the ever inspiring gainsbourgs

paul newman

paul newman? on a scooter? in a white t shirt? yeah. i just died.

some friends and i went to the solange show at brooklyn academy of music the other night. it was a magical time and she looked great and sounds great and was great. she slays the game. hearts forever.

we are huge fans of the gamine editorials in la garconne. their simple color palettes and flawless styling are the things that are dreams are made of. the latest is making our hears patter. well done, guys. well done.

via emeron fry

talitha getty

i have grown up next to some body of water my whole life. when this happens it either goes one of two ways. you either love the beach or loathe the beach. i have grown up not liking hot weather, the beach, beach activities or the sun. but all my friends do. they love it. so every summer, beach activities are planned. while most girls are picking out what bikinis they are going to purchase, i start scoping out the season’s best caftans. mrs. roper and talitha getty are my beach style icons. and though i am not a jewelry wearer i don a caftan, tons of bakelite bracelets and the biggest hat i can find. or a turban. do i look ridiculous? totally. do i care? hell no. summer here i come!

howard jones “things can only get better”

roy orbison “i drove all night”

blood orange “s’cooled”

belinda carlisle “i get weak”

the nonce “mix tapes”

mount kimbie “made to stray”

the knife “a tooth for an eye”

haruomi hosono “sportsmen”

too short “don’t fight the feeling”

jesus and mary chain “cherry came too”

hi loves, it’s been a busy month so posts have been a little thin. we apologize. but here are our current bangers. get in there. we love you,

aiko et maria

killing the game. per the usual. we need. we want. we die. we cry.

via monopolist

red lipstick and a smile make everything all right.

i have extremely mixed feelings about streetstyle photography. on one hand, i love what tommy ton, phil oh, scott shuman, and especially bill cunningham have done. their work is honest and genuine. they were people who weren’t after finding the “it” bag or the “it” girl but were photographing people that they thought were interesting. on the other hand, living in new york and watching every season people that purposely dress (most of the time like idiots) for the sole purpose to end up on a blog makes me kind of sad.

i have the same feelings about runway shows. it used to be about the clothes and just the clothes. but now it’s about who’s in the front row, what stars attended and what they wore to your show. i don’t mean to soapbox but sometimes it all makes me sad for the industry that i used to be so enthusiastic about when i was young. sad sigh…