While walking back home from the Creatures of Comfort store opening yesterday, I ran into this little guy, who like a good wing-dog, was waiting for his friend to finish chatting up ladies at a local bar.

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Kisses @ La Cita in Los Angeles

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of catching Kisses at the Echoplex. This was a show I’ve been holding my pee for. And the band, the show, did not disappoint.

Months ago, I found out that my friend Zinzi and her boo Jesse started side-hustling with a music project (aka Kisses). Since then, their “project” has evolved from two songs-to-their-name-unsigned band-music to opening for Stereo Total at the Echoplex with almost a whole album’s worth of awesome tunes. The duo (trio, if you count the shadow-dwelling drummer), has been all over the internet recently–and despite all the hype and despite the fact that I love Zinzi to death, I just had to see the show to believe it.

And now, I don’t just believe it, I’ve totally converted.

Kisses (see their tour schedule, listen to their music)

Denim cutoffs, midriff-baring tees, and Jeffrey Campbell sandals–your 5 minutes of fame are coming to an end. It might still feel like summer outside (and definitely on the subway platforms), but the trembling, brown leaves gripping tightly to their stems offer a glimpse of climatic salvation. Autumnal promises of beautiful coats and boots and scarves offer a renewed enthusiasm for shopping. And yet the wallet aches.

This year, forget ebony and ivory, it’s all about the marital vows of black and tan/camel/khaki, renewed. Lush fabrics are hushed by minimalist cuts and prints. I am in LOVE. There’s a time and place for in-yo-face color, and then there’s just … this.


Les Chiffonier’s Fall Collection via Refinery 29


Acne flight bomber for men


Acne flight bomber for women


Marni winter 2010


The Perfect Tangent via Selectism


Wood Wood

V Magazine’s Editor/Co-founder Cecelia Dean is making headway in the the world of fashion blogging and social media. She is giving readers and fans access to her wardrobe by posting vanity shots of herself in her favorite outfit of the week. And where does social media fit in? Of course, I found out about her project through a tweet. She’s no tween fashion blogger and certainly not a fashionista-stalker–Cecilia Dean is legit, and she knows it. Her photos (posted every Thursday on vmagazine.com), will garner far more intrigue than say, photos of that 17-y/o fashion blogger who’s real name we’ll never recognize. But will her closet be able to sustain audience interest?