some rad photoshop collages that our amazing intern Diksha Patel (I call her Bama because she's from Alabama and has the raddest and heaviest Southern Alabama accent... I LOVE it!!) amazing work Bama!! xx *bella*
30 October 2011
...welcome.to.jazzieland...
In this week’s episode of Jazzieland, Jazzie goes all Sex and the City on our behinds to tell us about her Mr. Big [warning: no happy ending as of yet]. In honor of television comparisons, we’ll call Jazzie’s love M and her ex-step daughter K (thank you Gossip Girl inspiration).
Jazzie and M were madly, head over heels in love. He was THE ONE and five years of ecstasy, along with the average nuclear fight blow up, smothered them in their duplex in Hollywood. K was 8 when the lovebirds got together and although she grew up with her mom in a different state, she looked up to Jazzie and their relationship was beyond words. Just the thought of K brought tears to Jazzie’s eyes as she explained their relationship.
“I was a cheerleader, so she was a cheerleader. I work with art and fashion and one day so will she. M always has to remind me to watch what I say online because K looks up to me and follows what I do.”Unlike the ironically similar fashion savvy Bradshaw, Jazzie has yet to move forward (or if you’ve seen the movies, get with Big) from the breakup that catastrophically ended at the same time as her mother’s life. Other relationships dull in comparison and five years later no relationship can compare to the one she once knew.
xoxo lil red
Written by the INCREDIBLY talented Sarah Lorsch... my little red.. my "William"...
whom articulates the crazy storm of my life into this vivid imagery with her perfectly poised words... when we first met, I told her to watch the movie Almost Famous for her "homework". She did. And ever since this amazing aspiring fashion journalist whom will one day be writing for the Purples, Numero's and I.D Magazine's as she articulates artists, such as myself in the most beautiful honest, raw, candid yet em-pathetically articulated glimpses into our lives...
I couldn't feel my heart bursting with more pride than when I read the way Little Red writes about me... she helps me get me even better... I feel honored to be your Pennylane, and your muse to write about my frantic fashion wildfire life that I live in... thank you for loving your trips into Jazzieland Little Red... xx
...jazzieland... by my "little red"...
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aIn this week’s episode of Jazzieland, Jazzie continues to deliver in her typical fashion monster state. Only this time, it’s all about the “arting” (styling) she is working on for a band on tour.
These boyz (hint, hint) are into labels, and Jazzie is trying to break them of that habit.
As you’ve all noticed, letterman jackets are ridiculously in this season. Instead of buying one from some high-end hoity-toity store, Jazzie purchased a no name letterman vest and is creating the rest from scratch.
“When people see his jacket and want it, they can’t have it because there is only one. You need to need me and I make sure you need to need me. You want what I make, but you can’t get it. That’s what creates culture and why people are wearing what they’re wearing.”
Jazzie’s favorite brand of the week, more drool-worthy than usual, is Kittinhawk. Based in Los Angeles, Allysun Maria Dutra is the slightly disturbed but entirely brilliant mastermind behind these pieces of artwork that you can wear if you’re lucky enough to
The website opens to a video of gorgeous girls dressed in head to toe black creations that look like they were the inspiration for The Black Swan. Headpieces dripping with bones, leather, crystals and feathers decorate the heads of every model. An unfortunate price tag of just under $200 for a delicately made headpiece comprised of chain and crystal has redirected where I will be spending my saved tips money.
Sadly, Allysun doesn’t personally sell her pieces online but a list of her buyers can be found on her page located throughout California, as well as New York City and Salt Lake City. If you are lucky enough to live in Los Angeles, her showroom is on Main Street, where you can find antlers decked out in crystals. In other words, a gothic hippie’s paradise.
...glee.moments...
I fucking love this song... Florence and the Machine's "Dog Days" makes me feel like belting out IMMEDIATELY into song- slamming my hands like a wild whiskey woman with my best friend I love to death J.P White who's killing it with his band Vains of Jenna (they're seriously so fucking rad, besides being badass rockstars- they're not just my clients- they're my family. Love you and miss you guys! Kill the Finland leg of the tour!) But J.P and I blasting this song on our way home from our usual nights blurred with red headed sluts, Heinekin's and vodka sodas at the Fox and Hounds... we BLASTED this song EVERY TIME home belting it OUT slamming the back the the cabbie's partition as he looks in his rear view to enjoy the show...
So yesterday... a few glasses of champagne into the official Halloween wardrobe preparation (which, obviously is quite different for me, being a celeb fashion stylist - designer- ya know... that stuff) makes it an ENTIRELY different ball game... don't worry- I'll share some carefully sober selected pics... ;) I frantically tell Katascha we need to ruuun to Sephora as fast as we can at Highland Hollywood at about 6pm on Friday night Halloween start, yesterday. real talk. two blondes. too much champagne. one mission. and it's hollywood blvd on the friday night of Halloween weekend. shit, we're fucked was my first thought...
But in my trying to stay calm but oh shit I'm drunk but relieved I'm wearing enormous sunglasses and my lynx fur was maybe a bad idea because it's warmer than I thought leaving the house... the "Dog Days" song starts trickling through the surround sound inside of Forever 21 on this Friday eve... and Katascha is nervously darting around trying to find "the sunglass station" for last minute details of her Adulteress ensemble (I was a gothic ballerina) (ya I know. I'm wearing what I wore in the Beautiful Decay photo shoot, shot by Photographer Sisilia Piring of Http://www.Idontdodigital.com (she's so rad I LOVE her and her work)! xx I starting feeling my body moving, and I start building up in song and I shit you NOT- IT BECAME A MOMENT OUT OF THE SHOW GLEE...
I STARTED THE BUILD UP GLANCING AT SHOES NEXT TO THE REGISTER AT FOREVER 21 WAITING ON KATASCHA LOOKING AT SUNGLASSES BEHIND ME. FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE'S SONG "DOG DAYS" COMES ON... I START KINDA SINGING... GETTING INTO IT- THE FOUR LATINA CHICKS LOOKING AT PLAID SNEAKERS IN FRONT OF ME TURNED UP FROM THEIR CAMERA PHONE FRENZY OF MY SUNGLASSES THE SIZE OF MY FACE WITH AN ENORMOUS LYNX FUR COAT ENSEMBLE AND START SINGING A LONG WITH ME- AND DANCING KATASCHA IS DANCING EVERYONE AROUND US IS SINGING AS I LEAD AROUND THE FUCKING STORE PHONES SCRAMBLING YET PEOPLE JOIN IN I JUMP ON A BENCH THE CLERKS ARE SINGING AND DANCING AROUND IN CIRCLES FROM THE COUNTERS IT WAS AMAZING AND THEN I REALIZED I HAD TO RUN OUT RIGHT BEFORE IT ENDS TO MAKE THE MOMENT SET PERFECTLY... I WISH YOU WERE THERE- BUT WHOMEVER TOOK PHOTOS AND VIDEOS LAST NIGHT AROUND 6 AT THE FOREVER 21 AT HOLLYWOOD HIGHLAND SEND THEM TO ME AND ILL POST! IT WAS SO RAD! XX
...pierce.your.albert...
dear ladies and gentlemen...
gentlemen... it's time to pierce your penis! well... ok, well... it's more like I'm about to tell you about the origin of the "Prince Albert" piercing... as my assistant Katascha regaled me with the knowledge of the origin of the "Prince Albert"... (the penis piercing)
As my bright eyed little blonde fabulously articulated the exact origin of this matter- I IMMEDIATELY felt an obligation... if not a duty as not only a human being- but as a fashion monster OBSESSED with not only costume history... but I love to know the origin of all customs, cultures... everything. I am constantly questioning everything- from authority being my most comfortable quarrel of them all- but deconstructing the thought of our everyday garb is a science of the critical analysis of semiotics that I love, am inspired by and is the a-ha! to my answers...
So how did the pierced pricker procure? Well Prince Albert is the one to thank ladies- for this little gem! As your image portrayed to your subjects is not one to take lightly... being the proper Prince in court, Prince Albert, husband to Queen Victoria in the 1800s- pierced his penis to "hook" it onto the side of his pants, as a boner would be a ROYAL MESS in public... with your tight flat front breeches busting open in public? Hell no! So thank you for starting your little penis pricking parade... because I must thank you personally myself as well... xx *bella*
28 October 2011
...walk.this.way...
a few days ago, my incredibly talented friend Samaire Armstrong asked if I would be her date, to the Rodeo Walk of Style event- and I couldn't have had more fun with my incredibly talented friend, I love who KILLED the carpet!! And taking in a breath taking speech from the icon... the empire... the person known as THE NECK... IMAN... and a beautiful speech by the Missoni family- meeting Margheritta... was everything. Fell in love all over the Missoni place and Edward... promise promise we're doing lunch before you jet back to New York my Missoni lover!! Amazing friends, my gorgeous sister... and rodeo drive filled with the iconic fashion gliterrati... little bella definitely felt at home on the beautiful street of Rodeo that was transformed into a spectacular event... stunning head to toe!
xx
*bella*
27 October 2011
24 October 2011
...walk.this.way...
a few days ago, my incredibly talented friend Samaire Armstrong asked if I would be her date, to the Rodeo Walk of Style event and Samaire, my ridiculously beautiful sister Margaret and I had the time of our lives- swooning over stunning Marabou coats in Missoni to feeling the chills up my spine, squeezing Nash's hand as Iman spoke... being around and surrounded with such influential and iconic figures that I look to and look up to... was a feeling beyond words I could ever express... a moment in time was frozen... and I am thankful I had my sister and my amazing friend to share this with me.... now here are some candid out takes of our fun of the evening!!
xx
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