Tit Tat Doilies

Mila Kunis in Elie Saab
I refuse to comment in fear that I will sound anything like Giulianna Rancic. Let the dress speak for itself (it says good things).

Don't forget to love before you're gone

The open road, the path of greatness It's at your fingers Go be the one that keeps on fighting Go be the stranger Just put your foot in front' the other Crow like the rooster We are allowed to get us something Free as a danger I say Spill on the streets of stars Ride away Find out what you are Face to face The windows are The perfect picture They're always changin Go on get lost Jump in the waters when they are raging I say Spill on the streets of stars ride away Find out what you are Face to face Once you've had enough Carry on Don't forget to love before you're gone Spill on the streets of stars ride away Find out what you are Face to face Once you've had enough Carry on Don't forget to love before you're gone

At home with a legend

Kate Moss by Juergen Teller/Gloucestershire July 14th 2010
TFS
It is rare for me to find myself so completely enamored with an editorial. Typically, I live for the street style and runway side of fashion. With street style it's all so personal, a look into someone's life and their interpretation of fashion. It is about possessing style more than it is about a big bank account or the season's 'it' piece. Runway is where it all begins, the start of the trickle down effect and therefore can't be ignored (I would never). Pour moi, editorial has always been a creative expression, often verging on art but what it usually lacks is the feeling you get when you see the latest collections and especially the sensation of seeing them interpretted in a whole new way. The feeling of almost being touched by the clothes. Editorials, while beautiful to look at, are a so typically a fantasy. You don't live your life in them (not most of us at least...correct me if I am wrong).
However, this series of photographs by Mr. Teller of Kate "The Great" Moss transcend that too typical feature in that the beauty of the pictures lies in their reality. Whether is is Teller's raw style or the fact that Kate really is that great, the photographs feel as though you are witnessing a deeply personal (and deeply fashionable) moment in time.
P.S. I love that some of the clothes are hers. Love!

Lobster Local Live

Wouldn't it be nice if Sunday morning market strolls could turn into a guerilla fashion shoot? (So nice). All this perfection is exhausting me. Side note: live for that chunky sweater and leopard Mulberry bag.
Rosie Huntington Whiteley
TFS

Models & Mortals

Look at the happy couple. So much for perfection repelling perfection.
Anja Rubik Sasha Knezevic
TFS

Look at us we're beautiful.

I would too.
Jessica Stam and Lily Donaldson
TFS

Monotone Masterpiece

Suited up.
via TFS

"Fuck fashion, let's smoke menthol."-Allison Mosshart

What a woman. The only woman cool enough to push Jack White into the background. The only woman cool enough to make me buy a pair of creepers (Hey! 2009). She single handedly forced me to find a male right hand man (you're no where near as cool as Mr. Hince, sorry).

Now please, enjoy yourself some Satellite.

Huggy Bear Chic

Before I start let me officially decree that I love, love, love the throwback to the 70's (the good part of the 70's that is, no thank you to all things poly-blend)that fashion has been showcasing for a while now. I mean let's face it, fashion is about excess (seen even in the ongoing minimalism trend)and beauty and about feeling good and no era provided a window of time where such a similar mantra reigned true more than the 70's.
With disco, Studio 54, Halston (long live Roy!)and platform shoes, it was all about the party and yes, all about excess. The timeline of fashion runs in a circle not a straight line and therefore the good will always return (keyword: good).

The key, as it is with any "look," is to mix and match. A sort of today with yesterday love child if you will. Note: this works with all things in my opinion. (High meets low, sex meets chastity, classic meets graphic, schizo meets sane...yadda, yadda, etc. etc. blah, blah, blah). Now please enjoy an ode to those who have done it right in a segment entitled: Shit done right!



Now please, while I am very much myself a 'Caution to the wind' style dresser, it needs to be said that this kind of style can go VERY WRONG.
Beware of la grippe that is commonly known as Huggy Bear Syndrome. It's claimed some of the best and let it be known that there is a fine line betwen Shit done right! and La Maladie de Huggy Bear. Beware, my fashion following friends, beware.

And on that note-->AH-Men.
Images: Alexa Chung at New York Fashion week F/W 2011, a runway still from Michael Kors F/W 2011 collection, and Daria Werbowy leoparding about from an unknown date. I know, so official.

Here's to falling.

How late to the scene am I? Or should I say how late am I in rejoining the scene? I am fully aware how little sense the first two statements must make to anyone (this is me being hopeful) who will ever and could ever read this however, I, Marcella Archambault, am currently in a state of such acute restlessness that the only way to recover is (as it was a year and a half ago) to find a creative outlet.
I have always loved and will always love the world of fashion. I know that statement doesn't inspire anyone to care, I mean after all "Who am I?"... (she reflected suddenly whilst gazing out her dirty, foggy 7th story window)but what I love about fashion is not so simple as looking good. In my personal times of need, fashion has served as my nourishment (breakfast, lunch and dinner), my dearest friend, my fun, my Prozac, my source of adventure and even my love affair if I am being completely honest (...and I am. If you can't be completely honest on the internet where any one can see well, then where can you?)
I am not the first and certainly not the last person to feel this way.
Afterall, fashion hasn't merely been utiliatrian since long (LONG)before anyone was there to write about it. (Here's to looking at you ancient Mesopotamia).
Since the ongoings of my hier (here comes more honesty) included writing and recording an R&B slow jam (featuring a rap sequence by yours truly) with my partner in crime aka C-Rain as she has come to be known as in the hip hop community (if you're lost don't feel bad. I'm still not sure what happened)and consuming an unhealthy amount of dulce de leche frozen yogurt (no matter how "low-fat" you claim to be, you certainly aren't doing anything positive for my fashionable hips. No sir.), I've figured that I have nothing to lose in this endeavor.

I am fully aware that "bloggers" these days are a dime a dozen and that I am, as previously noted, late to the game, but even if the only person to ever read this is my grandmother (Hello, Margerie) it won't be for nothing because as I have said; fashion is my food, my happiness, my love and those things, those feelings, those necessities are meant to be shared.
Clothes are meant to be loved and if I do nothing else whilst on this creative endeavor, I will love, love, LOVE fashion (and apparently utilize a lot of parentheses).
Stay tuned my fellow lovers (and Grams), I've only just begun.

Now folks, please enjoy my mini ode to love.
Anna loves her leopard. Big loves his Carrie. Chloe loves their sandy, svelt blondes. And Paul and Linda will always be the epitome of love.
Here's to falling.