Thursday, September 30, 2010
If you’re a frequent reader of my blog you know that I LOVE high-end consignment. And Tra Tutti is all that and more – it’s an online designer consignment shop that carries high-end and vintage designer brands. Consignors receive 40%, Tra Tutti receives 40% and then the other 20% goes to charity! Wow, fashionable and philanthropic. Who owns the brains behind this biz? A savvy South Shore gal of course!
The Tra Tutti ladies brought a sampling of their inventory to BOND and let me tell you - this isn’t your average consignment shop garb. No weeding out the Old Navy. No sweat stains or fabric pulls – in fact, most of the clothes had their original tags on them. I spied a sequin oversized shirt by Vince, a floral wrap dress by Moschino, an adorable belted coat by Missoni, and tons of dresses by Milly, Rebecca Taylor and Nanette Lepore. Pretty much all those things sold at the boutiques you shouldn’t be shopping at, but do anyway.
Oh, and one more thing, Tra Tutti does “trunk shows” read: a way hipper home party than you’re used to. No cheap jewelry that you’re guilted into buying. You catch the ball that I’m throwing? Do I need to say it? Okay, I hate Lia Sophia. There I said it. Invite me to your Tra Tutti trunk show – now that’s a home party I could get after.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Looc boutique in the South End. He was a great Fashion Week date - he's a big fan of the Rachel Zoe Project and kept calling himself "Roger" all night - even though he was acting a bit more "Brad for my taste.
Oh, and, I obviously forgot my camera that cost me an entire month's rent, so excuse the shoddy I-Phone pics.
I don't know much about this Emily Muller character, when I googled her I got a lot of hits asking if I meant "Erin Muller" with the words "Michael Lohan" within the story. I'm fairly certain they are not the same person. Emily Muller the fashion designer's collection consisted of dresses of varying lengths and tones of gray, army green and black. Loved some of the deconstructed pieces and asymmetrical cuts. A few of the pieces had a refined romantic aesthetic that I love, but could never pull off.
The crowd: good looking, leather clad, over-the-knee boot wearing twentysomethings save for one or two from the middle aged set. I caught the eye of a chic lady in polka dot frock and shuddered, I knew this person. But, I couldn't place where I knew her from. I took a swig of my champagne and thought about it. I quickly ruled out any of my bar regulars - the South End is like another country to them. Then it hit me. This woman was my Primary Care/girl doctor. Awesome. I resisted getting a second glass of bubbly - my yearly physical is coming up and I don't want her to round up when I lie about my one beverage a day.
Anyway, great time, phenomenal talent, fab crowd - and as you can see from the picture above, like every aging fashionista, I packed my flats.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I'm not going to be a typical American tourist and comment on all the bikes in Amsterdam. But, I am going to tell you about all the children, no, the babies - who are thrown on the front of their parent's bike like a god damn bag of groceries. One would think they had just found this baby in a canal somewhere and had no choice but to throw it on their bike and bring him/her to the police station where someone could claim it. Nope, these children belong to these reckless riders, most of whom probably carried said child in their belly for nine months. Maybe these cyclists are more advanced than your typical Boston bike enthusiast? You wouldn't know it by watching them. Brian and have already witnessed 3 bike accidents in the past 2 days that we've been here. Helmets, ha! Not even for the babies, honestly. Helmets on adults? Not a one. I'm not sure which is worse - the drinking while simultaneously breast feeding in Italy or the extreme cyclist commuters with children. File under: Just Another Uptight American.