Lately I’ve been noticing there has been a lot of buzz around multiple ear piercings. Bloggers are showing off their second hole (don’t be gross) all over Instagram, and just last week Jennifer Aniston, the woman that launched a thousand shag haircuts, got her cartilage pierced with Gucci Westman, makeup artist to the stars. I myself succumbed to the double pierce on a service trip in high school, my friend Kelly did it. I also had my cartilage, and for a brief time, my nose, which I got done in Portugal for 4 Euro. I’ve since taken out all of my piercings except my standard lobes, the OG, done at Piercing Pagoda for my tenth birthday. My facial features are somewhat dainty, particularly my ears, so I rarely wear earrings at all, but I’m not opposed to something small and tasteful (a Z perhaps?) in my still remaining second hole. However, if this is in fact the next iteration of the 90’s/early 2000’s resurgence I’m wary. Because you know what comes next: belly buttons. And that is one thing that this cruel cruel world doesn’t need to see again.
My cartilage also had a diamond in it. I got it done on the boardwalk with a Fake ID.
Looks like JAlba is on board too!
I also enjoy the bar in the second hole. Like these from Chicago-based designer Dana Rebecca!
Photos courtesy of: Instagram, Instagram, Dana Rebecca Designs
I recently finished Simon Doonan’s latest tome, The Asylum, Simon’s homage to the insane people that dictate what we wear. The Asylum manages to poke fun at the fashion industry through Simon’s behind-the-scenes stories and name dropping left and right while at the same time being poignant, as he reflects on fashion critics of yore, the effect of the AIDS epidemic on fashion, and how much the industry has changed. While the book does contain a lot of fashion references, Simon’s smart, David Sedaris-esque writing will capture a wide audience of reader. That, and he drops more than one Valley of the Dolls reference. #youhadmeathello
Fortunately I was able to actually say hello to Mr. Doonan himself, as he was having a book signing at Barney’s right here in Chicago.
I headed there after work, rushing to get there on time as I anticipated a line out the door. Much to my surprise, I waltzed right in, took a glass of champagne off of the silver tray, and waited in line behind three people to get my book signed. As I waited, I looked around the store, everyone was dressed in black, and I stood out like a sore thumb in my Pucci knockoff dress from Filene’s (RIP) I had specifically worn because I knew Simon’s fondness for florals and the 70’s. I guzzled the champagne that no one else was drinking and felt horribly out of place. As I contemplated sidling out the back door, it was my turn, and Simon was sitting at the table, smiling at me.
I introduced myself timidly and handed Simon my book. He looked up at me, smiled and said “that’s a groovy dress you’ve got on, Betsy”. I thanked him and took the book he signed, telling him how much I enjoyed his Slate column that day. His face lit up and he thanked me profusely, telling me how much that means to him. As I started walking away, he asked me what I did, continuing the conversation, and we chatted for a few minutes about this and that. Our conversation wasn’t particularly deep or memorable, but I will always remember the nice connection I felt with Simon, who is not only unapologetically true to himself, but is constantly imploring others to be the same. As I left Barney’s with my signed copy of the book and my head held high, I felt a little bad for Simon, the lone flower in the sea of all black.
I “kept” some of the highlights from the Nordstrom Half-Yearly sale. Shop a bit for yourself before you go into a panic holiday shopping. In the words of J.Crew: “Your closet thanks you too” Check out my finds on Keep.com.
A few weeks ago, I watched the documentary Ultrasuede: In Search of Halston on Netflix. While the film itself is OK–the director is just awful, I could not help but get swept up in the total glamour of Halston, as well as New York in the 70’s.
Halston was one of the first American designers that Europe began to take seriously. He invented the shirtwaist dress, eschewing the more structured, stuffy outfits women were wearing (think of the suits women in the 60’s used to wear), eventually leading the way for DVF to debut her iconic wrap dress that still remains her signature today.
An Ultrasuede Halston shirtwaist dress.
Image courtesy of metmuseum.org
Halston grew up in Iowa, heading to IU for college then studying at the Art Institute right here in Chi-town. He began his fashion career as a milliner, creating Jackie O’s infamous pillbox hat. Soon, he moved on to clothes.
Jackie in Halston Image courtesy of http://peggyoberlininteriors.com/blog
Already having created a name for himself among the social set, Halston quickly became the go-to for dressing celebs and the upper crust of New York. He soon became the toast of the town, known for his entourage of beautiful women (Halstonettes) that included Angelica Huston and Pat Cleveland, hanging out at Studio 54 with Liza Minelli, Andy Warhol, Elizabeth Taylor, the Jaggers, the list goes on.
NYE 1978 at Studio 54. Halston (second on left) with Biana Jagger, Liza, Andy Photo c/o: http://www.lilyandlamb.com
Halston expanded his empire into fragrances (complete with Elsa Peretti designed bottles), accessories, and even carpeting. Eventually he even did a collection for JC Penney, making him the first designer to partner with a store to create an affordable line for the masses.
Sadly, Halston got caught up in the party lifestyle, which eventually led to his demise, a common aftermath of the NYC party scene in the late 70’s. While I believe the mega-glamour of this time is unfortunately a thing of the past, you can still channel the effortlessly chic Halston look today. An homage to one of the greatest American fashion designers, and a cheers to an era of excess.
Don’t be surprised if you see me making an entrance at someone’s wedding in this getup.
I’m baaaaack! To my dear family and friends, thanks for noting my blogging absence. It means so much to me that you even take the time to read this in the first place. You all continue to bowl me over with your support. With that said, I’m giving it another go.
I’ve thought a lot over the past month about what it is I want to come out of all this. The reason I started this blog is because I like to write, I like fashion, and if thousands of other people can do it, well heck, so can I. I soon became caught up in the marketing aspect of blogging, social media strategies, marketing, gaining followers, etc. It became a chore, I wasn’t posting based on inspiration, I was posting because my editorial calendar was telling me to. It isn’t fair to me, who is doing this as a creative outlet, and it isn’t fair to you, the reader, to spend your time reading half assed posts.
So I’m throwing all that out the window. Cheers to the new and improved, Zang Blogs.
No one likes posts without photos, so here is one of me at an art show in the Loop back in September. Happy?