How many “t’s” is it OK to put on “hottttt” until it gets redundant? I don’t feel like I could put enough to express how much I dig this dude’s shirt:
Shirt from West Side Sinners, 8799 W. Colfax Ave., Lakewood.
I checked out the shop a few days ago and scored an authentic pin-up style swimming suit, halter neck, red with white polka-dots — even with the boy-cut legs. Tee hee. I don’t know why we girls subject ourselves to bikinis that ride up and fall off on in the wave pool when you can wear something this fun. I had been searching everywhere for a suit like this and called every logical shop in Colorado. West Side Sinners not only had it in red dot, but also blue dot and solid black.
I also found a gorgeous purple and black Bettie Page dress on sale. If you are familiar with the gal but not the clothing line, check it out: www.bettiepageclothing.com.
Sixty-three percent of the bosses I have ever had sported a ’stache. So I joke that if you have a ’stache, you’re in charge.
Either that, or a porn star. It really depends on the width of the upper-lip hair. The thinner, the naked-er you are whilest taking charge.
Want to rule the school but you can’t grow your own mustache, either because of a genetic malfunction or your gender?
Well, you are in luck.
Canadian designer Melanie Favreau has designed a mustache necklace – a disguise right around your neck, for $48.
As seen on Pearl Street: I am pretty sure this is a cigarette inside this dude’s earring hole.
If you are trying to quit smoking, just one glance at this fashion statement and you’ll probably never want to pick up a cig again.
Imagine sitting down in a tattoo parlor, offering your back to the artist and saying “Paint me with your needle.” You have no idea what will happen, and neither does he.
I did this and wrote about it.
Read the story here: www.dailycamera.com/news/2008/aug/07/fashion-beauty-beneath-the-skin-the-lesson-of/
Make sure you check out the video, too. It’s a time-lapse of about 40,000 photos/20+ hours of tattooing condensed into a few minutes. Completely amazing, watching the whole process unfold at warp speed.
But I guess it’s “my job” or whatever.
So I will keep it simple, straightforward and emotionless, even though I am hysterical with excitement.
Everything at the Guess store at the FlatIrons Mall is 50-90 percent off right now. I got fishnet-style SHOES for about $20; a black and gold strapless top for $4; and a leopard-print dress for about $30. And that wasn’t even really digging. The shoes.
The sales associate said the store has turned into a permanent Guess discount store (like an outlet, maybe?) and they will always have such massive sales from now on.
Now, please don’t go there and buy all of the clothes that I want to buy.
But at least you know. I’ve done my job, and now I’m off to go buy it all first.
When I was growing up, we had a completely rad basement because one entire wall was floor-to-ceiling a forest. Yes, it was a hideously fantastic ’70s-’80s (I don’t know; it was there when I was born) wallpaper mural.
A few months ago, I was looking for a new house to rent and ran across this one in Longmont with an entire room that was a forest scene. The landlord was apologetic, saying he meant to tear it out soon because it was really hurting the house’s renting potential.
Seriously? Maybe I am just too gangster for this decade, but I think that sounds fantastic. You don’t even have to hang pictures. No, you can’t. Or they look like they’re floating and they totally disrupt the vibes of your outdoor-indoor sanctuary.
OK, maybe I need medicated. But still, I swear wallpaper can be cool. If you don’t believe me (understandably), check this out:
I am about to write two things that will blow your mind.
1. I got a motorcycle.
2. I like pink.
OK, the second one might not shock you. I thought it was pretty obvious to anyone who’s ever met me or not even met me or just heard my name or knows I’m a fashion columnist. I mean, I wear tutus and stilettos to the grocery store. And soon, I will be wearing that underneath a riding jacket and helmet. (Which I keep calling “hat”… helmet is such a gross word.)
I went to the Longmont Kawasaki dealer this weekend to look at the riding gear and was delighted at what I found. Tight leather jackets. Urban-print hats, er, helmets. Leather gloves. I decided even if I wasn’t getting a bike, I would do my shopping there.
The sales associate kept pulling out the black and gray jackets. A red helmet. Silver. Finally, I asked him about the pink paraphernalia.
“You don’t look like the kind of girl who likes pink.” That was his response.
What? I don’t look like I like pink? My life revolves around poodles and lipstick. My bathroom is pink. My fingernails were pink. My HAIR is freaking pink. If I don’t look like the kind of girl who likes pink, who does? That’s like saying Simon Cowell doesn’t look like a black T-shirt kind of guy.
In spite of that dude’s comment, here is some of my favorite pink motorcycle gear:
Unless you know me personally, you don’t realize the novelty of that concept. I don’t actually own T-shirts.
A friend gave me a corset for Christmas last year. Her husband was like, “Uh, isn’t that a bit personal to give your friend?” And her response was perfect: “Oh, Aimee wears corsets like other people wear T-shirts.”
It’s true. And in fact, I started out today wearing one.
Then I heard about a shocking study that turned my fashion world upside down: When polled, the vast majority of men say they think a woman is prettiest when she’s wearing jeans, a T-shirt and a ponytail.
When I heard this (on the radio, mind you. I couldn’t find the actual study online anywhere), I had to laugh. All stylists I’ve ever interviewed agree that the universally most flattering thing for a woman to wear is an A-line dress. I agree, which is why my closet contains 99 percent dresses and a few other things, I don’t really know what, I should probably ship it all to Good Will.
I went home and told my boyfriend about the study. I laughed. Then he stopped me.
“No, it’s true,” he said.
I stood stunned. First, because I couldn’t even remember the last time I wore jeans. How uncomfortable - having to have fabric sewn tightly between your legs like that! And T-shirts don’t have twirling capacity. Plus - yawn. How boring. I couldn’t imagine getting excited about wearing the single most cliche outfit in the United States. But did my boyfriend think I was not looking my best for him because I had (gasp!) been dressing up all this time?
Then, boyfriend explained. Girls who wear jeans and T-shirts look relaxed and friendly. (The dress thing tends to insinuate “high maintenance,” he said. I nodded in agreement; at least I was disclaiming my personality upfront.) He said when a girl wears jeans and a T-shirt, she’s saying she’s happy with where she’s at; that she’s not looking for a hook-up. She’s content with the man she’s with, and, of course, in the spirit of manly competition, that makes her even more appealing to every other guy, which, in turn, makes her even hotter to her actual boyfriend.
I was confused. Not to mention, feeling oddly overdressed in my black and pink corset.
I’ve always learned best experientially, so I decided to go purchase one of these T-shirt things. At Urban Outfiters, I found the perfect one. Not only was it made out of cotton and didn’t have eyelets or lace anywhere on it (weird…), it had the big cartoon grin of Wonder Woman on the front. If I was going to do this T-shirt biznas, I was going to do it right. Bring out the big guns.
I was walking back from Urban, and it happened: a man gawk, from a guy I had walked past earlier who then hadn’t even looked up from his coffee at Trident. I had to stop and ask him.
“What is it about T-shirts that guys like so much?”
His answer tied it all together.
“I guess it’s because they’re quick, easy and simple,” dude on the street explained.
Suddenly, I realized: The male criteria for beautiful has an inverse relationship with how long it takes to achieve said beauty, i.e. get ready in the morning. And maybe quick, easy and simple is how the majority of men like their girlfriends.
In which case, I’m sticking with the corset.
I’d rather be high-maintenance and complicated than quick and easy.
In case you do like T-shirts, here are a few from Urban that I thought were funny. You know, to wear to bed or something.
$14.99 Batik Gun Tee
$19.99, No Evil Tee
On the other side of the scale, what the HECK is this outfit on Urban’s page?
This is worse than soccer mom jeans. It’s soccer mom high-waisted, pleated khakis — WITH a braided belt, which went out in the early ’90s and have not been out long enough to be vintage and novel again.
AND, for heaven’s sake, I am growing ill here, her sleeves are rolled, and the T-shirt is tucked in.
Why?
Why.
I don’t care if you’re trying to be “unique” and “clever,” Urban Outfitters, look at the basic fit of this outfit. It looks repulsive and makes this otherwise beautiful model look hideously misshapen. Imagine how stupid the rest of us non-models would look in something like this? Nothing about this outfit is right.
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