Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: Principessa For The Day

Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic

The daily chronicle of a fashion-and-beauty obsessed, style-writing, pseudo-Angeleno who made her way from the Great White North to La-La Land -- otherwise known as Los Angeles, California -- and back again. Till the next big city calls out her name, that is.

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I'm a Vancouverite who moonlighted as an Angeleno. My momma is the best in the entire world, and I'll argue you hoarse on that one. I've been in love only once in my life. The East Coast calls me but the West Coast is in my blood. Social butterflies -- and party animals -- are a great species. Fashion and writing will be the death of me, but what a way to go. Carine Roitfeld is fabulous. I would die a painful death if art, design, photography, fashion, music and dancing did not exist. Always kind of wondered why Smurfette was the only girl in town. I can't draw. Absolutely believe everything happens for a reason. I feel so lucky to have the girlfriends that I do. I'm a total sun baby. Think I might be a workaholic. I may have slight road rage. Ice cream and hockey are religions. I buy too many glossy magazines. Nothing beats someone with a killer sense of humor. Chivalry is really not dead. I'm a victim of minor vertigo and a serious lead foot. Always up for meeting people from paths different than mine and crossing paths with old friends. At the very end of it all, I want to be able to look back and say: Yeah, I sure lived a damn good life.

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Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Principessa For The Day

My weekend sure consisted a lot of window shopping during the day.

I hadn't yet gotten the chance to check out Abbott Kinney in Venice since my residency in Santa Monica began this past May, but Sunday seemed like the perfect day to do so.

Though I was pretty hungry and cranky by the time my pal R. and I started perusing the shops, the pangs subsided (a little) when we entered this fabulous and cozy little boutique called Principessa. The vibe was completely bohemian couture: Desanka tops, Loeffler Randall peep-toe flats, and my absolute FAVORITE -- a beyond gorgeous white, turquoise blue, and gold top/short dress by Milly of New York.

The tag screamed, "Out of your budget!", but I'm waiting for that mega blow-out sale.

And that better be damn soon, preferably before the summer lets out and before my tan begins to fade.

I'm Lovin' it: Indie clothing labels with awesomely funny names. Hits from this weekend include Young Fabulous & Broke (complete with a black and white photo that looks very JT LeRoy-ish) and Super Lucky Kitty.

I'm Over it: American Apparel. Didn't like the store at all. I suppose cotton clothing -- especially plain cotton stretch skirts for nearly $40 -- is not my steez. Creepy, intense cashier guy didn't help the situation any either.

Track of the Day: "Hard to Beat" by Hard Fi. These Londoners seriously rock the freakin' house. They're definitely 80s-influenced. Which is great, since I'm an 80s baby!