accessaries, clothing, Fashion, literature, movies, shoes

in which we #TBT on Wednesday because we can time travel on this blog

I was going through folders trying to make up my mind what to do for my first 2016 post. Of course I got distracted. I found an old folder of images that I took to go with an Examiner.com post about fashion exhibits. I got drawn in by the sequins and flapper cool of Catherine Martin’s costumes for Gatsby all over again.

So my first post of 2016 is actually a look back.

Remember back in 2013 when Gatsby was the only movie to see? Here in New York, you could not get away from it. Which is not a bad thing, since it’s a Baz Luhrman spectacle, but… it reminds me of something I want to keep in mind this year.

Everybody loves you, until they don’t. Everybody thinks you’re cool, until the next cool thing comes along.

I’m keeping that in mind, not just about my blog or myself, but about what I endorse or chime in on. Am I playing into the game of making women want things they don’t need or am I expressing myself? Am I in it for you guys who read this, or just so I can climb out of (now) semi-poverty? My blog has given much, but can I take that for granted?

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This exhibit was styled mannequins dressed in clothing, shoes, and other accessories seen in the movie.

The shoes are decadent, bejeweled, whimsical, and stunning.

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Gatsby is in itself a look back. A look back at a classic book set in a classic time in history, and fashion. It’s about someone who can’t tear himself away from an old idea of something, and it kills him. Gatsby loved something that could only ever hurt him and make him feel less than perfect. His love is inherently self destructive, and his efforts to achieve success to capture a self-destructive love came to nothing in the end.

I don’t want to be a Gatsby, but I want to be something more than I am right now. I stared blogging because I had lost yet another job and I had nothing to lose. I was just looking for a way to promote my writing and photography. I was just looking for something to do. When I started doing this, I loved fashion the way Gatsby loved Daisy, all starry eyed and thinking it was my one true thing. But, luckily, blogging taught me something really important.

Blogging taught me about myself. It taught me about certain unrealistic tendencies, it taught me about what I would do to survive and blossom. It taught me how to blossom. Blogging gave me the courage to strike out and grow up. Blogging gave me things that I needed for the price of words and photos. More than any moment of me trying to be a writer/photographer, it was blogging that taught me the worth of my talent. I am valuable enough to attract all the things girls need…for free. That is some crazy stuff to think about.

Want lipstick? Here. Shoes? Here. Soap, perfume, clothes, laundry detergent, toothpaste? We’ll send it over. Come to this event, not only will we give you free stuff, but we’ll feed you delicacies and ply you with liquor. You don’t have to do anything but write a few words and post a few photos. That is intoxicating.

Until it stops. What if it stops? Should it stop? Or should I stop it?

That’s where I am right now. I want something, but it’s not the same thing I started out chasing. I’m glad I blog and I’m glad I got stuff (not as much as some, but more than others) because I needed all of it. But what next? And who am I now? Can I outgrow my inner Gatsby tendencies?

Everybody loves you, until they don’t. I feel like the trick is to love yourself enough to know that’s true.

 

xoxo, Faith/SassyEthnicBohemian

 

 

Fashion, shoes, shopping

in which we take a moment to stroll through Bergdorf Goodman after an event and look at shoes

Remember that time we went to Bergdorf’s at the crack of dawn to have breakfast with Artis Fluenta? me, too! After breakfast was over and I was finally really awake, I took a little walk around the most gorgeous department store in New York. bg1

on the lower level there are acres of fragrances like Jo Malone, Chantecaille and Chanel as well as cosmetics from all the chichiest of the chichi brands. This was the second time in life that I’d been in the store, but the last time was a group of scent enthusiasts and I was whisked away before I could really look at anything. this time? I was gonna get an eyeful before I left.

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2nd floor, designer clothes. As I stepped out of the elevator I found myself face-to-face with life-sized manequins wearing Chanel, which was nice. Next was an alcove full of Valentino. Right after that was Gucci ready to wear. Nice.

But then I saw what I really wanted… shoes.

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Sigh… this is the Bergdorf Goodman Shoe Salon. Hello, lover!!

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Do we love these pebbly leather Nicholas Kirkwood slip-on loafers? You know we do. Every color! Wrap and send! I would literally change my shoes every 5 minutes in order to make sure I could look at all he colors and finishes all day. Maybe wear a gold loafer on one foot and a red one on the other, just to do it.

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Oh, those studded Valentino Garavanis!!! I am such a sucker for ankle straps.

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You can totally buy sneakers here. I’m not sure who the little flowers strewn ones are by, but there was a whole display of Chanel sneakers and faux workboots. For when you’re just kickin’ it, in Cannes.

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These would be my everyday show- I would wear them every day until the eventually fell apart and then I would have them fixed and keep wearing them, held together with tape if necessary.

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Gold was strong on the shoe market, with these chunky 90s style boots and this ultra Grandma chic Prada sandal. While it had no gold, the chunky 90s trend held strong in these daisy painted Maison Martin Margiela boots. so old school Drew Barrymore.

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My biggest discovery was this megatrend- espadrilles are the shiznit for rich people this summer. EVERY label seemed to have a pair! Proenza Schouler, Nicholas Kirkwood, Prada, everybody. It was an espadrille bonanza from lacey to funky punk.

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I had to leave at that point, and get some work done but f course I took some snaps on the way out! The perfume sprayers are super aggressive at BG. I guess when you’re asking for hundreds of dollars a bottle you can’t be a wallflower. I was stopped by the Maison Francis Kurkdjian guy, and almost traded my Escada jacket for the fragrance he was letting me sniff.

I got away, but right around the corner were the Roja perfume guys. Danger! Innuendo! Mischief! And those are just the names of the fragrances. You can imagine what they smell like. Swooning and running.

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Funnily enough, there was no one to show me these Diana Vreeland scents. I would have stuck around a few minutes more for that. That’s why people need to get to work on time. I missed out on smelling Perfectly Marvelous.

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I still had my cameraphone on as I ran and took these photos randomly by accident. But, bags though!

Next up: Delivering cookies and looking at people in the street

xoxo, Faith/Sassy Ethnic Bohemian