This little thrifted dress has seen erratically different looks! It’s been paired with a severe studded blazer, my cropped denim jacket and a vintage braided belt in nudes, pinks and blues, and a navy vest with a big dose of retro. I guess this look is a bit earthier than the others, done but kind of dirty with the tousled waves and stony accessories.

Dress, thrifted
Belt + Bag, vintage
Shoes, Madden Girl
Leather Eagle Cuff, Dollywood
Sunglasses, Kenneth Cole
Jewelry, handmade pieces and assorted trinkets amassed during travels (which are my favorite pieces to collect)

I’d like to introduce you to a brand new blog! Closet Riots is a new body-positive fashion blog/tumblr project from stylist / performer / DJ / promoter, all-around femme fatale Jenna Riot, right out of San Francisco. (Look out, world. We’re taking over.) I already love it and I really think you will, too, so check it out. Add it to your readers, blog rolls and tweet about it to your heart’s content. I’ve been meaning to take the girl out for a drink for weeks and I can feel it in my bones that it will happen soon. If you’re lucky, maybe we’ll document the occasion!

If you’re feeling her steez and think you might enjoy a little more Riot in your life, check out Bad Reputation at the Lex this month! Don’t get any funny feelings, though, folks – she’s definitely taken.

CONFESSION: Today was a day for the bank. I attended a private tasting of Dalmore’s 12, 15, Gran Reserva and King Alexander III single malt scotch whiskys, plus a very special bonus tasting, at the methodically handsome Laszlo in the Mission. The dear Scottish man who led the tasting said that I reminded him of a lovely, elegant Lowlands single malt scotch whisky, when he wasn’t spitting onto the floor at any mention of the French. (You can eventually read more about all that here, at my “other” blog. I don’t want to spoil it.) They were kind enough to let me pop upstairs before and after the tasting to take some super awesome FFAF photos, hurrah. Just a moment ago the UPS guy arrived with a very important package, and I was so excited that M said I made a big old ruckus of “kitten noises,” whatever those are. It contained a new dress (not-so-LBD) and super badass new shoes. I can’t wait to show y’all! M is well enough to drink a bottle of cava with me (finally!) and lasagna is baking in the oven with some fluffy garlic bread in hot pursuit. DREAMY.

SCENT: Tom Ford’s Black Orchid. I must confess something. I broke up with Tom awhile ago, but after reading about his directorial debut starring Colin Firth (and Julianne Moore) in A Single Man, I’ve realized something very, very important: My love for Colin is greater than my hate for Tom. Does that make sense? Of course it does. (He’s Mark-bloody-Darcy, after all.) I digress. Black Orchid is a hot, heady, stunning mess. The jury is out on whether or not that’s a good or bad thing. The opening is almost like scorched black licorice drizzled over jasmine and sundry florals, like in Absinthe or Drambuie. It does kind of smolder, all bared teeth, glossed lips and super dangerous bedroom eyes. This smells like the kind of woman you should stay away from – you know better, of course – but you can’t help yourself. I’m going to have to come back to this, because it’s too complex!

Here are some notes, FYI: Black Truffle, Ylang, Bergamot, Black Currant. Then the black orchid, dark florals, rich fruit, Lotus Wood. At last, there’s Patchouli, Incense, Vetiver and Vanilla Tears, Balsam and Sandalwood.

Watch this and tell me you don’t find it completely gorgeous. Seriously.

And since it was one of the most beautiful stills: