Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: Som Like It Hot

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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Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Som Like It Hot

Ah, what wouldn't I give to be lounging at a resort somewhere. Especially considering summer decided to go all MIA this week in Vancity, leaving behind grey skies mid-July, completely reminiscent of our fall going into winter and our winter going into spring.

Taking into account my current work schedule, me and a resort vacay is clearly out of the question. Therefore, I must live vicariously through all the PYTs that are both able to jet-set the exotic locales in private planes and afford this stellar Resort 2008 collection from Peter Som.

A good chunk of NYC's biggest socialites live and breathe Peter Som. Just check out the stills from New York Social Diary or Park Avenue Peerage (the new Socialite Rank, now that the latter is defunct). Som silhouettes and proportions are certainly flattering to the feminine form (despite all socialites being nearly emaciated) -- his pretty details are even better. His Resort 2008 collection rebuffed the skinny pant, leaning toward the extra-wide, sailor-style hems paired with either loose or form-fitting sleeveless tops.

What really got me going was the designer's seemingly odd pairing of the colors bright lime green (on the bottom) and muted blue-grey (on top, naturally). Sounds hideous on paper, but the result is very fresh, very modern. And it appears blue -- in all shades -- ruled this collection.

Me likey some Som.

I'm Lovin' it: These lovely chick-itas are KILLIN' it in yellow and colors. I can't get over the first girl's vintage vinyl necklace on a thugged out gold chain paired with lady-like ensemble -- white gloves included. She's so "flava-flaaaav!"

I'm Over it: Rain, rain, go away on this supposed summer day...

Band of the Day: If I were P. Diddy on the MTV's "Making The Band", I'd totally make Van She. But since they've all gone and made themselves already, I'll dance out hardcore to their music. This wee quartet is about 80s post punk, synthesizers, funky tunes and electronica de Paris, releasing their debut EP in 2005 to some considerable buzz. They remix like crazy, from The Klaxons to Feist to New Young Pony Club to The Bravery to fellow Aussie consorts, Sneaky Sound System. Van She me any day.