On Being a Bad Ass

Mornin' Wednesday. Looking good.

So I stumbled upon this photo shot by Attilo D'Agostino. Not even sure what
mag it's for but I dig it. Note the vintage tee and leather pants. I will
always love that tough, rocker chick look. No matter what. It's simply bad
ass. And that, my friends, is my goal today. To be a bad ass. In the gym. At
work. In the kitchen tonight when I cook some random meal. Doesn't matter
what I do today, I simply hope to do it in a bad ass way. (I can't do the
leather pants though. It's August in Miami. Not gonna happen).

Are you with me? If you are, you should get down with your own bad ass self
today. Can't hurt to channel that notion at some point today. So go forth
and be a bad ass. Today. And maybe every day. That is all.

Cause that's what's up this feisty little Wednesday in the MIA. You don't
need a motorcycle or tight leather pants to be a B.A. You just need to own
your day and channel your will, resolve, and moxie. Oh and the title of the
editorial that this pic was shot for is called "I'm Gonna Try For the
Kingdom If I Can". I think it's worth a shot. XO

Corduroy Boy

Hi, Tuesday...early start to a beautiful day. Hope it's a good one for you.
I'm listening to Sonic Youth and contemplating breakfast. And while I decide
upon that, I'm also contemplating the absolute cuteness that is the Brooks
Brothers corduroy suit.

I like a man in cords. Have always found it adorable and Ivyish and boyish
all at once. This is a cool suit if you've got a laid back gig but still
want to dress up a bit. I would also dig it with a thin, cashmere sweater
underneath and some chukka boots for a bit more urban chic and less Harvard
legacy. And the cut is decidedly modern so you won't feel like your American
History professor. But you will look American classic and cool- the suit is
called "The Fitzgerald" for a reason, si? I like a suit named after a great
American writer. And this one is no exception.

I dig suits that are not so "suity", and this one fits that bill. And I
adore preppy with a twist- this suit can have many lives yet still be
classic. Wear this and perhaps a precious, teddy bear like hug is in your
future, if you're lucky. (Referencing the bear with the Corduroy moniker
here...)

Catch you later peeps. Cause that's what's up this corded Tuesday in the
MIA. XO

Link to suit below:

http://www.brooksbrothers.com/IWCatProductPage.process?Merchant_Id=1&Section
_Id=575&Parent_id=418&Product_Id=1476811

Mavenlove: David Webb

Hi, Monday. Feeling good so far...very chill and nice weekend- haircut,
yoga, cooking. Can't complain, really.

I was paging through Taschen's Ads of the 1980s book and got a real kick out
of looking at the ads of my youth- the toy ads were particularly fun- think
Strawberry Shortcake, Qbert, Barbie. Awesomeness.

One ad really struck me and it was for David Webb jewelry. I remember
looking at this ad (the one with the bracelets) as a young girl in very
colonial Philadelphia and being mesmerized. Although Philly was not
backwards fashion wise, it was definitely way too staid for jewels like
these. These were jewels for countesses, socialites, and maybe Diana Ross. I
would simply stare at these amazing animal themed oddities and fantasize
about holidays in St. Moritz, St. Tropez, or Gstaad with the likes of Nan
Kempner or Mariel Hemingway. So so glamorous and so over the top.

And speaking of glamorous and over the top, I live in Miami- a sort of
Valhalla of such things. When I look at these ads and photos now, I can
easily imagining slipping one of these bracelets or rings on- there is no
such thing as "too much" in Miami, trust me. At first I found this
horrifying, but now I find it kind of fabulous. I would wear these with a
caftan poolside, or with a sexy sheer black tee and jeans and heels, to give
a little glamour to a basic get up. Very chic. That panther ring is beyond
genius. And with a season full of animal prints, these feline touches are a
good way to get a taste for the trend this season. (I would probably
investigate some costume options- these babies are painfully expensive- down
payment on a house expensive in some cases).

C'est tout. I love David Webb and am happy I can imagine wearing these at
this point in my life, no longer the wistful little girl imagining a life of
sun drenched sexiness and style. And that, my kittens, is what's up this overtly
glamorous Monday in the MIA. XO

J'adore Le Pouf

Bonjour Friday. In the nick of time some might say...

And yes, I love a pouf, as noted above. The furniture kind, sillies.

I have always adored an ethnic aesthetic and have been obsessed with
patterned (ikat in particular) as well as fanciful, Moroccan leather poufs
for quite some time. They're a casual way to add a little flair to your
room- if you don't know from a pouf, here's the deal- think part ottoman,
part stool. It's a fabulous concept.

I bought this one from CB2 and it's fair to say I am officially obsessed
with it. Loving the hand knitted thing- very Etsy chic but still quite
modern. It's simply adorable. And at under $100, it's a cost effective way
to spunk up your spot. You should go to there and buy one. Now.

Sure it's a knockoff of Dutch designer Flocks, but theirs were wool and
scads more expensive. DWR is doing a $700 version too, but for $79.95 at
CB2, you can still pay your rent, mortgage, and maybe even see a movie in
between. And there you have it. I give you the crocheted pouf. Adorable,
non? (A lot of French peppering today. I am listening to French femmes on
Accu Radio so feeling in la maniere Francais. Only a month and a half till
Paris- weeeeee).

Much love to you my friends, cause love's what's up this fabulous find of a
Friday. XO

Here's the link to the CB2 site...
http://www.cb2.com/family.aspx?c=595&f=6099&fromLocation=search

Are you there, Alex Wang? It's me, Maven

Like most red blooded American females, I worship at the altar of Zoe,
begrudgingly so but I can¹t help it. Yes she is buh-nanas and overexposed
but I like her style. I really do. Her girls always look beautiful and I dig
her glam rock chick Anita Pallenberg vibe- she owns it. As I downed some
squash soup in front of the tube last night, I watched her dress the usual
suspects for the Globes (Garner, Diaz). My thoughts went to Alexander Wang,
who should have an evening moment. And a great moment it would be.

I¹ve got two fashion devotees in my office lusting after that new slouchy
hobo with the studs on the bottom (I ain't mad at it either), and I find his
tee shirt dresses sexy without being slutty. And they're tough. I like
tough. A lot.

I go for an outfit that looks cool no matter where you are- lunch date,
gallery opening, airport globetrotting. The common thread is infinite
cool/hot/rock chick to the 10th power. Wang's collections are sexy and femme
but you could still kick an ass wearing any of his stuff, and that's what
matters in the end. You simply can¹t defend yourself in De La Renta. I beg
you to try.

I'm thinking he needs to do some one off/bespoke dresses for evening- would
love to see a major couture moment is what for a select group of lucky
ladies who are not so into the fussy thing- you know the type- throw on an
evening gown with a head full of bed and just ALLEZ. I nominate, in no
particular order, the following girls to wear said dresses:

Kristin Stewart
Cameron Diaz
Dree Hemingway
Grace Coddington
Julia Restoin Roitfeld
Angie Jolie
Kristin Cavallari
Jessica Stam
Sienna Miller
Theodora Richards
Leigh Lezark
Kristin McMenamy
Patti Hanson
Ellen Barkin
Betty White (just kidding- sort of)

Done and done. I'm envisioning long and black with some twisted up fabric,
knotted in all the good spots, maybe some satin and some leather or some
thick jersey. Maybe there are some cut outs on the sides. Or ooh- maybe a
tux a la YSL smoking but more Joey Ramone. I die.

If I was going to an awards show, I'd love to rock it OUT in some Wang. If
that didn't work out, there's always Lanvin. Or the great Prabal Gurung, who
is having a severely amazing full on fashion revelation. I just died again.

C'est tout. And that¹s what¹s up this deadly fashion Thursday in the MIA.
Rock and roll will never die. I hope Alex answers my prayers with some
evening wear for the in crowd. XO

Screw spirituality. Let's shop.

Hey, Wednesday...I like the cut of your hump.

So you all must be horribly sick of my pontificating for clean living and
spiritual awakenings. Today I'm bringing it all back to my favorite form of
edification, shopping.

This necklace should do the trick. On Etsy for $75. Very, very Marni inspired
with some kooky 70s art teacher in Berkeley happening in a large, albeit
super chic way. I dig. Go forth and shop. I implore you. I had to put down
my brown rice and come back to reality, so you should too.

http://www.etsy.com/listing/49005837/wood-and-leather-valeria-necklace-in

(Etsy should come with a warning from your bank and your boss: you could do
some serious damage there, with both money and hours spent.)

And that's what's up this shoparific Wednesday in the good old MIA.

Eat.

Pray.

SHOP. XO

On Robert, Patti, Yin and Yang

Oh there you are, Tuesday. Nice to see you again.

As promised, I wanted to post about a great book I read this weekend called
"Just Kids", written by Patti Smith, she of the androgynous arty rocker
thing. The book is all about her friendship with Robert Mapplethorpe, he of
angelic good looks and provocation and shockingly stunning photography.

This book spoke to me louder than most. Needless to say, I couldn't put this
tome down, even though my eyelids were fluttering in the hopes of shutting
them, I simply had to stay awake as I hung on every word. I admit I have
never been a huge fan of Patti Smith's music, though I found her rumpled,
jolie laid boyishness a big style influence. (Look at that portrait of her
in the white shirt shot by Mapplethorpe. Sheer and utter fashion gold).

Though never a huge Patti Smith fan, I have always loved Mapplethorpe's
work, for its sheer ballsiness (sometimes literally) and arresting sexuality
and delicate beauty all at once. Their relationship, as you can imagine, was
"complicated", but they could not have created the work they did without
each other. And the book is set in that magic time in New York of the early
70s, when one could still be a starving artist and actually believe it was
possible to make anything happen, with frequent nights at Max's Kansas City
and a residence at the Chelsea Hotel peppered in for divine inspiration.
It's an amazing journey of friendship and passion and the need for a muse.
Great read on the lives of two great artistic spirits.

I've been doing a bit of spiritual dabbling lately, in the form of a
macrobiotic diet. I decided to do this as I've been feeling out of balance
physically- not just heavy but really sluggish and yuck and have decided I
needed to be more mindful about food. I bring this up not so you can pity me
as I prepare food suited for an episode of "Locked Up Abroad", but to
reference this weekend's read as well. Macrobiotic eating is all about the
yin and yang of things- and Patti and Robert were too. In terms of humanity,
I would say chicks are more yin, while men are typically more yang. (soft
vs. hard, quiet vs. aggressive, etc.) So Patti was yin to Robert's yang-
thus creating a perfect storm of balance in fucked up New York City in the
1970s. And to take it one step further, Patti's androgyny was at once BOTH
yin and yang, and Robert's angelic curls and kindness coupled with some
graphic depictions of sex were both yin and yang too. It felt cool to read
this book as I began to think about balance in general, and what it means.
And if you are someone that creates for a living, you should embrace both
sides of the equation too, or find someone to vibe with who balances you.
That's really what it's all about. I can only recommend this fabulous book
about love, friendship, passion, art, and dedication. It's bittersweet
(Mapplethorpe died of AIDS in 1989 at the age of 43), but a wonderful
glimpse into the lives of two artists who have no choice but to suffer for
who they are and what they need to be. That in itself is very Buddhist,
right? (Or Jewish. For what is life without suffering?)

I just wanted to share with you how much I loved this book- fab read about
two very cool souls. The jury is still out on the diet, though.

And that's what's up this Velvet Underground, Pandora channeled Tuesday in
the MIA. Have a balanced day. XO

Living Passionately

Ooh, Monday. You're feeling promising. But why so cloudy?

Hope you all had a lovely weekend. My husband was out of town, so had a solo
weekend where in between going on a solo movie date, cooking lots of stuff,
and reading a great book (more on that tomorrow), I discovered my new
favorite TV show, "Man Shops Globe".

If you have not seen this show, you should. The series is about Keith
Johnson, the furniture and found objects buyer for Anthropologie, a store
whose clothes I always found a bit too fussy and overpriced for my tastes,
but have always admired the aesthetic of the store itself, as well as the
merchandising. Anyway, Keith has my dream job, and I would venture to guess,
most people's dream job. He trots around the world looking for cool stuff
and gets to buy it ALL- he's kind of a shopper/anthropologist. One minute
he's in Sweden looking for pottery, the next in Mexico looking for Oaxocan
fabric for some fabulous chair. He's a bit like Bourdain, yet less rock and
roll and if Bourdain had an appreciation for bookmaking in Milan. His eye
for cool hunting is beyond- all delivered in a very dead pan, poker faced
way. (It's not cool for fashion types to get all goo goo ga ga. They
generally are restrained in their emotions. Further proof that I should not
work in fashion but simply admire it).

So I'm devouring the show (thank you On Demand), and watching episode after
episode like a fiend. Mr. Johnson looks for handmade, boho stuff that is so
very Anthropologie in feel. He doesn't like stuff that feels machine made or
non handcrafted, but his eye is discerning enough to not go in that local
art show direction, which is part of his incredible forensic sense for that
perfect find. I sat, glued to the sofa, and followed him as he searched for
dinnerware in Greece, searched for items for the store's new London art
gallery, and toured the Alessi factory. What a dream to be exposed to so
much amazing bounty- he's sort of like the chic Sherlock Holmes of shopping.
Lucky bastard. In one episode, he said something that stuck with me and got me thinking,
and it was this: "passionate work gets passionate response".

This is beyond true. When you can talk with passion about the work you do,
or inject some fire into the process of making something, you will see how
people respond. This does not apply to only craftspeople and artists, it
applies to all of us. If you can tell a story with passion about what you're
trying to accomplish, I can guarantee you will get a reaction. Sometimes it
may not be the one you're looking for, but at least you will know what you
say, do, or make creates a pulse in folks. And that goes a long way, whether
making a blanket or discussing today's specials with some hungry patrons.

So whatever it is you do for work or fun or whatever makes your own pulse
bounce like a jumping bean, fill it with passion. I have always been
fascinated by personality traits of successful people, and here's what they
all seem to have- the ability to take risks, the wherewithal to never quit,
and the undying passion for what they're doing. I know sometimes it's hard
to do this at work, but try to remember all those things that got you where
you are today and you will be able to go forward with passion. And if you
can't get excited about what you're doing, simply move on and be passionate
about something else. Because not only will you get a passionate response
from others, you might just get one from yourself. Simple, right?

C'est tout, my kittens. I'm going to bring some passion into what I do
today. And I hope you do too, as that's what's up this emphatic, albeit
gloomy Monday in the MIA. XO

Hair Raising...

Hi, peeps. I know it's Saturday and I usually never post on the weekends,
but came across these hairtastic photos whilst on an early morning internet
bender. Most intriguing so had to share. I am particularly enamored of the
bob...kind of genius. That is all, carry on. XO