josephine de la baume is da bomb

Being 5’2 and curvy makes it hard to find a “style icon” with a similar body type…especially since my style role models are the likes of Kate Moss, Erin Wasson and Abbey Lee Kershaw (when your legs are 8 feet long, its hard to look bad in anything!) But what about us short girls? I could always look to the Olsen’s. But alas, they lack my boob-to-thigh ratio. Scarlett Johansson? I’m not that busty. Natalie Portman? I’m not nearly as thin. WHO CAN BE MY STYLE ROLE MODEL? WHO?!?!

And then I found her. A pint-sized beauty (with lovely-lady-lumps) petite-ly perched front row at the Louis Vuitton show wearing a brocade bustier and full skirt. Who was she? I needed to do my research to figure this chick out. Yeah, we have similar body-types. Yeah, she has great style. But what’s her story? And voila. Match made in fashion-icon heaven.

josephine de la baume. 

French model/singer/actress who has recently become the face of Agent Provocateur for Spring/Summer 2011 and is known for oooozing sex appeal. She was named one of Vogue’s “It Girls” in October 2009 and has been spotted with Lou Doillon, Derek Blasberg, Olivier Zahm and Alexa Chung to name a few. Not to mention she is Mark Ronson’s fiancé. (and let me just add how amazing Mark Ronson’s taste in women is-hello! Past gf was Daisy Lowe!)

Now let’s talk her style. Firstly, some of her favorite designers include Givenchy, Rick Owens and YSL (me too! me too!). She’s very feminine-but with a dark side. Not too girly frufru pretty pants. She’s also modest when its necessary but isn’t afraid to break out her sex-bomb attitude…as she stated in an interview with Harper’s Bazaar, “I like to look like a tomboy during the day and then a pin-up girl at night.” GOD she’s ME! But way cooler. And hotter. And with a French accent.

Wanna meet her?? Here are some pics…

And here’s a vid that really captures her french-y-ness. Get ready to see some ass’n’titties folks…well mainly just some ass.

{pictures from Blunt LondonMango, Harper’s Bazaar, and Jalouse}

the lacy days of summer

In contrast to my completely and utterly disgusting obsession with all things leather during the winter…my summer wardrobe obsession is much more girly and feminine: dainty, delicate lace. Firstly, because it would be idiotic to wear tons of leather in 90 degree weather. And secondly, how fucking AWESOME does a tan look peeking through white lace? 70s beach goddess in a doily anyone?! So, to put it simply, summer to me is all about wearing the tiniest lace dress humanly possible so that it practically shows your ass-cheeks (and if you’re lucky, your nips as well) paired with super chunky wooden shoes and maybe a handpicked flower arrangement organized in a circular fashion around one’s head. And there you have it…SUMMER!

Stone Cold Fox really got it right…this summer is allll about the lace.

I would like to give a shout out to Oracle Fox for inspiring this post–this blog has become my summer style daily go-to. Can’t get enough. AMAZEBALLS.

Like I’ve said in past posts, I don’t wear bright colors. I just don’t. Black, white, grey, olive green, uhhh..that’s about it! (minus the Mara Hoffman kaleidoscope dress that I wore last April, but that was a necessary exception due to its amazingness). There is -however- one week out of the year where I put my fashion rules aside (I DO WHAT?!) and wear…hmmm, how should I put this…weird-ass colorful shit. Bright yellow boots, a purple wig, neon green spandex and (if you’re lucky) a fanny-pack…yes, me at my best. AND that special time of year is NOW! I’m not gonna give you any hints but I will inform you that this weekend’s debauchery will be very colorful. Purple, green and gold to be specific…kinda like the Spring/Summer 2011 runway shows…only a little more drunken and fat*


{Proenza Schouler}


{Michael Kors}

{Diane Von Furstenberg}

{Jil Sander}

*Why my weekend will be fat:

1.) I will be eating a lot of amazingly fattening foods

2.) “Gras” means “fat” in French…as in Mardi Gras…which means Fat Tuesday to those of you who aren’t very good at connecting dots. On that note, please do not refer to Mardi Gras as Fat Tuesday.

Usage: I will be very gras this weekend (unlike the above pictured runway models) due to my strict diet of fried oysters, jambalaya, red beans and rice, and frozen daiquiries.

Another note: do not use “gras” in the above manner or you will sound like a complete idiot.

Hope you enjoyed your Mardi Gras lesson!

dream catcher

{mania mania, wildfox, pamela love, fashion toast}

I guess my lack of sleep has sparked my recent dreamy inspirations…ouija boards, witchcraft, prisms, feather-like objects, cool-looking rocks, frizzy haired girls holding sparklers, astrology (oh wait, that’s a permanent obsession) etc. etc. It has also sparked my desire to take a ton of hallucinogens and dance naked at a music festival. I’ll let that one sink in with ya…anywhooo, found this amazing video back in December and thought this was the perfect post to put it with…

the cut

I got my hair cut this weekend à la Abbey Lee Kershaw for Versace SS11. Unlike Miss Abbey, my hair is a boring shade of brown, I am not wearing Versace nor am I surrounded by half naked men

…oh the dull life I live…

p.s. what do you think of the new layout??

hope in southern comfort

I saw a glimpse of hope yesterday. As a stated in my last post, I have lost hope in the male specimen’s ability to dress here at my college in South Carolina (yes, my eyes were forced to adapt from Paris-vision to South Carolina-vision). To help alleviate the pain my eyes must endure at the sight of one-too-many Northface jackets (when boy-shopping instead of paying attention in my micro-economics class), I have been frequenting “cute” places ie. places where borderline gay boys who care about their wardrobe can be found. Ya know, art openings, coffee shops, “that weird bar no one goes to because its too hipster” …those types of  places. One spot in particular really gave me that light at the end of the tunnel feeling (bahaha sorry can’t take myself seriously with that one), a super cute coffee shop called “Hope and Union” …WOAH COINCIDENCE OR WHAT!

My best friend and I spotted a perfectly delectable specimen at the counter. A banana Nutella turnover. We also spotted something more on topic to what I am discussing in this post….a well dressed man! Boy was he delicious. Perfectly tailored, personal details and …bumbumbum…the slightest touch of SOUTHERN. There is still a little bit of southern girl in me – I am from good ol’ New Orleans and I am proud of it- so I love seeing a southern touch in an outfit, done the right way of course. Well, this fella did it right. The statement piece that caught my eye? His shoes. (shoes are a deciding factor for me-take note future flings). I of course questioned him (quizzed him) about his look. Billy Reid…was his answer. My heart stopped! Good ol’ Billy Reid, a Louisiana native. This made my day! But what made my day even more was his next statement. “They were 60% off and then another 40% off, so I had to get them!” (spoken in a completely straight man’s voice). Boy after my own heart. We are now in love. Not. But don’t worry, I will find him. Until then, I will peruse Billy Reid’s SS11 menswear collection which channels New Orleans in the 1920s. Think A Streetcar Named Desire…oh Marlon Brando….

AND the glorious, worn in, work boot that the hottie was sporting…styled his own way. Picture it: unlaced, flaps folded down, cuffed pants and a chic, printed sock peeking out

Back to the Future

WOAH look who’s back! Sorry I was gone for so long. I can’t really believe it myself considering that my blog is my oh-so-stimulating escape into the fashion interwebs…Paris did this to me. Blame Paris. After winning that reality show “Paris Hilton’s My New BFF,” I got sucked into a world of cocaine and sex tapes and couldn’t escape! Let’s be clear here- Paris, France.

I can’t even begin to tell you stories about my Parisian adventures, let alone allow myself to…helllooooo depressed, culture-shocked blogger! So I will instead discuss the future. How fun is that! While in Paris (whoops, I said I wouldn’t do this), I fell in love with the world of Men’s fashion, and yes, French men…but that’s not the  point. I had never noticed how amazing and dynamic Men’s fashion actually is…previously coming from a city filled with polo shirts, khaki pants, visors and beer koozies (coozies??), I thought Men’s fashion was hopeless–with the major accessory being a keg-tap. But in Paris…men, boys, toddlers (you name it!) have a natural sense of style. So VOILA! My new found love of men’s fashion was born.

After picking up an issue of Seventh Man Magazine, working numerous model castings and rehearsals and peering into the windows of the neighboring model agency at my school in Paris (yes, you heard school in Paris was attached to an agency), I saw a glimpse into my future. Men’s modeling management. High fashion men. No, no, no…I’m not in search for my future, perfectly chiseled husband. And no, I will not find you a boyfriend (ok, I could help). And no, I am not planning on being a 40-something cougar with the slogan “I can get you famous if you come back to my hotel room” written across my forehead (even though my friends are convinced this is my destiny)…I am actually serious about this.

I am also serious about my belief that every man should have a “French boy haircut” à la Clément Chabernaud. Very serious.

Hey men! If you’re reading, take a hint from Seventh Man Magazine….and take a peek into my future….

FUN EXTRA! Video by Justin Wu in collaboration with Jak & Jil Blog