tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88897856020528924812012-01-28T13:16:26.656-05:00fashion meditations and obsessionsdreamechohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15007230675813294550noreply@blogger.comBlogger2411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889785602052892481.post-30576503574719633422010-06-24T20:40:00.001-04:002010-06-24T21:19:19.067-04:00

Pour Porter's diminutive size is deceiving. The opposite of a smorgasbord, this nascent webshop offers a distinctively daring selection of clothing, accessories and shoes. Since sale season is on in full force, I've taken the opportunity to pick up one of Elsinore Smidth-Carabetta's wool necklaces. (I got the one above.) Although I was initially attracted to the colors and textures, what

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You know I love me some colorful prints—all the more so when they're jumbled together. Hence, Boxing Kitten's Resort 2010 presentation (via Click/Clash) featured as a major bright point on my radar last month. Self-taught designer Maya Lake unites precise, lady-like silhouettes with exuberant African wax block print fabrics, resulting in a collection of demure yet fresh pieces. Thankfully for

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After an oh-too-long hiatus, one of my favorite vintage eBay destinations has re-emerged and transformed into a fully fledged webstore! The Olive Shoppe, originally based in California, has gone nomadic and set up business in Beijing. In addition to her signature pyrotechnic styling and top notch vintage goodies, owner and operator Elaine has added a tightly edited selection of avant garde and

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Wow! Out of 75 entries, my spotty duds have been selected as one of four finalists in The Glamourai's polka dot outfit contest. The winner gets a $150 gift certificate to shop at Kelly's webshop. If you think I deserve to win, please cast your vote for me in the comments here, by tomorrow, Friday at 12 noon EST. I'm kind of late on posting on this, but thanks to all who have voted for me thus

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Eons ago, I went balls to the wall with my penchant for limiting ensembles to a single print—stripes, fauna, space-dye and plaid all got their moment in the spotlight. It's only now, though, that I have enough polka dotted pieces to round out a full look, and yet I've been mildly resisting a full-on explosion of globes. I think it's because I viewed the act as one of being stuck in a rut, the

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It's taken me a while to observe this, but when I take photos on my deck, I'm less inclined to pose dramatically. The photos tend to come out looking goofy and sad otherwise, and the environs are not conducive to the necessarily fantasy-esque aspects of modeling theatrics. In a fit of rebellion during the past winter (hence the sparse branches), I decided to make do with what I had and flexed

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This work ensemble hails from just last month. (I'm catching up to realtime ever, ever so slowly.) The skirt was purchased circa 1998, for performing with my school's concert band. With the current, interminable 90s and accompanying maxi skirt revivals, I felt it was an appropriate moment to pull this piece out from the dreamecho wardrobe archivesOver the past few years, a number of readers

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Speaking of wanting sneakers that work well in the cooler months.... Why, hey—it's a fall '09 outfit!I worked that in pretty smoothly...eh?*crickets*Outfit: Vintage boys sweatshirt, AA jean skirt, drugstore tights (navy, not black!), Jeffrey Campbell oxfords, F21 necklace, Gap belt.

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As I was flicking through the latest Anthropologie catalog, I came across an artful jumble of canvas kicks. I'm sure you can picture it: Staged just so, so as to give off the look that a small flock of carefree indie girls had returned to their summer beach house and ever so casually kicked off their shoes as they dreamily ambled towards shabby chic couches upon which they would drape their

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Hiking in Maine. Nowhere near as treacherous as it looks.Apparently, once one stops blogging, starting up again is quite the task. To clarify, I haven't been interning in NYC all this time. When I first got back, I was immensely busy playing catch up at work and with slumber. This doesn't account for the entirety of my absence, though. I've also spent much time reading books, watching movies

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Once again, I've dropped the blogging ball—but not without good reason! I've taken some time off of my normal gig and routine to head to the Big Apple for fashion week. As it is, I'm already in the trenches interning for Generra. With Christina and Swaim Hutson (of the shuttered Obedient Sons and Daughters) now at its creative helm, the former eighties cult and relauched noughties nondescript

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It's been jeansjeansjeans around the clock since winter traipsed in, but these lilac tights, a gift from We Love Colors (thanks, Heather!), were worth getting gussied up for. Ever since I got into snazzy legwear, WLC's microfiber tights have been my go-to for opaque, rainbow-saturated, sturdy tights. I ain't kidding here—I think I have them in 15 different colors?In other personal disclosures,

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Playing outfit catch up, per usual. Conserving words as well. But for what it's worth, a story about the tweed jacket: It's by Trovata, and I found it at the Barneys outlet store a year ago in Hawaii. 'Twas a bizarre unearthing to say the least; certainly, they do sell a modicum of cold weather gear in the islands, but it's no oasis of wool and down. The people there, uh, generally aren't in

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In an attempt to a) share some of my non-fashion activities with all y'all and b) indulge in my list-making tendencies, I've decided to start a brand spanking new, quasi-regular series called Extracurricular Activities. It's kind of like nogoodforme's "Snapshot: Listening, Watching, Reading, Wearing, Wanting," except that it won't have Listening (because my musical life is fairly static in

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For literally two years, I'd been on the prowl for some sturdy browline glasses, à la Malcolm X. My first pair, a cheapie costume iteration off of eBay, rocked but were only for show. I needed some spectacles that were well-made enough to handle prescription lenses. Vintage eyewear shops seemed the logical solution but yielded nada. Moscot's Yukiel, meanwhile, appeared promising but was

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Martini took these shots of me last July, when there was actually still a bit of a chill in the air. Needless to say, this transitioned into a good fall outfit as well. Those of you in Beantown may recognize the building painting behind me—it's by the American Apparel in Harvard Square. And, if you're wondering what that mini-portrait is doing to the right, it's because I can't bring myself to

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I like my Chucks classic, be them in white, black, navy or red. Preferably with smudges of grime and a few, hard-earned rips in the canvas, mind you. Bubble gum pink and graphic Cons, on the other hand, rub me the wrong way; they seem to go against the whole self-contradicting traditionalist/rebel image, which is the very thing the brand prides itself on. But, to each her own.Vena Cava's newly

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I'm not much in the mood for fancy talk, so I'll just shoot straight: No, I haven't cut my hair. These photos were taken in Spring 2008, before I had embarked on the path to bang-less-ness. I was planning on using these photos in a second homemade editorial, but the other outfits never quite came together the way I had hoped they would. So, I decided it was time to stop sitting on these

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I dropped by Luna Boston the other night to browse the goods and carry on a rather foghorn-esque conversation with Joe F. (We both had colds, but I'm positive I was the more congested, incomprehensible of the two.) Coughing fits, however can't keep a girl from catching a case of the ME WANTs, and that's just what happened when I spotted the Botkier Orion—a crossbody purse of hexagonal

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Nothing gets my heart thumping like a proper basic, but the sheer glut of classic and essential pieces out there often leaves my eyes glazed over. (Meanwhile, shiny things like sequins unfailingly beg for further investigation.) I wouldn't say I had written off Madewell, sister store to J. Crew, but I certainly hadn't given it my full attention until the Lucky team whirled into Beantown to

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Along with cultivating clarity through closet cleanup comes purchasing that's even more selective. New acquisitions absolutely need to be speh-shull with a capital S, and I think these vintage oxfords by Bugle Boy fit the bill. They're positively bonkers! Faux snakeskin, studs and scalloping collide together in this otherwise ruggedly staid shoe. Thanks to Brooke for tipping me off to the

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It started snowing unexpectedly in mid-October, so the recent run of warmth we had was probably one of the last chances I'll have to bare arms and legs for the next few months. Readers occasionally ask me if I ever re-wear outfits; to that, I always respond with a resounding,"Definitely!" Cases in point: I took the summer's send off as an opportunity to don these hot weather outfits one more

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I am utterly horrendous at replying to comments in any sort of timely manner, so I just wanted to holla loud and clear at K-Line, sasha.wilmoth, Selina of Flying Saucer, Kb of I WANT YOU TO KNOW, Lani of Sugar Rock Catwalk, Maeko of thereafterish., h of Pret a Porter P, Anonymous, Frou Flu, Mizz J of Being High Maintenance, not Bitchy, Sidda, Blue Floppy Hat of Nonsense on Stilettos, Gwyn from

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An infinitesimally minute sampling of my wardrobe.While traversing the internet and meandering through the glossies, I often come across what are two dominating philosophies in how one approaches adding to and organizing her wardrobe. On one hand, you have the pack rat, the one who has a lifetime of clothing stashed away in her closet, her kitchen cupboards, her parents’ house, maybe even at a

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Over my annual, unscheduled summer hiatus, I was contemplating a future post on the "new direction" of dreamecho, a direction that involved less writing than in past years. For, although I came into this blogging world with the desire to use my linguistic and analytical skills to their fullest, these days I've been minimally interested in words—these basic building blocks of expression that seem

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Boston Fashion Week has run its course once again, and while in the past I've been a dresser for Sam Mendoza and Samuel Vartan's shows, I decided to take it easy this year and just go as a spectator. Generally speaking, I prefer to be behind-the-scenes or a part of making things happen, but sometimes a girl wants to experience the fruits of labor, ya know? I considered donning the outfit below

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After being out of the blogging ring for a couple of months, I've been bouncing with eagerness to get back into the game. What better way to do so than with my Irregular Choice wrestling boots—and red sequined ones at that! Muchos thanks to Lauren for tipping me off to them during summer sale season. At first I had my reservations, not so much in regards to liking them (how can one not?!

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Salutations!I may sound cheery in greeting, but in truth I'm grumpy and disappointed. It looks like it'll be a tad while longer until I get to post again. I've been without Internet at home for the past week, and until my landlord gets an electrician to replace the faulty cable, I'll be stuck snatching glimpses of fashion week happenings from wherever I can—namely, while on break at work.

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Hi ladies (and the odd gent),Don't mind the taper off in posts! At this time of year I'm usually trying to cram as much daytripping in as possible before fall sets in. I've also been preoccupied with furnishing my apartment, a real learning experience since up 'til now my interest and money have always been devoted to the task of decorating myself and not my environs. In any case, I'll be back

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A couple of months ago, I launched Bloomers, Round II: The Frenzied Online Hunt (see Round I: The Random Brick and Mortar Find) and promptly wound up at the treasure trove that is Neneee, Valerie King's Etsy line. While waxing verbose about her work, I also took the opportunity to scoop up a floral pair. It's taken me some time to get around to writing about it, but as you know on dreamecho,

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The styling in Teen Vogue's editorials is, in my mind, among the best that American magazines have to offer. (And it most certainly puts big sis Vogue to shame.) Of note, the "Beautiful Dreamer" editorial has been resonating spectacularly with me; I've been savoring the luxurious indolence of the various paisley and polka dot silk pajamas since the spread debuted in the March 2009 issue.

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If memory serves me accurately, my earliest exposure to cinema (as it, um, were) involved a triumverate of Care Bears movies and E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial. They all came out within the general vicinity of my birth/rearing, and I’ll wager that a healthy number of you who came into this world in the early to mid-eighties lay claim to the same movie influences. Watching the Care Bears at five,

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Plain and simple, chartreuse is one of my favorite colors. Now that I've gotten back into painting my nails (after a 10 year hiatus, no less), I'm admiring the pop of this electric color on the finger tips of a seemingly unhinged Ali Michael. In the FLY16x9 film short, concocted for Nomenus Quarterly's feature on Hussein Chalayan, lime nail by lime nail is bitten off with trepidation for a

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Necklaces have grown considerably in size over the past few years. Whereas pint-sized pendants on diminuitive gold and silver chains once reigned over the market, the hefty, the colossal, the vast now dominate. Sometimes they'll come in smorgasbords of entagled chains, pearls, lace and objets trouvés. Other times they'll come more plate-like, expansive planes of rhinestones or embroidery. No

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Over the weekend, Partner and I went to watch a friend's performance at Jacques', a tranny club in the Theater District. It was the perfect opportunity to debut my Shakuhachi dress. While we were there, I got the vague impression that one of the venue's denizens was eyeing me out—or, more specifically, eying out my sequins. You can be dang sure, though, that I wasn't the only besequinned one

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While traversing the streets of NYC, I peeked into I Heart's closing sale. Expectations were low; it was the last day of the sale and Michele had told me there wasn't much left. Indeed, pickings were Slim much like Jim and Shady, so much so that I thought I'd leave empty handed. Fortunately, in the eleventh hour, my rummage resulted in this Shakuhachi minidress. Doth thy eyes spy sheer navy

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The box that my F-Troupe white gladiator flats came in has to be the hands-down, bow-down-I'm-not-worthy best cardboard container of footwear ever. (This is, of course, speaking from personal experience and not a proclamation in regards to the entire species of shoe boxes.)Such elaborate illustrations! For sure, there's the overall Art Deco scheme (I shan't be forgetting the name of that era

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Squeezing in a daily wear post when little time remains to do much else. These pics were taken by Martini of Beyond Boston Chic several weeks ago—hence the fantastic photographic quality.Outfit: Target camisole, Peeps nude mesh hand top, Banana Republic hot pink shiny blazer, Maxine Dillon grey skirt, AA black lame leggings, Jeffrey Campbell white jazz shoes, Twelve by Twelve H&M dark taupe

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Technically, the only blue in this outfit is from the linen blazer, but does one not get the essence of that cerulean shade from the lavender, and even the silver? Anyway, this is what I wore to Sam Mendoza's fashion show at the Brattle. I talked about the presentation at lengthy, lengthy length in the previous post, but here I'll be brief. Over and out!Outfit: Label NYC lavender

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Longtime blog readers may recall my questioning the merit of Sam Mendoza's wunderkind status; I did end up attending his Boston Fashion Week 2007 show as planned but quite honestly couldn't sort my thoughts out well enough to do a review at the time. Yet, while Sam's vision seemed somewhat underdeveloped, there was something about his work that made me think I should keep him on my radar. When

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Here's a relic from one Saturday evening in March: While Partner and I moseyed over to the Kendall Square Cinema to watch Gomorra, we stopped by some loading docks for an impromptu photo sesh. The pearl/gold clip-on earrings were the fruits of a recent raid on Mom's massive 70s/80s/90s era arsenal.Outfit: H&M brown faux leather jacket, Steven Alan for UO charcoal wool shorts, We Love Colors

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This Sunday, Design Hive—the Cambridge monthly market for indie designers—is throwing Vintage Glam Day. There, you'll find one-of-a-kinds and vintage treasures galore from over 50 local designers. Come strut your stuff decked out as Marilyn Monroe or Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink. Why, you ask? Because Amy from Punky Style and I will be judging the style contest! The winner will receive a

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Is it possible to keep on coveting something even after you've obtained it? That seems to be the case with me and this necklace. Colors and geometric shapes ensnare me nearly without fail, so when I read that Cheri of Scout Holiday was selling her multicolored flag necklaces on Etsy, I didn't think twice. (Chalk it up to another case of finding quality Etsy goods via the seller's blog.) I'm

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There's a saying among us that fashion brands don't matter, that what does matter is the quality of the garment itself. ("Quality," of course, being a flexible term—its use ranges from construction to color, fit and texture.) But while that's true, there is a certain point of identity and pride many take in the combinational origins of their apparel and accoutrements. For some, that's in the

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I consider myself an advanced eBay-er, in that I know how to hunt down what I want and frequently mosey across toothsome treasures. When it comes to Etsy, however, I pretty much bumble about in the dark through 10,000 canvas totes screenprinted with bicycles and an infinite hallway of DIY dresses that look a little too elementary in terms of print, innovation and quality. (The site's rooting in

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Now that I've debuted my Pinkyotto dress, I can share this blooming getup. I've certainly never been one to shy away from pairing prints of the same family, and the blazer and frock have been dangling, quite alluringly, side by side in my closet for a few weeks.If I may be a "this is what I wore when I went to buy a latte" blogger for a moment (surely most of us are to some degree), I donned a

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DailyCandy gives the word, and I'll often heed the call. This time, the command involved a journey to Pinkyotto. (The Dig and Stuff chimed in a few weeks later; a tad too late, though, as I'd already scoped out the store twice. For better or worse, the mighty speed of the Internet triumphs once again.) Praised for its one-off, unblushingly flouncy frocks, the newly landed Newbury boutique has

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Nerves and health have frayed over the past month, so it's apt I hope my new amethyst pendant's soothing and calming properties will actually manifest themselves. The stone is known for relieving tension and physical pain, as well as protecting the wearer against harm, sickness and danger.I was initially and vaguely turned onto the idea of wearing crystals by Unearthen's bullet-enclosed

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For the past several years, I've been ferrying my home lunches in the most un-eco of manners: the plastic bag. Wasteful, I am not – I'd reuse each one until it ripped or got sticky. Conscience and, quite vainly, my sense of aesthetics, though, finally propelled me to ferret out a lunch sack. While roaming about Ala Moana Center in Hawaii (notably the world's largest open-air shopping complex)

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When I wrote about Peeps last year, I was also simultaneously putting in an order for that mischievous, hands-over-bosom mesh top. Designer Amelia Lindquist was prompt with correspondence and shipping, so color me tardy that it's only now I'm fulling airing and sharing good word of my purchase. (I wore it to the symphony but unintentionally hid it well, beneath a blazer.) Whether stand alone

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Please bear with as we embark on a chronologically-incorrect voyage of posts. Subjects will careen from Hawaii tales of earlier this year, to recent NYC shopping escapades, to possible recaps from last fall's Boston Fashion Week. If I can work up the endurance, we'll ping pong through the last eight months of purchases, activities and outfits until the linear perception of time has been

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Thanks for all the caring comments! I'm not one to make passive requests for a pity party, but I was honestly starting to think I was another fashion blog fated for a fade into the digital detritus.A few weekends ago, Partner and I attended an evening performance at the Boston Symphony Orchestra. Both of us are former band geeks – and dang proud of it! – so we jumped on the $20 tickets for

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Hi folks!(If anyone is even still reading dreamecho, that is!)Sorry for the unscheduled month-plus hiatus. Between Hawaii, another upcoming trip, my laptop pooping out on me and earning a living, I haven't been able to spend any quality time with my blog. Fortunately, computer glitches and expeditions should be wrapped up by April, so stop back on by around then.Until then, happy spring!

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Never fear, dreamecho has not left the blogosphere! In the midst of fashion month, I've decided to forgo the chaos and have instead retreated to my homeland – Hawaii! I was bummed to have to turn down an NYFW blogging opportunity, as well as a couple of parties, but such are the breaks of lolling about in weather that's – oh, I don't know – 50 to 60 degrees warmer?While on the rock, I'll be

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Raise your hands high if you miss Fops and Dandies! Many of you will remember this now-shuttered NYC-based fashion blog and its inimitable author, Lauren. Truly one of a kind, F&D was an unexpected collision of effervescent creativity and straight talk, social critiques and sample sale recounts, and humor both cheerful and sardonic. Never one to do something halfway, she's now hard at work at

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Winter solstice is behind us. The days are finally beginning to grow longer. And, yet, as much as I want to make the most of my daylight hours, exploring the towns and neighborhoods around me, I still find myself in a sort of hibernation. The arctic chills obviously play a major part in this, keeping me lingering in the toasty hallway instead of bounding out the door. Sometimes, I hurtle

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During most of elementary school, bike shorts were a fundamental part of my daily getup. Whether beneath baggy carnation-print shorts or striped skirts, these thigh-skimming leggings were essential for modesty as I scaled the jungle gym and chased cute boys in faded surfer shirts around the playground. I'm an adult now, insomuch as willingness to accept responsibility and ability to support

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In the big scheme of things, there isn't much that I feel justified in despairing or grousing over. Sure, it burned to lose out on a multitude of eBay finds, but ultimately a woman's just gotta re-align herself with her core values and move on.One thing that has been putting an cramp in my blogging style lately, however, is the weather. Between the subzero temps and

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One of my favorite things to do in Hawaii is comb the beaches for sea glass. I squat down, toes buried in the sand, examining green glass by brown glass, ultimately casting off those shards that have not been properly ocean-worn.I think one has to apply a similar methodology when searching for clothes on eBay; there's just so much stuff available on there now that one really has to have a

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The level of bubbly devotion and desire to emulate that many females express for their girl crushes is one that I tend to reserve more for online boutiques. (Of course, in the case of a store, it's not so much emulate as it is acquire.) Bona Drag is probably the best example of this; I nursed quite the infatuation over the store, doodling about it in my notebook in the manner of "dreamecho luvs

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This photo was taken on an exceptionally warm night in November. It was so warm, I was really overdoing it with the wool jacket. We went to Finale for greens and molten chocolate cake, i.e., the gooey subject of this photo that simultaneously disgusted and whetted some of your appetites.Attempting to compose any sort of caption or story about an outfit worn two months ago is rather awkward;

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All I have to say is that this is a template for many a dreamecho fall/winter outfit.Outfit: H&M blue plaid oxford shirt, AA grey tri-blend cardigan, vintage black/white checkered sweater skirt, AA black lame leggings, black ankle socks, Jeffrey Campbell brown wingtip oxfords, eBayed spider web pin, Target light brown skinny belt.Background image: Pen tips.

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Up until now, I've been satisfying most of my hosiery cravings online. Though Boston's stores abound with stockings, I'd never found an outlet stocked with the sorts of whimsical prints and color spectrum that I favor.Vintage Etc. in Cambridge's Porter Square, however, has changed all of that. The store specializes in socks, tights and clogs, and I do mean specialize. I'm talking

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Anthea from Clothes Line Finds has tagged me to reveal seven details about myself. Without further ado....I get confused when people ask if I'm into sports; I like to play them but I'm not into the spectator aspect of it all.I'm totally craving a molten chocolate cake/chocolate lava cake right now.Speaking of food, I also like mangoes and Greek yogurts.I stopped painting my nails when I was 13

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Hope everyone had a good one!The holidays passed this blog by with nary a mention, but I did share some reflections on the season over at New Brahmin. There, I attempted to regale readers with tales of sales and then divulged my optimistic outlook for 2009.As for my New Year's celebration, I ended up braving the heavy sideways-blowing snow and below-freezing temperatures for First Night. The

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Nine West, Seychelles, Aldo and Jeffrey Campbell are what a lot of us would call "trend" brands – lines that take inspiration from the runway and elsewhere. Seychelles is probably the least obvious/infrequent offender, while JC shoes in particular look like everything from the established Frye boots to the more independent Tashkent by Cheyenne.Up until now, I'd only vaguely sensed the

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I just whooped over my newest streetstyle blog find, but the best thing ever that I found on Gade Mode so far has to be the photo of this woman. First off, I love the graphic clash of silky navy, yellow and white stripes under a sunset-hued houndstooth jacket. Clearly she knows her way around decoration and details; notice the mixed stones bracelet, the circular brooch and the silver buckled

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If they haven't already, streetstyle blogs, like fashion blogs in general, are reaching saturation point. Every metropolis has at least one, if not, I don't know...five or six? (I'm looking at you, New York.) Along with many other bloggers, I consider myself decently up to date on streetstyle sites. So when I chanced upon the collaborative effort Gade Mode (via Moderniteter), I couldn't

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A couple of months ago, editor from into construction featured her sheer, beige crochet skirt. In that characteristically candid manner of hers, she reflected on the internal/external inhibitors that keep her from wearing it more often. She explained her aesthetic preference for wearing the translucent skirt without a slip, opting to let a hint of modest, black underpants peek through instead.

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Finally, time for the Project East recap! Thanks to Roxanne, the ticketing manager (and author of Pandora's Closet!), I was able to attend the event as press. Opting out of the cushy seat, I was instead positioned at the end of the runway, ready to snap, snap, snap pics as fast I could along with the other 10 or so photographers. I was also lucky enough to have backstage access before and after

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In this increasingly vast fashion interweb landscape, those who think, act and dress independently are few and far between. NOGOODFORME, however, is one such rarity. Its authors write from the heart, with a hope and confidence that both intertwines with and transcends their crushes on all awesome things fashion, music, literature and film. Enthusiastic, spunky and clever, NOGOODFORME is

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For the second year in a row, Nylon and Urban Outfitters have teamed up to give us a free, one year subscription to Nylon!I am beyond thrilled by the offer, but it got me thinking once again about the evolution – or deterioration, many would opine – of the publication. Once I got to mulling on that topic, the floodgates opened, and out surged related issues like the dropoff in sales of fashion

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I've just been charmed by Peeps, a line put out by Amelia Lindquist. Via Teen Vogue, via Refinery29, I studied up on this Parsons-attending, one-time Jeremy Scott intern and her entrepreneurial ways. Now, good breeding is dandy and all, but what captures my attention is the minutiae of her nineties-influenced wearables. Yes, there is the requisite bodycon dress, but oh! It comes in a giraffe

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In college, I was briefly resentful of having to truck around a monster backpack. Like a frugal turtle with her home on her back, day in and day out I lugged around electromagnetics textbooks and lab notebooks, a 32 oz. reusable bottle of water and home lunch. How I longed to be a liberal arts student, if only to traipse about campus with a deflated shoulder bag or an emaciated knapsack. Of

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Earlier this month, I attended Project East, a fashion show featuring Asian and Asian-American designers and put on by Harvard University students. Lest you think this was some rinky-dink, half-baked college affair, be aware that current collections from Jen Kao, Manish Arora and Issey Miyake were featured alongside Parsons students and grads. (The lineup from '07 included Twinkle by Wenlan

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I've been putting the same amount of effort and care into this blog since its inception. (In truth, thanks to a tripod and camera upgrade, the only aspect of dreamecho that has improved significantly is the personal photography.) While some people have 'fessed up to going through all my archives, such a process is probably not everyone's cup of tea. So, for new readers and old friends alike, I

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While in the cafeteria at work one day, grabbing some utensils and wearing this faux fur vest (but not wearing this particular outfit, mind you), I was interrogated by one unfamiliar-to-me co-worker. "What animal did you kill to get that?" he inquired, half-jest, half-accusatory. To which I replied, "It's not real. It's synthetic." "Well, it looks real," he retorted, yet slightly

dreamechohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15007230675813294550noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889785602052892481.post-76307117203114801362008-11-22T09:00:00.003-05:002008-11-23T04:41:42.075-05:00

[Note from dreamecho: This week, one of my pieces was included in Links à la Mode, the Independent Fashion Bloggers weekly post roundup. Do check out the links! And, if you're a fashion blogger, consider submitting one of your own links for next week. It's a great way to support the IFB and each other!]This week we’ve got finding the perfect coat on Retro Chick and The Bare Skinny. A Few

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In a rare move here on dreamecho, I am posting on something that happened TODAY. (You know, as opposed to posting on it four-and-a-half months later. Or starting off a piece or two with, "A few weekends ago...." But! I digress. Back to the present.) On this frigidly cold November day, I had the honor of being included in The Boston Globe's 25 Most Stylish Bostonians of 2008. There's an

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Sports in real life, sport-themed fashion – it's all fine and dandy to me. The exceptions come in the form of watching sports (I'd much rather be the one down on the court or field than sitting on my rump in the bleachers any day) and the perennial sporty-chic editorials that feature designer-athletic brand collaborations. (Think: Stella McCartney for Adidas and Y-3.) That's practically

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While composing an earlier piece on my dissatisfaction with a stiletto-saturated market, I got to pondering the etymology of the narrow-heeled shoe itself. Such footwear, as I learned, takes its name from a type of dagger – a weapon. Technically, "stiletto" once referred to the heel itself but now functions as the name of the shoe.This in turn led me to thinking about Chanel's "Miami Vice"

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Before the cold finally settled in yesterday, we here in Boston were enjoying some curiously warm weather. That is, temperatures were of the likes in which one could, if she were so inclined, sanely wear shorts and skirts. With bare legs. In October and November. In New England. (Sorry – it's just that my mind boggles at the fact.)Seizing the temperate moment, I snapped some photos of this

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Back in September, Garance Dore (whose blog is supposedly titled Une Fille Comme Moi but is inexplicably never referred to as such) took this photo of Valentine Fillol-Cordier in a somewhat creepy eye-print dress. (The creepiness of which was canceled out by her winsome kicking and that demure blase-ness that all those fangirls seem to fawn over.) My peepers were immediately drawn to – well,

dreamechohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15007230675813294550noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889785602052892481.post-45306481212327957052008-11-09T20:30:00.008-05:002008-11-09T22:07:41.693-05:00

Is it just me, or is there a serious dearth of spunky, avant-garde, mid-price ranged heels here in the US? Sure, there's a lot of cutout and thick-strapped booties and shoeties going around from the likes of Nine West, Chinese Laundry, Seychelles and other trend-led brands. Most of these are repetitions on the same shapes. Occasionally, designs reach the stature of geometric art or menacing

dreamechohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15007230675813294550noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889785602052892481.post-81911098923566001292008-11-07T12:29:00.015-05:002008-11-07T13:45:53.436-05:00

File this under summer press I received but posted on in the most tardily of fashions: I had the honor of being featured in Stuff@night's September Fall Fashion issue. Penned by none other than the charming and whip-smart Sharon Steel, "Online, In Style" spotlighted dreamecho alongside three of the Boston-area's most esteemed fashion bloggers: streetstyle documentarian Martini of Beyond Boston

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I'll take just about any opportunity to expound on the virtues of frumpy footwear. And, granted, that's what I generally wear day in and out. However, my shoe collection more than welcomes the prurient and vicious (read: naughtily sexy and fuh-eerce) into its midst. So when Danielle from Solestruck contacted me with a complimentary shoe offer, I immediately pounced on the Jeffrey Campbell

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One late summer evening, I find myself catching the subway home with Christine Liu, Lifestyle Editor of the Weekly Dig, Boston's alt-paper. The next thing I know, she's asking if I'd be interested in modeling for the publication's fall fashion issue.Would I?!?Needless to say, I accepted. "The New Adventures of Flashion" appeared on stands in late August. (Embarrassingly, I haven't had the time

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I'm guessing at least half of you out there studied ballet in your youth. And, if you're like me, then you probably stopped lessons early on in your youth as well. (Personally, I didn't truly grasp the power that lies in restraint and grace until I got a bit older.) But no matter, attendance or long-term study at ballet school is hardly prerequisite for a fondness of tulle, tights and leotards

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I think it unhealthy to constantly focus on the past. As I've expressed in previous meditations on the concept of time, the present is where I want to dwell, fully and joyously. Hence, I'm taking this little reprieve from my narration of summer's events to share with you what I'm wearing now. Well, not now now, but within the past week. Less than a week, in fact, which – being someone who

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While at the Achilles Project sale kickoff party, I kept noticing one of the shopgirls flitting about. A shimmering and nearly monochromatic vision of silver, gold and tawny, Casey with her white blonde ponytail could have easily been an Elf (albeit a modern, urban one) from The Lord of the Rings.In the movie version at least, the Elves made up my favorite tribe in Middle-earth. With streaming,

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The Achilles Project is a rarity in Boston. Located in Fort Point Channel, the boutique-cum-restaurant is that perfect fusion of sartorial and edible modern coolness unlike any other establishment here. (Really, there is no other word for it besides coolness. Dorky old me feels hip just walking into the place!) That they carry the Opening Ceremony house line is more than draw enough. So when

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I wore this in the beginning of the summer.If we're going to go into details here (which, obviously, we are), the look is really just the mutated fraternal twin sister of my prepster with studded boots look. (It's, like, J. Crew on a motorcycle.) The shirt and skirt are the same, but instead of boots, the black lamé leggings saunter by with their naughty sensuality, luring that fusty bookworm

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Normally I refuse to use my blog as a vehicle for complaining, but UGH! I am so pissed! And my heart is breaking! The Comme des Garçons for H&M collaboration is not, I repeat NOT going to be available in Boston. WTF! *sob* Grrr! In the past, the designer collabos have always been available at the Newbury Street location. Hence, my hopes were high, high, high. Maybe I was being

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My, how the summer does get away from oneself! Not having posted for a month, I have an overwhelming number of topics to get through. (Almost to the point where I think I may crumple and crumble under the burden!) Many exciting things have happened, but for now I'll start off easy with some Outfits Quotidian.This is what I wore to brunch in late June. (Horrors, I know.) My trusted pals

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Vermillion shoes have been a signature of mine for the past few years, but lately I've been – how should I put it – diversifying my investments. That is, I've been buying shoes in other colors, notably neutrals like tan, black, white and blue. Red, however, speaks of defiance, fantasy and life's very vibrancy like no other color's business; as such, I will always have a soft spot for such a

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With no cable in my living quarters, I've again resorted to watching Project Runway on YouTube. This season, contemplative whimsy has come in the form of the bespectacled, brunette-banged, Portland, Oregon-based Leanne Marshall. The designer has been quietly churning out elaborate pieces for present-day pixies, full of organic contours and free-flowing geometry. While the tiered skirt of the

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As you might've guessed, recess is still in session. Summer has proven a time of excursions and special projects, and little ole' blogging has unfortunately fallen by the wayside. Languid will the pace be around here for at least another several days; I'll trekking up to Maine for some hiking, lobster-munching and quiet time.When I think of Maine, I think of lighthouses – hence, the photos.

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While browsing through the musical lineup for Somerville's ArtBeat a few Fridays ago, I MySpaced each of the performers for audio samplings. Freezepop's sugar sweet, synthetic tinklings tickled my ears, so I started hatching plans with Partner immediately.When we arrived in Davis Square, it was drizzling. A bunch of dudes with bagpipes and leather accoutrements were rocking out on the outdoor

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Okay, I don't really do that, but a surprisingly significant number of dreamecho posts seem to revolve around excursions to the city that never sleeps. I'm almost starting to think it's time I create an NYC category, not unlike my Boston and Honolulu sections.Partner and I made an impromptu jaunt to New York the other weekend – which, for those who are keeping score, was not any of the weekends

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The last time I hung out with Fops and Dandies in NYC, we also made the trek out to the Brooklyn Flea. Now, there's a school of thought in regards to flea markets, one that is, incidentally, not unlike what we want out of our thrift stores. Those who belong to that school prefer their flea markets a little grubby, cluttered and cheap. A hodgepodge of randomness and, in that, hope. But, I

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