I tend to get super nostalgic for the accoutrement of my youth (Feather earrings! Slap bracelets! Hypercolor!), so I was overjoyed to see a few versions of the classic 80s fan earring over at Fred Flare. These things were majorly coveted by my grade-school girlfriends, and only the most fashion-forward among us even dared wear them to class. Of course, back then fashion-forward ... Read More

Though I'm not the biggest fan of cold weather (as I type this, there's an inch of ice smothering every sidewalk in my city), I do have a serious soft spot for tights. Patterns, solids, knits, whatever--as long as they're easy to slip on with my staple black dresses and oxfords, I'm a happy girl. So I'm absolutely loving the stuff over at We Love Colors. Nearly every sort of tight you could ever want, all available in a crazy-go-nuts ... Read More

  So sad, but so true: presumably due to this circular hell of an economic crisis, Built by Wendy, longtime paragon of quirky/classic style, will close both its San Francisco and LA boutiques on December 28th. Which, of course, means wickedly discounted merch for you west coasties, but it's definitely a tears and clenched teeth sort of shopping experience. Fortunately, it appears that BBW's east coast shops will remain unharmed, and ... Read More

You know, it's funny--despite my insane perfectionism when it comes to wrapping gifts, I've never gotten on board with gift tags. Six different kinds of ribbon and real pine branches, sure. But actual tags? Man, by the time I've wrestled with all the silly accoutrements, there's little room for anything but a taped-on wrapping paper scrap, the To and From hastily scribbled in ballpoint pen. It's a bit of a disconnect. So this year, in an ... Read More

  In honor of today's opening of Twilight--and because all this vampire hub-bub is making me majorly nostalgic for the OG vampire craze of my adolescence--here's a little trip down memory lane: Concrete Blonde's Bloodletting (The Vampire Song). This was the undisputed 90s anthem for blood-thirsty, Lestat-obsessed boys and girls everywhere; if Anne Rice was gospel, Bloodletting was the hymn. And seriously...how awesome was Johnette ... Read More