New Year's Eve 2010- Feathered Leggings!

And I don't mean "patterned," either.

Oh, yes.

Well, it all started when I found this magazine

and stumbled across this story,

 

shot by Glen Luchford (link goes to article on blog Touch Puppet, a beautiful fashion photography blog)

and styled by Panos Yiapanis. (link goes to article on blog Youth Novels, with some of the most spectacular images of Tilda Swinton, a personal hero of mine)

The rose petal leggings"designed by stylist's studio" stuck in my mind for months, and I thought "those would make any normal-shaped person look dumpy, but they seem so... intensely cool."

And then, shopping for textured fabric at my favorite remnant haunt, I saw this dark chocolate feathered fabric, one-way stretch, and the texture reminded me of the RPLs.  I thought "Leggings.  If they're awful, at least I can go next Halloween as a convincing satyr."

They weren't awful.  They were kinda awesome.  And while parts of me DID in fact look a bit bigger,

I found I didn't mind so much.

New Years Eve at the Down and Out, DTLA, was more fun than it rightfully should have been, I certainly started the year off right.  And what's more, I made a sensation with the leggings.  Most repeated comment of the night:

"What the..FEATHERS?  Can I touch them?????"

And since I can't possibly take myself seriously as a photographer, next to Luchford or anyone else, I'll just throw this one in.

"I very well may be knitting a ranch house!"

One floor-length black sleeveless dress and a fistful of Mardi Gras pearl beads later, I was a real phony!

Nothing like some nice blue people to help fight away the Mean Reds.

I had a blast on Halloween, and everything in the costume was recycled.  The dress I whipped together from a very forgiving, very elastic cotton blend that I bought in remnant pieces at the cardboard condo, my favorite place to shop.  Took all of two hours, and although it was hardly a Givenchy, I still felt chic, appropriate, and warm.  I even borrowed a orange stuffed tabby for a few pics!

The Shorts- The Trouble Line

When I came across the fabric, at the Cardboard Condo, of course...

...the first thing I thought to myself was, "Hmmm- sorta... Cavalli, right?"  The second thought was, "Why do I already know I'm going to buy that, when I know I'll never be brave enough to wear it?"  My third thought was, "Oh, what will my mother say."  The last wasn't quite a question, just like it wasn't a question whether or not those chains would become shorts, and the shorts would be mine.

Side zip gold chain print stretch fabric ferociousness.

Oddly enough, my mother thought they were "too cute."  She absolutely refuses to be boring, fashion-wise.  I'll have to thank her for these genes when I see her this weekend.