Black & White Floral Canvas Sneakers (UO)
Tortoise Shell Wayfarers (Vintage)
Suede Wraped Sandals (Inven.Tory)
Today was worthy of being put on the "that was one of the best days ever" list that I like to mentally keep.
I went into New York today to do business/pleasure things. In that order. I had lots of running around to do, dig through countless fabric stores, scope out potential shops in which to house Prim Suspect lines - which entails getting a boat load of business cards and making bff with the employees/owners of these shops, finding the perfect men's henley to reconstruct for my Fall '09 launch, dissect, investigate, and discover what's on racks now in some very no-so-obvious and "indie/underground", as I like to call them, boutiques and shops - and attempting to mesh them into one look in the event of creating something completely new and fresh for profit of my company. I needed oodles of energy today, and I had it. There's something about the buzz of New York that puts me in a completely different mindset, attitude, and energy. Stick me in NY, and things will get done. I feed off of their energy. Which brings me to another topic...
I've decided many years ago that I was going to move to New York. This, being based on the pure fact that I simply belong there. Plain and simple. It was just a matter of: A. Finding someone to move there with me. and B. Funding myself to actually live there. Why must my taste be so expensive, even getting a roof over my head is expensive. Why can't I thrive in, oh, I don't know, Kentucky?
I've been searching for a place in Williamsburg, NY for a long, long time. I don't have anything against any other part of New York, I just particularly love Williamsburg. Have you ever been to a place and feel completely in your element, like you just belong there, you feel comfortable and at peace there? That's me in Williamsburg. It's just me. Of course, it's no less expensive than living in straight up Manhattan, my luck. But I'm determined. In fact, I come home and immediately begin apartment hunting, only to find out that a friend of mine is looking for a roommate ... in Williamsburg. If I don't get my hands on this, I'm going to kick myself, for a very very long time. I mean, I at least have to try. Does anyone want to buy my Jeep Grand Cherokee? $8,000 and it's yours. I don't need a car in Williamsburg. I wouldn't want one if I did. And I'm pretty sure I don't even belong in a vehicle. If you don't believe me, just pull up my driving record. Atrocious.
Aside from drooling over everything Williamsburg today, and after business stuff, I did a little vintage shopping in my favorite/some newly stumbled upon shops. I found some pretty amazing stuff, including an insanely amazing vintage jacket by Martini for Eddie. I'm SO insanely jealous of it. I'll have to get a picture of this so you can see what I mean. It's drool-worthy. If I had $10,000, it would surely have gone straight down the toilet today with all of the incredible finds I came across today. Finding this many things in one day in vintage shops alone is a rare occurrence. I just want to be a baller, not even to buy the newest Zac Posen dresses, just to buy those $295 vintage leather laser cut out knee high boots I found today, along with the baby pink leather jacket that I could swear was cut, designed and made for me. Ugh, I'm getting depressed just thinking about how I left them behind.
I found these two new vintage shops that I just can NOT stop thinking about. Sweet Tater has ALWAYS been my favorite, but Inven.Tory and AmarDora were true needles in a haystack. I made bff with an employee at AmarDora, she even had me try on a pair of Versace harem pants, that slightly resemble MC hammer pants, just completely elegantly tapered and tailored. They were gorgeous. She just wanted to see what they looked like on. I almost cried looking in the mirror at how gorgeous they were on. Never in a million years would I have picked them off the rack and carried them into the fitting room with me. And at that very moment, staring back at myself in the mirror, I had the thought for a brief moment, or running straight out the door with them on, and never looking back. Good job, Versace. You almost made a girl cry today. Inven.Tory had some of the most incredible shoes I've ever seen. All vintage 1940's and 1950's inspired shoes - right up my alley. I just stood there and stared at the wall of them for a minute, debating if I should try a pair on or not. Quickly deciding on no, because I know myself all too well, and I would have done serious damage to my wallet had I purchased them. If you want 40's and 50's inspired clothing/shoes with a serious twist on comfort and style, you HAVE to check this place out. They are men and women friendly, which makes it even better. In fact, I found lots of men's things that I would have adored to have in my closet. I am still kicking myself that I didn't buy this seriously different, dainty, and very well made 1950's dress. It looked like it has watercolor paint pattern, with pelicans that I didn't even know were pelicans, until the third time I tried it on. (Obviosuly, I was attached.) Is it abnormal that I'm thinking about going back tomorrow to get it? Probably.
I also met this girl, who's name is fittingly Emerald Rose, who was wearing this skirt that literally stopped me dead in my tracks. It was incredible. It was obviously avante-garde, and had these tweed shaped coming off of it that looked like dainty horns. I wish I had a picture so you don't think I'm crazy right now. I had to compliment her on it. Her response was like a song to my ears, "I made it!" Jackpot. I snagged her. Got her info, gave her mine. She told me that she's going to Parsons for fashion design, and agreed to be a designer for my line. She's a good find, I can feel it in my bones. Now if I can only get my hands on one of her horn skirts ...
Today was incredibly eventful. I could not have asked for a better business/pleasure day. I found incredible finds both for my company, and for my own pleasure. Looks like I chose a good day to spend in the city.
Now, if I can only get my hands on this Williamsburg apartment, my year will be set!
Toodles!
