The Styley

The Styley: Can you tell me what the story is behind your shoes?

Jessica Cook: I got them from Beacon's Closet. They were $15. I think they're Sven, but I'm not sure. I love gold shoes.

The Styley: What is the story behind your skirt?

Kate Logue: It's actually a dress. I bought it after work one day. I needed something a little bit longer for the office--I work in publishing. I like the dress, but I don't love the way the top of it fits me, so I just started randomly tying sweaters over it.

TS: What's the story behind your fantastic skirt?

SM: I got it at a flea market in LA. I was there overnight. In the morning, I saw the flea market and went to it. I love lace and I like fabric...it…

What's the story behind your shirt?

I found this shirt in Bushwick, at my favorite vintage thrift store. The name is Urban Jungle. I…

What's the story behind your jacket?

This is a Rag and Bone jacket my mom sent me from Arizona, maybe a year or so ago. I loved it, I never wear it, and this week I thought it was a good…

After my trip to Greece I spent a weekend in Paris visiting my parents. As usual I spent some time wandering the streets of Paris, seeking inspiration. 

Does anyone remember the Rag & Bone outpost on Madison and East 73rd Street? I do, and fondly. At some point I noticed that it had disappeared, and while I wouldn't say that I've been actively mourning the loss, from time to time I find myself annoyed sad about the fact that I can't walk ten blocks and have immediate access to all the those perfect pants and boots and shirts. Sure, online has its perks, but let's face it: there's nothing like being able to get what you want EXACTLY WHEN YOU WANT IT.

Top Siders. People of certain ages and style persuasions see them and think: Oh, so Preppy Handbook, so country club, so getting your license to drive a Boston Whaler when you're fourteen.

While shooting streetstyle a few weeks ago, I walked by a cool looking place called Sel Rrose. Since Wednesday was my birthday, I decided to go there to celebrate. 

So it occurred to me, as I was editing all of my photos, that these blog posts could come off as, well, I don't know, sort of annoying? Like, take a minute out of your busy day to look at my fabulous life and feel bad that your life isn't nearly as fabulous? Anyone who's been on Facebook for any amount of time knows exactly what I mean. Even if you don't want to admit it.

So I know I said I'd post from Greece, but honestly, my roster was full. I had a TON of stuff to do every day, like...