Photo via this site.

Dudeguy and I are gallivanting up and down the Oregon coast at present, so I may be a little sluggish at getting comments posted/answered.  I’m trying to get back to nature and ish, so I’m not hovering over my computer as usual.

I will be answering all of your questions in a separate post when I get back.  I wouldn’t send you guys on a fruitless journey to the center of my mind.  ;D

Oh…and of course, I left my camera in L.A.

*WHOMP*

If you haven’t been here before, imagine LOTS of trees, several species of birds that I’ve only seen on the Discovery channel and lots of wild blackberries everywhere.  Imagine Twin Peaks, only larger and less freaky with more rain.  And seals.

Yep.  That’s about right.

Last Thursday, I and many others from the L.A. fashion blogger scene attended the launch of Brian Lichtenberg’s collaboration with SkynForever 21 atop the Beverly Center.

Imagine this, but with more people, hors d’ ouevres, loud music, and a mini-bar.  Photo jacked from Forever 21.

In true Alicia form, I grabbed a fistful of mini cupcakes and s’mores tarts (shouts out to Duck Duck Mousse) and a cup of Stella.  With vitals secured and wonderment in my eyes (due to tons of well dressed people/glitter/caution tape tees), it was time to celebrate the line and that so many of my favorite folks were hanging out in one place. 

FACE! FACE! FACE!!!  MOI, Nik the Moptop Maven, and Lori of His Hers Chicago.  Jacked from The Moptop Maven.

There was a table full of DIY action, great music courtesy of DJ Lindsay Luv, and pretty people everywhere.  LOTS of great shoes…

Yeah, that should have been followed by a picture, but in another true Alicia form, I forgot my camera.  Gotta love that.

No?

Not so much?

Neither do I, so you’ll have to trust me.  Better yet, check out Racked LA, Mondette and Style Section LA for more event coverage.  

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A hearty *soul clap* for Natalie of Fashion Intel for inviting me and to Forever 21 for putting on the event!

Rollin’ with the hoooomies in Santa Monica.  Photos from VisualAdhesive.com.

Looking at the last few photos I’ve posted of myself on here, I can confidently say that I’ve perfected my “I’m tipsy, but pulling it together for this picture” face.  I swear, I won’t have a cup in my hand the next time I slap my mug on this site. 

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And speaking of cups in hand, if you’re in Los Angeles, you’re invited to the opening of the bar at Jaragua tomorrow night.  This is dudeguy’s baby, y’all.  He’s been working very diligently at crafting custom drinks and creating a menu for this place and we would LOVE for you all to come and hang out.   How does 10 sound?  Good?  Good.  =D

I’m being serious.  COME OUT!

Making use of the open bar with a Pink Greyhound.
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duchamped blazer and shorts
AA dress
Chloe wedges
Leviticus talon ring courtesy of StantonJames.com
In God We Trust bow necklace

A couple of weeks ago, I got to flex my fashion blogger muscles while schmoozing it up in a way that surprised even me.  The lovely folks over at Hudson Jeans invited me to The Colony to fawn over drool over preview the spring styles while sipping on pink grapefruit vodka drinks (dudeguy, forgive me), rubbing elbows with Ben Taverniti and Peter Kim (WHAT?!!), catching up with and meeting more of the LA fashion pack, and eating some of the best hors d’oeuvres I’ve ever had.

Two words: lobster.ceviche.  More words: brie.and.pear.quesadillas. 

SWEET MINTY JESUS. 

Ah, but delicious mini foods aren’t the point of this post.  The point of this post is to remind people everywhere that if you run an image-based blog you should probably bring your camera out with you to document things…then again, I would have found it quite difficult to snap pictures while sipping my drank…ok, that isn’t really the point either.  I’m here to talk denim.  Glorious, glorious denim. 

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As a few of you may know, I used to slang jeans (and shamefully…Ed Hardy and Monarchy t-shirts) at a little store by the name of Metropark.  As such, I’m very, very fond of premium denim and the Hudson brand.  Being able to see the line in such an intimate setting was like going to Disneyland; experiencing the cuts, the details, the washes, the unexpected (and freakin’ sweet) non-denim pieces that were featured with the jeans…pure magic. 

I…borrowed…the top two pictures from Neekoh of Live, Love, LA.  We bonded over that jacket on the left.  That jacket is the sex and its acquisition is my next mission from God.  The tank on the right has arm holes at the top and bottom.  You know how I love multiple arm holes in my clothing.
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Bottom two pictures provided by Hudson

This season, Hudson is featuring four capsule collections.  DIY, Minimal, and Subversive rightfully catch the eye with subtle and not so subtle deviations from the denim norm (see: corset lacing and thigh high zippers above), but the OMG Cat moment of the night came when I was introduced to the Resurrection collection.  An individual pair of these jeans is a one-of-a-kind hand-sewn patchwork of archival denim and uses up to six pairs of jeans to produce.  Typical for me to favor the most expensive items in the room (each pair retails close to $1,000), but GAWD, you should have seen these jeans.  Each is truly a work of art. 

*this is where I lament further about not bringing my camera and yield to the results Google provides*

Photos of the Resurrection collection from Teacups and Couture and Brook & Lyn

SO.GOOD. 

I really, really want to go on, but I’ll save my gushing for the future and tell you to look out for Hudson’s spring line soon at Barney’s - the internets tells me that they should be stocked in the near future.  If I make it to a brick and mortar location, I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures.  =D

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A HUGE thank you to Jessica for inviting me out, a fist-bump to Dina for being an awesome guide and lots of love to the teams at Hudson and The Colony for putting on a great event!

Hudson Jeans.  Blog.  Twitter.

H&M shirt
F21 jeans
Steve Madden Melrow shoes

The lighting is tragic, but I want you guys to see that I do acutally leave my house and backyard.  Not often, but sometimes.

Saturday was the day for the Melrow’s maiden voyage.  For anyone who is toying with the idea of purchasing them, know that this pair has my full, unpaid endorsement.  They’re (hand)made well and are insanely comfortable.  I spent from afternoon until nearly midnight in them and had no issues at all.  Shocking, SHOCKING, I say!   

And what was I doing until nearly midnight, you ask?  I was out with my guru and a bunch of LA bloggers eating tacos al pastor and drinking margaritas at Malo in Silverlake!  Good times.  I mean, tacos are already a good time, but when you put them with a bunch of women and add alcohol, the night becomes exceptional.  And, because my guru is awesome like that, she brought her silver Cleopatra earrings for everyone to wear. 

Photo of this lovely set of LA bloggers + ghost child jacked from Wendy B; taken by Mr. B.  More event coverage is on Wendy B’s Blog.  From L to R, Miss Janey, Stylesmith, me, Deja Pseu of Une Femme d’un Certain Age, Sandra of Debutante Clothing, WendyB, Sister Wolf 

The waitress was calling us “The Sex and the City girls” all night.  If you don’t know why, remind me to sock you when I see you…

See Samantha.
See Samantha in Sex and the City.
See Samantha in Sex and the City wearing the Wendy Brandes Cleopatra earrings in gold.

I had a great time, ladies.  A huge hug and thank you to Wendy B and Mr. B!!!

Angie and me.  I’m wearing an H&M shirt (recommended for those who like the Elizabeth & James Artist shirt, but refuse to pay $200+ for it), and duchamped shorts and boots.  The brooch was a gift from Birdie.

I’m not big on making extravagant plans on holiday weekends.  I usually end up spending the entire time in my sweats, watching the Food Network and eating cereal.  It sounds like a total waste, but it’s my idea of a pretty freakin’ sweet weekend. 

This time around, watching the Food Network gave me an incredible craving for fish tacos.  I decided the mission for Monday was to find some and gorge.  Angie was in town, so she, dudeguy and I headed over to Best Fish Taco in Ensenada…in Los Feliz.  Their assortment of mild & spicy salsas is enough of a reason to pay a visit.  Two better ones are the tacos are really good and pretty cheap ($1.50 for fish, $2 for shrimp).  If you go, bring cash and get lime wedges.  You are missing a vital part of the taco experience if you don’t enjoy a drizzle of lime juice on top. 

Afterward, we went on a Rite Aid ice cream run and parked next to this beautiful blue 1966 Mustang coupe.  After my initial gasp-and-clutch-the-pearls reaction, I HAD to take pictures.  It was GORGEOUS.  Everything original except the radio and quite possibly the paint.  Fantastic condition all around.  I wanted it…I really did… 

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I’ve had a thing for pre-1974 Mustangs since I was about 12.  For years, I’ve dreamt of owning a 1968 Shelby Cobra GT 500 KR convertible (the KR stands for King of the Road).  It is truly the stuff of legends - 1968 was the first year the Shelby convertible was introduced and only 518 were made.   I won’t get into engine specs, but believe me, this thing was a MONSTER.  My dad had this exact model in ALL BLACK decades ago that succumbed to theives of car parts (*heart breaks and subsequently explodes*).  Finding one has been on my “must do” list ever since he told me about it.  I’ll have to win the lottery to make it happen - they’re going for around $285,000 - but a girl can dream, right?

Forgive me if you don’t care anything about all of this car stuff, but I’d probably sell my firstborn to get my hands on this right here:

Photo from Hot Auto Web.  There are a lot more where this came from…

Asael & Natalie of Fashion Intel, Diabolina da Fashionista, and me at the Bar Marmont on Sunset.

This is me trying to learn my angles and shit.  The dress is Thakoon; the belt I made.  Not pictured are MBMJ boots.

I heart these ladies.  If you aren’t following their blogs, please start.

This is the only thing going on this week that matters.  Fuck whatcha heard.

The Roxy.  Friday. Midnight.  $10.  And yes, that does say “A Glam-Tranny-Electro-Metal Fuckfest.”

I.CAN’T.WAIT.

thrifted dress
DIY scarf
Max Studio shoes (not pictured)

I jacked all of these photos from The Queen of Hearts who was visiting from the east coast.  Somehow, I convinced her, her gorgeous friend B, and the always lovely Ev’Yan of Apricot Tea to accompany me to USC’s Gearfest on Friday night.  It was cold as hell.  So cold, that dancing around and taking pictures was about the only thing we could do to keep warm.

GOOD TIMES!!!

**I wasn’t high that night, I swear; grinning like a Cheshire cat just comes naturally**

More photos at The Queen’s.

Me, my camera, dudeguy’s wooly right elbow

I stole this from Natalie.  My fool ass didn’t take any pictures that weren’t of food when we went to dinner.

Typical.  Very typical.