It's time for a Delilah Crown shout out. When I first moved to San Francisco, I was able to jump start my life at Delilah Crown. My old boss and friend Kristina De Pizzol is the owner and designer. If your ever in North Beach be sure to stop by, say hi, and touch everything in this boutique. This seersucker dress was a gift from Krtistina when I left. The black blazer is from Bella Cose on Polk St.
When wearing a jumper it's important to walk and talk like a little punk. If you don't, the jumper will rebel and weeks of bad karma will follow. I learned this the hard way. This brown jumper is from Macy's, BCBGeneration collection. The tights are DKNY, and the belt was a gift from my sister. The wall is on Clement Street, at Cheap Pete's. A great place to find cheap frames, for sure.
Dressing up is one of my favorite things to do. So it's nice to have friends that share my same loves. This was an evening of 80's dancing at 111 Minna. I tried the more Madonna prom edge. James went Rock-a-billy 80's. (Jewelry courtesy The Grandma Peg Collection). The blue belt I found at a Greek Church yard sale in Baltimore. The only thing that was at this yard sale were belts and fur coats. I got one of each. The skirt is a find from American Rag http://www.amrag.com/. Its really not a good thing that I live so close to this store. The corset was a gift from James. He had it made for me from one of my favorite places in San Francisco, Dark Garden http://www.darkgarden.com/. It's hidden in Hayes Valley right next to Blue Bottle Coffee. They do custom corsets, and have an array of Edwardian and Victorian accessories and fashion...everything for all of your Steam Punk wants and needs.
I've never been so inspired by a TV Show. I take that back, That 70's Show, I used to love that show. But really, Mad Men on AMC is not only a perfectly filmed and entertaining show, its simply beautiful to watch. The costume design is wonderful, and makes my insides squeal with joy. Here's a link to the an article about it:
He got a big box in the mail. He opened it. And inside was a perfectly tailored and constructed three piece suit. He put it on. She took some pictures.
Because the sun lives in San Francisco, and decides to take vacation during July, it was a rare event to be able to lay in the park. The pants are slacks, with a high waist. And the vest was handed down from my mother. It's our families tartan, and fits me perfectly.
Sometimes I wear nice things. Sometimes I get paint on them. Sometimes I wish that I could have really long fingernails. If this were a dating show, we'd all be laying by a giant pool, sipping dark and stormies, while listening to Outkast.