF are two houses who know what their ideal women want. What they need. What they can wear. Etc. Gucci’s woman just so happens to be sexier, edger, and younger.

I’ll recycle a word, for there are no others to describe it but absolutely brill (hellooo, new favorite word!). Resort 2011 was brilliantly designed and styled. It was ridiculous having to edit down my assortment of saved images pre-collaging – I’d saved nearly every look on unconsciously! I’m well aware that the collection was based upon the four piece ensemble. I’m a massive fan and follower of it for it’s utter simplicity, practicality, and air of polished “put-together-ness” sans effort. Top + slim pant or short + jacket + heels. The possibilities are endless, as proven in this collection. With variations of neutral color palettes, silhouettes, and fabrics, expertly and impeccably styled, it’s impossible to ignore this collection’s marketability. I could go on, raving, but I would lose all ability in making sense. Seriously, though. THOSE SHOES. THOSE JACKETS. THOSE SKINNIES. THOSE SHORTS. If I could own every jacket showcased, I would be a very, very happy lady. Basics never looked sexier.

I suppose it goes without saying that I’m mildly head-over-heels for this Gucci’s Resort. It’s a bit more androgynous than my personal style, admittedly, but no matter. I can easily envision this in the wardrobe of a jet-setting editor or her uniform for casual days. It’s perfect, non?

Vera Wang | I adore and admire Vera Wang’s consistency. Without failing, she delivers her unadulterated vision with signature silhouettes and color palettes indifferent of the season or collection of the present. Oftentimes consistency leads to repetition, but in regards Vera Wang, it’s entirely a positive trait. There’s comfort in being allowed an element of expectation, for never could I tire of her unique aesthetic. It’s inimitable and unfounded elsewhere, those silhouettes, those richly cool shads, those accessories, that vibe. I hear Vera Wang and think not of wedding gowns, but of modern-day goddesses.

As such, I do not – cannot, rather – have a favorite Vera Wang collection. However similar, they are exceptional in their own right. Resort 2011, in all its luxuriousness, was designed for the lavish, artsy woman. Edgy meets avant-garde sophistication with cropped satin harems, open-toed ankle boots (with socks!), pleated, asymmetrical blouses, sequined jackets, straight-line dresses, and an architectural knit bustier with an exposed zipper. The palette is rich, jewel-like, regardless of each shade’s inherent cool tone. These, my dears, are my favorite colors: smoky grays and purples, slate, black, yellow-green, taupes… The icing on the top is the chandelier statement necklace. It’s incredible to see how great of difference it makes in elevating the ensemble to another state of glamour.

The most amazing attribute is and underlying hint of sensuality. Vera Wang’s interpretation of sexy is unconventional (clearly): case in point? Photograph no. 7. A non-form-ftting, pleated satin bustier paired with cropped satin harem pants are not my idea of sexy. In any which way. Yet somehow, with a touch of  Vera Wang’s magic, the model looks sexy. Indcredulous? Yes. Only Vera Wang could do such a thing.


La C.

wanted | black wedges

9 July 2010

{ images via fashiontoast, leflassh }

It’s a long and arduous search for the perfect black wedge. I’ve been on the prowl for years now, searching every shop within a 20 mile radius for the one. Four to five inches, sculptural but not too architectural, sophisticated. (Black goes without saying.) And won’t break my bank account or leave my wallet sallow and unhappy. The latter factor leaves out a good portion of options – alas, Rumi’s to-die-for Gabannas will n’er be mine. Le sigh.

I’ve always been a strictly heels kinda girl, as I used to find wedges unnecessarily chunky and junior-high-ish, but only recently have I noticed the incredible power of the wedge! It’s even more comfortable than heels (I’m hardly being sarcastic when I say that I could walk for 6+ hours straight in heels comfortably, whereas in flat shoes, my knees start to hurt and I get clumsy…). There’s less a possibility of somehow toppling over, or getting a heel stuck in grates or awkward cracks in the sidewalk. The slight chunkiness makes my ridiculously tiny feet seem more normal sized, and its greatest benefit is its tremendous ability to elongate my legs. Say bonjourrr in your most fabulous sing-song voice to tanned legs and short shorts!

And so, the expedition continues as I lust over the highly-coveted suede Dolce & Gabanna and Topshop wedges. Perhaps if my expectations weren’t so high I could have found an adequate pair already. But you know me – I never settle for less.

Which sometimes leaves me stubborn and frustrated. It is what it is.

Suggestions? Hints? Clues on where to continue my search? All are greatly appreciated!


La C.