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Showing posts with label Yves Saint Laurent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yves Saint Laurent. Show all posts
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Museum Piece: Jach Pretends She is a Marbled Monet

Marbled Monet

Marbled Monet by jachanothergirl featuring a tufted chair

Jach:

Although Claude Monet is most well known for his series of paintings of water lilies, Monet's paintings of the French bourgeois "street style " remains a personal muse for translating haute couture into terms of restrained lace and muted elegance.


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Character Show: Is it Wednesday Already?

Adams Family Costume

Jach:

I adore gothic-esque lolita style portraits. Besides, Wednesday from the Adams Family is simply flawless. I realize that lace isn't everyone's cup of tea, but lace always provides an eerie component to any outfit if paired with a monochromatic color palette. Also, I have recently been delving into weapon-themed accessories (including a pair of tights etched with a certain machine gun).

I added the lacy rabbit ears, just in case the overall outfit appeared too restrained, or prim and proper.

Or as to paraphrase a la Mean Girls, the necessities for Halloween is simply a pair of animal ears and an undisclosed quantity of clothing.
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Fall in a Day: Won'derland

Fall Lust Outfit

Fall Lust Outfit by snowy3847 featuring Marc Jacobs

On a nice autumn day in the city, I would like to wear an outfit that screams out chic, but still retains a sense of elegance. The ROW sunglasses and the Saint Laurent duffle bag makes the outfit appear more elegant, while the dress and boots retain the look of a girl-next-door. If I were to wear this outfit, I can imagine myself walking down main street. I'll stop and smell the waft of yummy Greek food from the nearby street vendors, mixing with my perfume--Daisy by Marc Jacobs. The smell is too hard to resist, and I head over to buy myself a hot dog. As I bite into the food, I'll smear my NYX butter gloss lipstick, which I'll quickly reapply after eating. Throwing away the hot dog foil into the trash, a gust of wind will whiplash my hair, almost blowing away my fedora hat. I'll pull my Reagan Elizabeth and James coat closer to my body and continue to explore the beautiful city of New York. 

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