tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14618499744027903512024-03-13T15:06:31.405-04:00PANDORA'S CLOSETroxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.comBlogger326125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-39179563923837824232012-02-08T12:52:00.004-05:002012-02-16T01:36:03.057-05:00houses in motion<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=020812_cherdistraught.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/020812_cherdistraught.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >"i felt impotent and out of control - which i really, really hate! i had to find sanctuary in a place where i could gather my thoughts and regain my strength..."</span><br style="font-family: lucida grande;"></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br style="font-family: lucida grande;"></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">after a long hiatus, i decided to start over - hope to see you over at my new </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://thenroxannesays.com/">spot</a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">!</span></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-23381752366921814742011-09-26T18:20:00.001-04:002011-09-27T17:19:47.260-04:00if i invite a boy some night to dine on my fine finnan haddie<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=092610_playboyclub.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/092610_playboyclub.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">fact: when it comes to television, i'm a sucker for anything that vaguely resembles a plot. even if every other aspect of the show is subpar, all i need is a bit of sexual tension or dangling threat of scandal to keep me tuning in indefinitely. gossip girl lost its luster seasons ago, how to make it in america arguably never had any to begin with, and don't even get me started on pretty little liars, but until each and every character's conflicts are resolved, i will stick with these shows like captain edward john smith and the rms titanic.<br /><br />i should never have watched the playboy club in the first place. aside from the setting, nothing about the buildup to the show really sparked my interest. i'd already planned on using pan am as my period piece placeholder to tide me over until the return of mad men, but when hulu basically offered up the playboy club pilot on a scrolling main menu platter, i took the bait. expectations weren't exactly high, but the visuals were surprisingly lackluster. in fact, my aesthetic lust radar only flared up during one scene in the entire episode: the bunny meeting in which the girls are seen in their street clothes. i'm pretty sure i saw some orange ladypants in there, but with nothing but tight shots to work with, my interest dissipated pretty quickly.<br /><br />between the eerily similar voices of nick dalton and don draper and the hearty sprinkling of quaint, pointedly un-pc remarks just to drive the whole "back in the day" thing home, i've gotta say - the whole thing was pretty meh. who am i kidding, though? what they lacked in costumes and script, they made up for with a big old mob boss murder and a gay liberation subplot. i guess i'm in it for the long haul, unless of course, <a href="http://www.vanityfair.com/online/daily/2011/09/recap---i-the-playboy-club--i-" target="_blank">the bunnies have anything to say about it</a>.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />[via <a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,2033012,00.html" target="_blank">time</a>]</span></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-4102003344434898692011-09-19T00:46:00.005-04:002011-09-19T01:23:17.092-04:00all alone, i sit home by the phone waiting for you<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=091911_dylanstreetstyle.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/091911_dylanstreetstyle.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">dylan was a little bit bummed that he missed out on all the new york fashion week fanfare, so he got dressed up and begged me to take his picture, <a href="http://thecatorialist.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">catorialist</a>-style. i couldn't say no.</span> </div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-37625087770243972852011-09-15T11:27:00.002-04:002011-09-15T11:30:20.712-04:00i'm irresistible, you fool<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=082511_kiraz2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/082511_kiraz2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >paris is the kind of city that <a href="http://www.teenvogue.com/style/guides/back-to-school-fashion-2011/parisian-dorm-room-decor" target="_blank">sweeps</a> <a href="http://www.bcbgeneration.com/fall2011/mille.php?p=cGFnZT1mdWxsX2Jsb2cmaWQ9MTM5OA==&lnt=dGl0bGU=" target="_blank">you</a> <a href="http://trendsmagazineparis.com/hotels/parisian-years-eve-2.html" target="_blank"">off</a> <a href="http://www.smartertravel.com/blogs/today-in-travel/tell-us-where-to-find-europe-hidden-gems.html?id=4574003" target="_blank">your</a> <a href="http://www.kuoni.in/destination/europe/france.asp" target="_blank">feet</a> with oodles of charm, romance and impossibly pretty desserts - so i've heard. i wouldn't know. when it came time for me to make my first visit, reality decided to beat paris to the punch and just dropkick me instead. within an hour of landing at charles de gaulle, i got robbed by an itinerant newspaper vendor. later, i</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" > nearly came to blows with a middle-aged man at a nightclub after he threatened, in broken english, to attack us with his elbows. </span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >instead of a twilight stroll along the seine, </span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" > i</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" > had to use the river as a rudimentary compass to guide a violently ill classmate back to our hostel, stopping for frequent vomit sessions along the way. despite my study abroad program's strict code of cultural immersion,</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" > i quickly gave up trying to speak french outside the classroom, unable to get any of the locals to respond to me in kind.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >nevertheless, i thoroughly enjoyed paris. i got a big kick out of the city's tourist hot spots, met a group of amazing people, and one or two french women even complimented me on my outfits, which did wonders for my confidence - if i couldn't speak one of their languages, at least i was picking up another with ease. still, for some reason, that fabled parisian magic always felt fleeting at best.</span><br /></div><br /><center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=082511_kiraz.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/082511_kiraz.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i can't remember if someone sent me to musee carnavalet or if i just wandered in while bumming around le marais, but once i laid eyes on les parisiennes de kiraz, i knew i was going to be there for a while. all sulky sex appeal bottled up in <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyQxMRP2JRfamSA4tbIHHdCoS9ag33RfvSg1KXVTHwvJTNI_JMpVGVqoiELepEwhUvGAj0Yb-YFhwGzb5BiPjGCVrh8RWEte_3zSJHJnk1xBnrVl4qhesQt8HPex4URHLnOVOFkYdnmnI/s1600/20080514_Kiraz_4.jpg" target="_blank">curiously leggy, bottom-heavy bodies</a>, i immediately identified with their silhouettes. still, these gouache women looked as if they led more exciting lives on decades-old canvas than i could ever dream of. blithe, flippant, and casually provocative, the intangible allure of their fictional lifestyle felt much more magical than anything i'd seen in so far in this gallic metropolis. the best part was that none of their attributes really seemed specific to the city. if i wanted to, i could take it home with me.<br /><br />up until then, i didn't know you could have a girl crush on art. i had to be dragged away from the exhibit. luckily, its accompanying book came home with me and has since become a well-loved addition to my collection. sometimes i flip through it for tips on how to build an outfit around these thighs, but more often than not, i just settle on one piece and study it intensely, hoping to acquire some of that cavalier charisma for myself. reality need not apply.<br /></span></div><br /><center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=082511_kiraz3.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/082511_kiraz3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-53507988722168318192011-09-12T16:49:00.004-04:002011-09-12T16:56:26.341-04:00and i just know we'll have a good time<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=091211_carlandellie.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/091211_carlandellie.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i know fashion week has got everybody running around town like well-heeled chickens with their heads cut off, but to be completely honest, i've got other things on my mind. what, you ask, could possibly be more enthralling than runway recaps and a massive surge of street style photography? well, in just a couple of weeks, i will be heading to disney world.<br /><br />some people make pilgrimages to mecca. i go to disney world. it doesn't happen nearly as often as i'd like, so when the occasion arises, i like to be prepared. this time around, the boy and i are making the trek to celebrate our fifth anniversary, and my to-do list has been sitting untouched. i have to draft an itinerary - not a moment is left to chance - figure out my wardrobe and, perhaps most importantly, start working on a costume. i'm used to visiting disney during the summer, but our late september departure happens to line up with mickey's not-so-scary halloween party and we've decided to go as a young carl and ellie from up. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b95oyhSd5ls"target="_blank">i'm too excited to sleep</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[via <a href="http://heckyeahup.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">heckyeahup</a>]</span><br /></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-22702291582654191332011-09-07T10:15:00.003-04:002011-09-12T18:14:52.733-04:00heaven help me, i didn't see the devil in your eye<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=090711_etta.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/090711_etta.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=090711_etta2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/090711_etta2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"my mother was a jazz fanatic and she wanted me to play the piano so i could play jazz tunes. i wish i had learned, but i was too busy getting into trouble." - 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the woman whom i won't trust to buy my socks - to choose some glasses for me. she came up with pair of perfectly respectable black rectangle frames, and i've been underwhelming the masses with them ever since. then i moved to the east village, where you can't swing a purse without hitting six people wearing amazing glasses, apparently all acquired from fabulous fanny's. yesterday, curiosity got the best of me, as did these frames. for starters, they're not black, they're not boring, and they suit me (i think). my face is feeling more captivating already.<br /></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-35869505135575054592011-08-26T19:59:00.005-04:002011-09-12T18:19:55.934-04:00be prepared for the murkiest scam<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=082611_raincoat.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/082611_raincoat.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"we can joke about this on monday morning. but until then, it's a matter of life and death." as long as we remain calmer than our mayor, i think we'll be all right this weekend. <span style="font-size:78%;">[via <a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search/%22Saturday%20AND%20Sunday%22" target="_blank"">twitter</a>]</span><br /><br />'pastel plaid,' welcome to my short list of etsy search terms. i'll pass on the snakeskin boots, though. <span style="font-size:78%;">[via <a href="http://ilovewildfox.com/iloveyouwildfox/2011/8/26/missoni-fall-2011.html" target="_blank">i love wildfox</a>]</span><br /><br />the latest <a href="http://pandorascloset.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-got-little-lot-of-what-we-want.html" target="_blank">addictions</a> piece is up! <span style="font-size:78%;">[via <a href="http://stylelikeu.com/addictions/addictions-summer-in-new-york-part-1/" target="_blank">stylelikeu</a>]<br /></span><br />now that i have a fledgling tumblr of my own, i'm getting the biggest kick out of finding gems like this. is it bad that i would still wear at least thirty percent of this stuff today? <span style="font-size:78%;">[<a href="http://fuckyeahugly90sclothes.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"">via</a>]</span><br /><br /><a href="http://stylelikeu.com/second-skin/second-skin-india-salvor-menuez-and-irene-kim/" target="_blank"">irene</a> brought these shoes to my attention and, along with the charlotte olympia <a href="http://pandorascloset.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-got-feelin-im-fallin.html">kitty flats</a> i've been pining for, this is just too much to handle. <span style="font-size:78%;">[<a href="http://mypreciousconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/08/mickey.html" target="_blank"">via</a>]</span><br /><br />[via<a href="http://www.blogger.com/terranewyork.com/" target="_blank""> terra new york</a>]<br /></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-30184076400782263272011-08-19T00:27:00.005-04:002011-09-15T15:41:48.616-04:00all i want is a delorean, if i could go just like that<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=081811_howardstudents.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/081811_howardstudents.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">[i have a <a href="http://vintagenoire.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">new tumblr</a></span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://vintagenoire.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"></a><span style="font-style: italic;">, so if you like cool/pretty pictures, you should take a look. that's the long story made short. the long story made less short is below.]</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />growing up with my nose always in a book, i learned early on that moving away, switching schools and/or divorce were some of the worst things that could happen to a kid. copious amounts of judy blume warned me that these sorts of decisions were usually made by parents, their consequences wreaking havoc on your life suddenly and irreversibly. so when my mother calmly asked one day if i wanted to transfer to a another school, i hesitated. was this a set-up? had i done something wrong? <i>jesus christ, were we moving?</i><br /><br />"no?" panic crept into my voice, punctuating the response with a quivering lilt. sensing my confusion, she elaborated: "maybe...you'd like to go to a school with a few more little black girls? children that look like you?"<br /><br />another pause, as i tried to relax and approach the question with the wisdom of my years - all seven of them. "no?"<br /><br />being the only black girl in all of my classes never felt like a particularly good or bad thing. it was just one fact among others, including but not limited to: i liked my teachers, i got good grades, and i had a solid group of friends, shyness and bookworm tendencies notwithstanding. the prospect of starting over in foreign territory just to even out the playing field of diversity frankly seemed a bit extreme. she nodded, and the brief but strange conversation came to an abrupt end and the topic was never mentioned again. i felt i'd dodged a bullet.<br /><br />over the years, i learned that despite her occasional qualms, my mother had made a conscious decision to send me to schools where the caucasian percentage of the student body was high, as long as the graduation rate was even higher. still, i never regretted my decision to stay put. maybe it was my multi-culti doll collection, reading list or favorite tv shows, but for the most part, i simply accepted my plainly obvious otherness among my peers. it's not like being one of the few people of color in the classroom was a constant</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> walk in the park, but</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> at the end of the day, it always seemed like a matter of demographics and not much else - i did grow up on staten island, after all.<br /><br />higher education yielded cultural diversity in spades, so i focused instead on the few academic pursuits that didn't bore me to death: literature, fashion, social history, journalism and twentieth century americana. thankfully, the classes that covered these topics were phenomenal, and i relished every chance to immerse myself in a wealth of new knowledge, which, for the first time in my academic career, included a comprehensive examination of the black american experience. it certainly wasn't the first time i was learning about the marginalization of minorities throughout history. i was, however, intrigued to find out just how pervasive the consequences of these methods could be.<br /><br />even trawling my favorite vintage stores soon became an exercise in curiosity. i'd find a blush pink cropped angora sweater in the back corner of my favorite haunt and notice that the narrative i dreamt up for the original owner of the garment </span><span style="font-size:85%;">inevitably </span><span style="font-size:85%;">featured a white woman. do a google image search for '60s fashion,' and it's not until page twenty that any women of color - diana ross and the supremes, to be exact - show up. american history shakes its head reproachfully at the injustices suffered by its minorities, but we don't need to wallow in our remorse. it's not like black people's entire existence was a feedback loop of trials and tribulations. the wringing of hands has gotten to the point that we forget to include people of color in our gauzy recollections of the good old days. even when i went searching for evidence to the contrary, the results were scattered at best. i decided to cobble together a collection of the best vintage imagery of black folk i could find - the sorts of images that i would post on this blog, if i were into image-heavy posts with negligible commentary - and a tumblr was born.<br /><br />a couple of days into my research, i discovered other fantastic tumblrs like <a href="http://ofanotherfashion.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">of another fashion</a> and <a href="http://vintageblackglamour.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">vintage black glamour</a>. i considered leaving the task to their able hands, but then reconsidered, deciding that sharing the beauty of vintage photographs is hardly a novelty, whether or not they've been largely overlooked until now. some theme tinkering and a bit more research later, and i've got <a href="http://vintagenoire.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">vintage noire</a>. enjoy.<br /></span> </div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-37331867617305764442011-08-10T23:26:00.002-04:002011-09-15T11:34:21.971-04:00don’t know how it all got started, i don’t know what they do with their lives<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=081011_cobaltsweater.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/081011_cobaltsweater.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">my telephone usage hit an all-time high at some point between the years of 1999 and 2001. looking back, i blame it on tweendom, which at the time was just about reaching a shrieking fever pitch, and a blossoming friendship with my cousin josie, just a year older than me and equally enthralled by endless discussions of boys, boy bands, boyfriends... you get the picture. unfortunately, all our parents got was the bill.<br /><br />as the length of our conversations increased exponentially, we developed a practice of painstakingly tracing the convoluted trajectories of our lengthy discussions. for some reason, we got a huge kick out of dissecting the paths less traveled that our dialogue had chosen - how <i>did</i> we go from gushing over carson daly to vigorously critiquing the catholic church anyway, what with all the frequent bouts of giggles and tidbits of breathless gossip? (the answer: carson daly once aspired to be a priest.) like so much of what went down between the years of 1999 and 2001, the ritual was simultaneously enjoyable and slightly inane. as it turns out, though, my erratic behavior still requires in-depth investigations to this day. case in point: a serious-ass sartorial blue period, which has got me typing 'cobalt' into every e-retail search bar in sight, even though i've never been able to count blue among my favorite colors.<br /><br />back in college, when i tossed around the idea of starting a campus fashion publication, one my favorite potential titles was cobalt. the project never took off, but for awhile there, i had a great time looking up cobalt glass creations. all things pretty and blue were soon forgotten until i received "the ellements of style" for christmas, featuring christina hendricks in pair of blue ladypants that haunt me to this day. the final push came about a month ago, when i clicked on <a href="http://stylelikeu.com/closets/lucie-porges/" target="_blank">lucie porges'</a> closet feature on slu. her wardrobe initially triggered an infatuation with all things pauline trigère, but it was an obsession i quickly learned my finances couldn't support. unwilling to give up pauline's ghost, i finally stumbled upon the <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61432014/60s-vintage-super-chic-navy-blue-pauline?ref=sr_gallery_23&ga_search_submit=&ga_search_query=pauline+trigere&ga_page=2&ga_search_type=vintage&ga_facet=vintage" target="_blank">holy grail</a>: a boxy coat from the early '60s, with hidden gold buttons and a sculpted mandarin collar. only sixty-five dollars - sold. a silky cerise lining read pauline trigère in jaunty cursive, but the color of the coat itself is what truly held my attention.<br /><br />i held out for all of ten days before i fell right back down the brilliant blue rabbit hole. having already scoured the internet for affordable pauline pieces, i shelved that particular obsession for wealthier days and set about trying to recapture that eye-widening hue. first came <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/78267735/90s-cobalt-maxi?ref=sr_list_7&ga_search_submit=&ga_search_query=cobalt&ga_noautofacet=1&ga_page=2&ga_search_type=vintage&ga_facet=vintage%2Fclothing" target="_blank">a maxi dress</a> with yet another mandarin collar, followed by a chunky cableknit <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/66642350/vintage-90s-deep-cobalt-cable-knit?ref=sr_list_14&ga_search_submit=&ga_search_query=cobalt&ga_noautofacet=1&ga_page=2&ga_search_type=vintage&ga_facet=vintage%2Fclothing" target="_blank">pullover</a>, which prompted a sudden intervention, staged and executed by my languishing bank account.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[via etsy]</span></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-86217856749946847432011-08-05T00:13:00.001-04:002011-09-15T11:35:14.784-04:00i got the feelin' i'm a-fallin'<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=080511_kittyflat-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/080511_kittyflat-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i don't mean to be dramatic, but if you could boil my very aura down to its essential elements and then reconstruct those mercurial intangibles into a pair of shoes, this would be it.<br /><br />if anyone needs me, i'll be staring at my bank account and intermittently scribbling furiously on a piece of scrap paper, trying to see if i can justify an eight hundred dollar pair of flats.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[via <a href="http://www.charlotteolympia.com/" target="_blank">charlotte olympia</a>]</span></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-63678478048898657842011-07-29T11:08:00.000-04:002011-07-29T11:08:00.601-04:00they know i'm the king of the cool jerks<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=072911_newport.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/072911_newport.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">off to rhode island with alley to see the newport folk festival - be back in a jiffy.</span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-36928946813230131812011-07-26T00:13:00.004-04:002011-09-15T11:37:10.060-04:00ain't got time to take a fast train<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=072611_flightattendantyellow.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/072611_flightattendantyellow.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">stumbled across cliff muskiet's incredible collection of flight attendant uniforms while doing research for work - i'll spare you the wistful rant about how things just aren't as good/stylish/awesome as they used to be. the pictures speak for themselves.<br /></span></div><br /><center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=072611_flightattendantred.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/072611_flightattendantred.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=072611_flightattendantbeige.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/072611_flightattendantbeige.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=072611_flightattendantblue.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/072611_flightattendantblue.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=072611_flightattendantgreen.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/072611_flightattendantgreen.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />[via <a href="http://www.uniformfreak.com/index2a.html" target="_blank">knoppen</a>]</span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-19049043791143318472011-07-24T12:12:00.002-04:002011-09-15T11:36:23.195-04:00turn like a wheel inside a wheel<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=072411_babylove.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/072411_babylove.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">oh, hello, wardrobe of my dreams! didn't see ya hiding out there in the pages of v magazine - good thing alley pointed you out to me! <span style="font-size:78%;">[via <a href="http://lesyeuxsansvisage-lincolntaft.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">les yeux sans visage</a>]</span><br /><br />i'm about to start listing <a href="http://pandorascloset.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-coolest-kids-we-know.html" target="_blank">kiernan shipka</a> as one my style icons. hers is by far one of the best features i've seen on the coveteur yet. <span style="font-size:78%;">[<a href="http://thecoveteur.com/Kiernan_Shipka" target="_blank">via</a>]</span><br /><br />i saw ryan gosling walking his dog the other day, which led to the rediscovery of this gem. <span style="font-size:78%;">[<a href="http://fuckyeahryangosling.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">via</a>]</span><br /><br />this article made cringe on multiple occasions. for the record, i've been a victim and perpetrator of this particular crime. <span style="font-size:78%;">[via <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/17/fashion/when-your-e-mail-goes-unanswered.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=leguizamo&st=cse">nyt</a>]</span><br /><br />miss griesser, you had me at striped romper and emerald green headscarf. <span style="font-size:78%;">[via <a href="http://www.backyardbill.com/pictures/lia-griesser-brooklyn-ny/">backyard bill</a>]</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[via vmag]</span></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-2983664136266984642011-07-22T02:05:00.006-04:002011-09-15T11:39:37.037-04:00wearing next to nothing 'cause it's hot as an oven<center><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uWxITFGc-6g?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="607" width="770"></iframe></center><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">they're saying temperatures are gonna reach one hundred degrees today and as my friend louis so eloquently put it, "it's humid as a nutsack in the jungle," so i'm throwing caution (and modesty) to the wind and rocking a black bra-cum-camisole as a top today. paired with high-waisted vintage sasson jeans and white keds, i'm directly channeling janet in "love will never do (without you)," but this perpetual sweaty sheen i've got going on is much more reminiscent of "got 'til it's gone." oh well.<br /></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-39161134793555671532011-07-19T16:20:00.001-04:002011-07-19T16:20:00.307-04:00give me time to realize my crime<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=071911_rhoda.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/071911_rhoda.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i can still remember sitting cross-legged on my mother's bed at four years old, watching her get dressed. it was 1992, and invitations to ritzy soirees weren't exactly flooding our staten island mailbox, but her stirrup leggings and acid wash trenchcoats have remained lodged in my memory the way i imagine evening gowns and ornate atomizers do for daughters of different tax brackets. evidence of my mother's past life sat in golden frames on top of the piano and between pages of forgotten photo albums - lacy white gloves and perfectly coiffed hair and from an even earlier era, a bared midriff and printed two-piece playsuit - but she was the sort of woman who'd wholeheartedly thrown seemingly every bit of her being into motherhood, trading high heels for trainers if it meant that i could have the finest dress shoes on the block.<br /><br />i was an incredibly shy child, crumbling into a teary mess when prompted to shake a stranger's hand and clinging desperately to my mother at nearly every social function, but at home, i was all too aware of my princess status and acted accordingly, skipping over starry-eyed admiration of my mother's fashion sense and offering scathing fashion commentary instead. to her credit, she took my critiques in stride, laughing it off when i told her in no uncertain terms that shoulder pads made her look like a quarterback and casually dismissing my unsolicited advice. if i wasn't buying into her aesthetic, then her aloof response to my commentary would influence me in any case - by the age of seven, i would already have made a habit of ignoring her fashion advice, as well.<br /><br />for the record, i still hate shoulder pads.</span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-61374098400760362182011-07-17T10:58:00.010-04:002011-09-15T11:40:37.837-04:00we got a little lot of what we want<center><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25252644?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" frameborder="0" height="542" width="770"></iframe></center><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">there's no such thing as showing up early to opening day at <a href="http://pandorascloset.blogspot.com/2011/05/moats-and-boats-and-waterfalls.html" target="_blank"">brimfield</a>. by sunrise, a dedicated cadre of collectors and aesthetic enthusiasts have been scouring twenty-three fields along a mile-long stretch of us rt. twenty for hours, looking to breathe new life into those pieces that evoke that visceral and gloriously ephemeral reaction - when it happens, you just know.<br /><br />this quest is not a task taken lightly. when <a href="http://lesyeuxsansvisage-lincolntaft.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"">alley</a> i showed up to do interviews - admittedly late to the party at six am - it took the best of our powers of persuasion to pry folks away from the fields for just a five minute chat. ladies and gentlemen - for your consideration, the fruits of our labor.<br /><br />fun fact: the opener on this video is a picture of all the stuff alley and i took home at the end of two days at brimfield - we did </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >damage</span><span style="font-size:85%;">. and then i went back for a third day.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[via stylelikeu]</span></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-81414114899419405842011-05-21T20:14:00.001-04:002011-06-02T09:19:39.587-04:00i'm through, can you sing the song for me, boo?<center><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qxqtnWwLxYI?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="468" width="770"></iframe></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">this is a stupidly cute video accompanying a stupidly cute song, sung by a stupidly cute girl surrounded by stupidly cute extras doing stupidly cute things in stupidly cute outfits. sometimes a hearty helping concentrated cuteness really turns me off. this is not one of those times.</span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-64790535726752608212011-05-17T22:13:00.002-04:002011-05-17T22:26:05.538-04:00moats and boats and waterfalls, alleyways and pay phone calls<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=051711_brimfield1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/051711_brimfield1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=051711_brimfield2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/051711_brimfield2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=051711_brimfield3.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/051711_brimfield3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=051711_brimfield4.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/051711_brimfield4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=051711_brimfield5.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/051711_brimfield5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">made my very first trip out to brimfield last tuesday and wednesday on assignment for stylelikeu, and i loved it so much that i traveled all the way back to go again on sunday. consider me hooked.</span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-83412975386462070622011-04-25T09:00:00.000-04:002011-04-25T09:00:14.595-04:00we dance to the beat of love lost and then won back<a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=042511_mickeysweatshirt.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/042511_mickeysweatshirt.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />there was a time when i would buy pretty much any piece of clothing that had a disney character on it, with the exception of especially saccharine pieces from theme parks and the like. as a result, friends and family began to snatch up disney memorabilia indiscriminately on my behalf, resulting in a collection consisting of a few gems and a whole lot of filler.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">learning to incorporate my ongoing disney obsession into my wardrobe has forced me to calm my trigger finger, but when i wandered into </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="https://www.funkyfannys.com/shop/">funky fanny's</a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> at the brooklyn flea, i knew i'd found some kindred spirits. after snatching up a</span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="https://www.funkyfannys.com/shop/index.php?page=shop.product_details&flypage=vmj_genx.tpl&product_id=80&category_id=6&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=9"></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> beauteous mickey </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="https://www.funkyfannys.com/shop/index.php?page=shop.product_details&flypage=vmj_genx.tpl&product_id=80&category_id=6&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=9">cap</a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">, which is being reserved for an especially bright and sunny day this summer, i headed over to their online outpost, where they have an entire shopping section dedicated to the mouse. there, i found the mickey sweatshirt of my dreams, vaguely varsity-esque stripes, loose fit, and felt mickey appliqué and all. of course, it didn't hurt that it's the exact one that one of my </span><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://stylelikeu.com/closets/lizzy-and-darlene-okpo/">major girl crushes</a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> happens to own. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">winning abounds.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">[via funky fanny's]</span></span><br /></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-83569669348907156142011-03-27T11:12:00.003-04:002011-04-03T22:43:37.142-04:00burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=040311_brucedavidsonbkgang.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/040311_brucedavidsonbkgang.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">every now and then, it occurs to me that i'm essentially a walking public service announcement for the old adage that you should be careful what you wish for.<br /><br />i was that girl who cited season affective disorder as a (frequent) excuse for skipping class, only to find that when warmer days came around, it was far too pretty outdoors to waste precious hours of daylight in a lecture hall. i complained about having to wear a variety of catholic school uniforms for a solid fifteen years until i graduated from high school and fell into my own uniform of jeans, flats, and t-shirts - a blessedly brief phase. and after lamenting intermittently over the fact that i couldn't rustle up anything dynamic enough to write about, i now find myself immersed in a job that serves up an overwhelming amount of inspiration on a daily basis while simultaneously leaving me with little to no time to do anything else.<br /><br />still, one good adage deserves another, so if i underestimated the side effects of the lifestyle i hoped for, then i say, "if at first you don't succeed, try, try again."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[via <a href="http://thewhistles.blogspot.com/">the whistles</a>]</span><br /></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-30095938467260287172011-03-02T22:36:00.001-05:002011-03-02T22:37:26.291-05:00sweet dream, sweet dream, strange magic<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=030211_katespade.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/030211_katespade.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><br /><center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=030211_katespade2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/030211_katespade2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i catch a lot of side eye when i profess my love for <a href="http://www.katespade.com/">kate spade</a>, but i'm not really sure why. most of her clothing isn't really for me, but these accessories are like pure joy bathed in sunshine on a cloudless spring day.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[via kate spade]</span></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-35310269172510881892011-02-11T12:00:00.001-05:002011-04-03T21:26:46.904-04:00we're so in love when we hug we become paralyzed<center><object height="602" width="770"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEUX-HYRtUA?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEUX-HYRtUA?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="602" width="770"></embed></object></center><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">an early valentine from me to all of you. you're welcome.<br /><br />p.s.: "yo, l, stop frontin', you know you wanna get ill, boy. come on, man, what's <span style="font-style: italic;">up</span>?!" should win an award for longest string of slang non-sequiturs ever.<br /></span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-26103677477514800972011-01-10T00:00:00.001-05:002011-01-10T01:02:49.311-05:00des paniers, des bouteilles, des paquets, et la radio<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=011011_orangesweaterlook-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/011011_orangesweaterlook-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;">october 2010</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">as you can see, i still love this sweater and the concept of striking a proper pose <a href="http://pandorascloset.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-your-backbone-slip-do-watusi-like.html" target="_blank">still cracks me up</a>.</span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1461849974402790351.post-12779706505102342172011-01-07T12:02:00.007-05:002011-01-07T12:02:00.356-05:00jammin' on the one<center><a href="http://s260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/?action=view&current=010711_denisehuxtable.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii35/pandorascloset/010711_denisehuxtable.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">while i'd need a bit more time to sort through the <a href="http://pandorascloset.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-born-in-house-with-television.html"target="_blank">countless hours of television</a> that i either rotted or enriched my mind with during my childhood - depends on how you look at it - i'm willing to bet that this is one of best opening sequences ever. i actually keep this song in periodic rotation on my itunes. best elevator music i've ever heard too, cliff!<br /></span></div><br /><center><object height="602" width="770"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U89JzKaVNEo?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U89JzKaVNEo?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="602" width="770"></embed></object></center><div style="text-align: right;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(the variety of knitwear on display in this clip is phenomenal.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">while a good portion of the series was a bit too twee for me, i'm still incredibly proud of the fact that i own nearly <a href="http://pandorascloset.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-sunsets-in-midnights-in-cups-of.html"target="_blank">the same pants</a> that denise is rocking in this very sequence, mostly because denise was definitely the edgiest part of the show. i found them by chance at a sweet little vintage shop in st. pete - coincidence, not channeling - but i have been actively coveting lisa bonet's locks lately. the seed of the idea was planted over the summer when i began spotting <a href="http://www.openingceremony.us/products.asp?menuid=2&catid=15&productid=24292" target="_blank">lizzy okpo of opening ceremony</a> on the staten island ferry. call me a fashion fiend if you like, but even if i weren't oc-obsessed, the girl is stunning and nearly impossible to miss. anyway, i never got up the nerve to say anything to her, but her style and presence is phenomenal and i found myself creepily checking her out from afar like a starstruck fangirl and marveling at her knee-length braids for so long that it was only a matter of time until i started wanting them for myself.<br /><br />unfortunately, the fact of the matter is that i have pretty short hair to begin with and i've been known to beg for freedom after just a few weeks wearing less intense forms of hair extensions in the past, so the chances of this particular look coming to fruition might have to wait. luckily, pretty much every other aspect of lisa bonet's style is just as desirable, so i can always keep myself busy with that.<br /><br />in other news, raven-symone was mind-bogglingly adorable. i mean, look at her.<br /><br />p.s.: i'm going to get my chance to meet her after all - we're shooting lizzy and her sister, darlene, today for an upcoming slu feature!<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />[via <a href="http://www.kissmyblackass.org/1288/" target="_blank">inside the mind of suz</a>]</span></div>roxannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330463698852855073noreply@blogger.com3