Edited by Jessica Lapidos
As my sister discovered at her first (and forever) Coachella, the three things you need to happily survive are: Good shoes. Water. Fairy dust (…you know). Rageable, danceable, breathable shoes are key to outdoor concert comfort. Nothing can kill your buzz quite like thinking about your slipping, blistering feet (gross). These are all happy feet approved.
Edited by Jessica Lapidos
Aside from the fact that Dr. Martens were the sole of countless musical subcultures and youth revolutions for the past half a century, and that since 1960, they’ve literally been letting us walk on air, they’ve proven time and time again that they are on top of their game. Pete Townshend, Sid Vicious, Kurt Cobain and countless other badass music gods reinvented Docs from the stage down, and now Dr. Martens has reinvented from within. In addition to the baller design team they’ve acquired to create the 10 rad styles ahead, they’re also bringing bespoke into the picture with custom Docs for all who can get to their London Spitalfields location.
Edited by Jessica Lapidos
On this fine Monday morning, I’m seeing sunshine, blue skies, and the effects of The Black Keys and Gotye on shuffle, and I’m thinking one thing: Music festivals. I already know I’m taking my Docs to Coachella next month, my glowsticks to the Governor’s Ball, and a hula hoop or two to All Good, but now I found a beaded bangle that will gleam brightly in the sun as I dance the day away. (And it won’t kill my vibes if it gets lost/destroyed/traded for something special… It’s $15 well spent.)
Edited by Jessica Lapidos
This month has been sparkling from every corner of my eye. Swarovski has been working with artists, charities, giant trees and the world’s foremost doctor to make NYC shine on. Peek through to see how you can get your glitter on.
Edited by Lester Brathwaite
Today is October 11th, better known as National Coming Out Day — the day when all excuses for “drunken” late night hook-ups, all half-hearted reasoning behind “accidental” brushes against the thigh and innumerable piles of carefully hidden porn come tumbling out of the closet. After all, it’s 2011 and being gay is okay. You can kind of get married — if you live in New York, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, New Hampshire or Washington D.C. — and you can openly serve in the military — as if you would either way — so what’s not to be proud of? And sure, being gay’s not all is cracked up to be — it really doesn’t get that much better — but it’s still better than living a lie that no one nor their mother is buying. So go head, Mary, wave that rainbow flag and blast your Lady Gaga ’cause lady you were born this gay.
Edited by Lester Brathwaite
The New York Times Style section continues its look at hard-hitting news with their coverage of the protests going on downtown and just how the righteously indignant dress these days.
Edited by Jessica Lapidos
Not a Queen, but in drag, Lord Gaga A.K.A Jo Calderone took the VMA stage last night to open the night with a testosterone induced version of You and I. Gaga’s 1950′s greaser alter ego comes with full pompadour and a drinking problem that we kind of want to get rowdy with. Get the cross-dressed look and relive that epic performance (with Queen’s guitarist! Brian May).
Edited by Jessica Lapidos
In a fantastical dream last night, I was skipping through hot fields packed with wildly garbed people and hula hoops. Ahead of me, The Black Keys were electrifying “Everlasting Light” on a massive stage, and behind me there was a great deal of foofaraw; including a giant glowing structure built of egg cartons and, oddly enough, each of my head scarves. I was floating, lighter than air, and every time I looked down at my feet, I was wearing a different pair of Dr. Martens. Metallic high tops! Purple polka dot creepers! Impressionist floral combat boots! And each time the Docs made a switch, The Sartorialist, Scott Schumann, snapped a picture of me. Meanwhile Garance Doré was across the field with 3 trailer trucks and a bevy of models, lighting, and incidentally, glow sticks, whilst she directed a photo shoot. When I turned back, The Black Keys had stopped, and the president of Dr. Martens takes the mic to welcome us all to Coachella 2012.
There can only be one explanation for such a dream….
Edited by Amanda Gabriele
I have to sympathize with New Yorkers who don’t know how to thrift. If you’re paying $100 for a no-name sundress or $80 for Doc Martens riddled with holes, you’re doing a poor job. As a child born and bred in the Midwest, I learned that 80s beaded silk evening gowns should cost $15 and vintage Fendi bags should only set you back $30. So in a city of extremely overpriced vintage stores, what’s a girl (or guy) to do? Take it from the master and check out my top 10 vintage spots in New York City where you can get the best merchandise for the lowest prices.
Edited by Nicole Vardo
I’m not going to lie, this whole Fashion Week 2011 Spring excitement got me some what confused when I realized it’s about to be on the chilly side in the next couple of weeks… and if you love the thrill of waiting to the last minute for seasonal shopping like myself, then this little seductive boot preview will help… or at least inspire just a bit. As for myself, I’m definitely leaning towards studs and wedges, talk about beyond stoked.
CARIN WESTER AT URBAN OUTFITTERS
CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN
VELVET DOC MARTENS
