I had a real fashion dilemma: my boyfriend Steve invited me out; transportation was via his psychedelic painted chopper. So what to wear? Well...I'd done the boho thing, and you've seen me do the moto thing, now, is it possible the twain could somehow meet? Sure, I thought to myself, recalling a rerun episode of the ole TV show, 'Lost in Space'. 'Lost in Space'? What's that got to do with it? Here I'll show you what came to mind:
The Robinson family encounter this group of space based bikers. The original TV show 'Lost in Space', was created in the '60's, and somehow these biker dudes seemed a wee bit like hippies to me. It must have been the way they talked: all of the "man" and "groovy" and "chic" stuff had that '60's era ring to my ears. Plus, their clothes. Sure they wear the silvery, metallicish pants or jackets that seem ubiquitous to the 'Lost in Space' world, then again, they also wear fringed suede vests or even fur vests.
Of course, that doesn't make them hippies, nor the lingo, check this out:
Biker gang movies from the '60's talked the same talk, and walked almost the same walk, just no silver metallic rave-nish pants, helmets or jackets. Probably Irwin Allen was thinking about 'Born Losers' more than hippies, though I get the feeling he equates the two together.
Anyway, that's the source of my inspiration. Now, I wrote the post about moto fashion, did the sum up of Polyvore motohippy sets, now it's time to show motohippy in action.
First off what'd be a good, shall we say, foundation for the whole look? Probably these boots:
Hornos, advertised made in the good ole USA, says made in Mexico on the soles; not that made in Mexico is necessarily a bad thing for thigh high boots. Hand made, too. Though they don't look it. Whatever. Seemed like the best place to start, what with the cool color scheme.
So. Here's how it all turned out:
Certainly, the boots blend well with the jacket. And. That psychedelic painted Harley Davidsonish hog. Fortunately, it's a twin seat; much more comfortable riding it.
Here's the outfit without the jacket:
We took a long, long ride. Started in East Lansing, had lunch in Royal Oaks (vegetarian, yet), made a quick stop in the ole Big D, then out to Kalamazoo to this yuppieish/hipsterish coffee shop for a cup of joe. Then: back to East Lansing. Wehhh!
No animals were harmed in this outfit: everything's PU, or maybe the boots aren't: don't want to subject them to the burn test. Course, the bralet and scarf aren't PU; they don't really count.
So. That's the motohippy thang. Or at least one look of it. I'm planning more explorations into the realm of moto, so look out for those.
Hope you enjoyed this one, and, you have a good one.
Catchya later.
Ciao.
This post is all about what I wore on a movie date with my boyfriend Steve. To set the scene: we went to the Laurel Park Phoenix theater to see 'Deepwater Horizon'. A fairly nice little theater, more like watching a movie in your friend's mom and dad's house's den; the movie? Well, it was so bad we left less than half way through. First I sent Steve on a mission to find for me something to wet my whistle on other than Coke or Pepsi, second, I went on a little mission of my own, this time to find out what was taking Steve so long. Needless to say, neither of us made it back for the film's, I'm sure, anti-climatic (no pun there), ending. No loss. We were expecting a bad movie, just not that bad, anyway, going to a movie on a date is never about how good the movie is going to be, right?
Not too long a digression there. So. Back to fashion. What was I going to wear? Well, started off with these:
Got another pair just like them except no back lacing.
Then, I wound up looking like this:
That's outside the theater. It's tough to find since it's inside this largish mall and can easily be mistaken for a store.
Here's two more shots, one from the rear, the other, a little to the sidish:
The bag, hat, jacket, and gloves go with the boots pretty darn good; not that great riding on the back of a motorcycle. So, what's underneath? Um, well...I think I wore a similar outfit in my last post about going on a movie date, and I think I mentioned something about a Scotsman and his kilt, and a joke. So...what was said there, applies here as well.
Guess that's it for today. Check back again for more interesting stuff. Probably going to do a holiday/gift type of thing, not sure what the subject will be about.
Catchya later.
Ciao.
Totally sorry that all you've been getting out of this blog is just Polyvore sets. Sure, they're great, hey, I've got almost 2000 of them on here, but I'm sure you want some live action fashion.
And that's what today's post is all about.
So, this guy asked me out to go see, 'Fate of the Furious', already seen it, but said yes to be with the guy. Sounds like the start of bad joke, huh? Nah, this is totally on the level.
Now, what to wear? Well, it was a date and it was this past May, so I needed something a little bit warm, and a little bit hot, and this is what I came up with:
Here I am in the Phoenix theater State-Wayne movie theater; the lobby looks adorable and I think my date found my outfit the same. Basically, a bodycon, black PU jacket, bucket fedora, thigh high platform boots, and a fake reptile purse. You know how I use the phrase wee bit, well, more than a wee bit? And it sounds a little Scottish? And, did you ever hear the joke about what's under a Scotsman's kilt? Well...I guess you'll have to check out my Tumblr blog to find out, but don't forget about the Scotsman and his kilt.
Here's another shot at the refreshment stand:
I went to the salon before the date for a new perm. Makeup is Covergirl, oriented in the earth tone palette.
And here's another pic inside the theater:
We didn't have any trouble finding seats - only a few other people besides us - which is a good thing since the theater has only 6 rows of seats. A small intimate theater, intimacy is good for a date; not so good for the full movie theater experience.
So, how was the movie, Naomi, you ask? Well, I'd already seen it before the date, and was a little preoccupied during the date, enough said.
As Porky Pig says, that's all folks. Check back again for more exciting posts.
Catchya later.
Ciao.
Summer time. Loud noises. Getting on the nerves of parents and neighbors? Nope, because this Summer my friends and I took a trip down memory lane to our local music festival. What better time than the warm, hazy days of Summer to hear some tunes; standing out in the snow or cold rain wouldn't be fun.
So when my good friend Dani called me and excitedly told me about a big music festival in our area, naturally, our conversation quickly turned to making plans to check it out. Dani is a huge fan: she's the girl who knows who's headlining every festival a year before it happens.
Well, it wasn't exactly in our area and the ticket prices for these big events ain't exactly cheap. That's why we roped in our friend Denise and her boyfriend, whose very cool custom van seemed up to the task at hand. You see, the festival was for more than one day and we needed a place to crash. Sure we brought along a tent or two, but, being good friends and all, bunking together in the van wasn't out of the question. Call it a slumber party for the college set.
Blasting off from the big D, the tunes blasting from the van's ole CD player all the way - on the highway of course, not too many house along there, and don't want to annoy the neighbors remember - the trip wasn't half bad., no, it was excellent. Steve didn't bring his motorcycle this time so we rode together in Denise's boyfriend's van, a perfect opportunity for some friendly bonding. Besides, I'm not sure how comfortable a 200 mile trip on the back of a Ducati would be.
So, here's a photo in the parking lot, actually, not sure it was THE parking lot, just where we ended up parking.
Being Summer time, I picked this outfit: a light and airy jumpsuit, huge wide, cutout hippy belt, fringed PU hippy bag (it's in the other photos), a wide brim festival hat, I guess you'd call it, to keep unwanted rays off, totally groovy heart shaped sunglasses, and one concession to the rock lifestyle: thigh high platform boots. They aren't all that bad since they have these cool flower cutouts along the sides and the heels are fairly wide and not that slopeish. If you look closely you can see them peeking through the jumpsuit's pant leg parts.
You might notice a change somewhere, yep, decided a strawberry blonde was good to go for Summer. You know what they say, blondes have more fun, which is what I was about to find out the truth of.
We left Detroit very early in the morning, more like night time, because we didn't want to miss that afternoon's shows. After the first couple sets, I managed to convince Steve to go with me to try and finagle a way back stage. Now, I'm not exactly the girl who decorates my room with neon wristbands and all access passes, though I do have some prior groupie experience. Surprisingly, it didn't take any special considerations to get backstage, we just walked on through a gate.
Now, we're back stage, partying with some of the artists, and I don't know what Steve was drinking but he obviously had too much of it, because he started getting sick. One of the rock stars I was talking to turned to me: "Is that your boyfriend puking over there?" Awkward. What was I going to say? Here's my big chance, didn't want something to blow it, yet, I care for Steve.
Discretion got the better of honor, so, me, disappointed and embarrassed: "Yep, that's him..."
Me, changing the subject, "Say is that your tour bus over there? I've never been in one of those, do you think you could, you know, take me on a little tour?"
Which was true, up until the point where the guys said yes and we piled into their bus, away from puking Steve. Not exactly the magic bus, but let me tell you baby, this baby was swank. Fully loaded to the gills.
Hanging out with the musicians in their hip bus, I started feeling dizzy. Couldn't tell if it was the sun, being up all night, then standing all day in a big crowd, the excitement of being back stage, no, it was something else: one of the guys, I think he was a member of their crew, told me he'd slipped a mickey into my drink. Yep, it was nice of him to be honest, but this was the first time I ever used drugs. Feeling, well, high? I guess you'd call it? Had some problems with the jumpsuit: the darn thing wouldn't stay up. Felt like asking the guys to adjust the straps though they had an idea that seemed better to them: the extra stuff in my drink combined with the guys increased curiosity about what was under my see through jumpsuit, and pretty soon I decided to show them. No, it was not a date rape drug, and no, just me and my boots was not exactly part of the plan, it just felt right under the circumstances. Sorry Steve.
After my little, yet peculiar sojourn, I met up with Steve in Denise's boyfriend's van. I knew Steve would be there. I figured he'd beat a hasty, embarrassed, yet circumspect retreat, and where else could he go? Nursing Steve back to health occupied the better part of the day, but hey, that's the rock and roll lifestyle right?
Steve missed a big part of the next day's events and his true gentlemanishness showed through when he told me to go on ahead. wasn't as exciting as the day before, the tour bus I and the rock band and company had come to know so well, had left for greened pastures, greener groupies, I'd bet.
I wasn't expecting to be invited on a "little tour" as I called it, not sure what I'd say if asked, though still, watching that day's performances from afar, I felt, well, a little misty eyed.
Steve eventually joined us in the evening, feeling much better. And that's all folks: the shows came to an end and we had another fun drive that evening back to Detroit.
Well, here's hoping you're having a fun filled Summer
enjoying the tunes, wherever they are, of your choice.
Don't forget to check here again for more exciting fashion adventures, good stuff is coming up.
Catchya later.
Ciao.
"Gosh! You're very tall!" the guy noted, lowering his camera. "It's the boots dude." I explained. The guys wanted a photo of me standing beside a stadium truck, just one of the exciting activities at this year's Detroit Grand Prix.
This year's Grand Prix was different from last year's. For one, I was working the Grand prix as a car/promo girl not a spectator. Another difference was my outfit. It wasn't intended to be a car girl uniform though that's what it ended up being. It was my to-work-outfit, that so impressed the boss he suggested I wear it full time. Great! By the end of the day the boots wound up almost killing me.
So, about the outfit: starting at the top: worn this hat before. Seemed a perfect choice, looks a bit like the paint schemes on some folks' fast cars. Next a PU jacket/skirt combo, certainly looks race worthy. Funny thing about it is that it reminds me of an outfit from a not very good online game I had been playing. Yes, I'll admit it, like most college students I've played my share of online games. This game, a little embarrassing, it's called Big Bang Empire, here's a screen shot:
The color scheme and pattern on the game's jumpsuit and the jacket/sirtsuit on me are startingly similar. Funny, the skirt/jacket
combo are (or were) distributed by Dabawaw, best known for a sort of fairy fashion / anime type style. The big joke, I suppose,
is the online games setting is well, different let's say. When I first saw the jumpsuit in game, I swore I could have seen it before and had to double check my closet to make sure. A bit racy? Yes, but this is an auto race. To complete the outfit: thigh high platform boots. They match the hat pattern wise with a '70's feel to boot.
Well, here's the start of my day, greeting race fans at the track entrance:
Got another request from a fan for a photo shoot, you'll note no top -there's still a jacket, however - seemed a bit superfluous once the weather and job requirements had been taken into consideration. Apparently, the no bag rule wasn't in effect for the Grand Prix, that, though, is not the reason for a purse being absent from my assemblage. Purses and bags simply aren't part of the whole car girl image, so I left mine in my locker. Good thing I didn't leave it in my car, because then I'd have to contend with the whole chicken and the egg car key contradiction.
Last year's Grand prix I went with my ex Buddy and this year I bumped into him here again. I had that funny feeling he'd
be here...must be his voracious interest in anything automotive. Feelings weren't especially warm, though civil. Summing things up, here's a shot from the race track paddock of that stadium truck going through it's paces, plus, yours truly.
Normally the stadium trucks race on a dirt track, learned that cuddled up with Buddy watching some stadium truck races
on TV. For the Detroit Grand Prix, they had to set up ramps. Oops! Forgot the mirrored sunglasses, a definite part of the car girl's wardrobe. So that's it from another exciting Detroit Grand Prix. If you can make it to Detroit, it’s a can’t-miss stop. You can always watch the races from the streets if you don't want to splurge for a ticket. Check back here again for more about the exciting world of fashion. And, I've got another youtube video up. I'm not the star but if you have a taste for fake croc bags, you should watch.
Catchya later.
Ciao.
The Robinson family encounter this group of space based bikers. The original TV show 'Lost in Space', was created in the '60's, and somehow these biker dudes seemed a wee bit like hippies to me. It must have been the way they talked: all of the "man" and "groovy" and "chic" stuff had that '60's era ring to my ears. Plus, their clothes. Sure they wear the silvery, metallicish pants or jackets that seem ubiquitous to the 'Lost in Space' world, then again, they also wear fringed suede vests or even fur vests.
Biker gang movies from the '60's talked the same talk, and walked almost the same walk, just no silver metallic rave-nish pants, helmets or jackets. Probably Irwin Allen was thinking about 'Born Losers' more than hippies, though I get the feeling he equates the two together.
Hornos, advertised made in the good ole USA, says made in Mexico on the soles; not that made in Mexico is necessarily a bad thing for thigh high boots. Hand made, too. Though they don't look it. Whatever. Seemed like the best place to start, what with the cool color scheme.
Certainly, the boots blend well with the jacket. And. That psychedelic painted Harley Davidsonish hog. Fortunately, it's a twin seat; much more comfortable riding it. 
We took a long, long ride. Started in East Lansing, had lunch in Royal Oaks (vegetarian, yet), made a quick stop in the ole Big D, then out to Kalamazoo to this yuppieish/hipsterish coffee shop for a cup of joe. Then: back to East Lansing. Wehhh! 
