Sunday, August 9, 2009


We are continually in shock and awe of Etro. We love it and hope you do too.

If you're not familiar with this design house, have no shame. We will acquaint you.

This little endeavor began one day when Fab was painfully bored. She went to her parents' house where she became even more bored. Thankfully, Caj dropped by after picking up a bunch of her Etro and Marc Jacobs pieces from the cleaners. With nothing else to do, we browsed the Vogue collections for a bit. We even managed to be bored with this season's collections, due to lack of color.

Fab wrinkled her nose and said "At least we can count on Etro for color and flamboyance. My old Etro pieces from high school are better than this."

Caj doesn't like the glitz at Fab's parents' house ("too bright!") so she grabbed a bottle of wine out of her purse, put on her sunglasses, and said "There. Now the lighting is perfect for me." (Caj has vampire tendencies).


"Oh my god let's do a photo shoot! With Etro!"

Fab fluttered from her mother's closet to her own. Caj grabbed her stuff out of the car.

And the Etro shoot began.

But...we only had less than an hour. It was almost 5 p.m. and Fab's mom wanted us to resurrect the tradition of having 5 o'clock martinis for old time's sake (we've been doing it since high school). We couldn't say no. It's rare to be at her parent's house these days. (And, um, we had to get her mom's Etro jacket back in her closet before she noticed).


We started with Fab's mom's jacket so we could hide it in case she walked in.
Vintage Etro jacket circa 1983, white Express top underneath

By the time we got to our second look, Caj was already done with the wine.
Etro tweed jacket, inspired by English hunting styles, pairied with St. John skirt, and wild Etro Floral/Dijon colored shoes. -Michael Kors Sunglasses-

Fab pulled off Colombian drug dealer wife chic with this Etro suit. Too bad Caj didn't get the alligator boots in the photo (Fab had her suspicions that the wine had taken effect).

Vintage Etro suit circa 1979, white Express top

We intended to take this next photo in Fab's bedroom but the lighting in the bathroom was so perfect, Fab caught Caj off guard just after her re-application of lipstick.

Ruffled Etro top, purchased concurred with green Etro top at bottom of post. It reminds me of something Morrissey would wear...

Caj cornered Fab in the hall for this scared little school girl pose. ("Oh and also to ask her how much of my wine she drank whilst I was re-applying...Ya, I saw you.")

White Express top, Etro tie, Guess skirt

Several hours later, we had put the jacket back, reminisced with the mother of Fab, and splashed around in the pool. ("Well, Caj splashed around in the fountain, so Fab is pretty sure there was enough wine left for her to have made such a silly mistake..really Caj, it was a sip. FAB HAD A SIP!")

We get along so well!

Really, we do.

On right-top- *extra strappy*floral*top*Etro
Jeans- Lived in look*LuckyBrand(A Caj denim favorite)*

On left-white Anthropologie dress, orange Etro bag

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Girls Night Out

After a few whirlwind weeks, Fab and Caj longed for a night on the town.

First, we met for champagne "hobo-style" downtown and then headed to Italy (well, it felt like Italy because the food was so deliciously authentic. And we know because we've been there. Not.)

Ever had a Greta Garbo? Fab and Caj have.

After feasting on Italian fare, Fab was anxious to start mingling at the Oak Room.

She opted for affordable chic, wearing a five dollar dress from Target and her staple black Kate Spade bag.

Arriving at the Oak Room, we immediately ordered two chocolate martinis. On such a beautiful night, we had to take in the view.

Chilling by the pool, a polished young man took a seat by us. He noticed our empty glasses and promptly ordered us a round of Lovelies.

He made his advances and invited us to a party. He struck us both as a bit arrogant. Then again, he did buy us drinks. Fab was skeptical but then thought maybe a party would be fun. However, Caj had big plans for the morning-time. As tempting as staying up through the next day seemed, she declined for us both, but we continued chatting. We were getting along pretty well until his girlfriend showed up. She was irritated her boyfriend had bought us drinks and was getting all chatty. We thought it best not to mention the party.

After that awkward moment, we headed homeward, but not before Caj sank to the ground languidly exploring the night sky with her eyes.

We should definitely do this more often.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Fab's Style Icon: Anne Hathaway

Caj and I decided we simply cannot have a fashion blog without paying tribute to the style icons who inspire us every single day.

Lucky me—I get to start!

Like millions of other girls, I grew up admiring the fashion of movie stars Audrey and Grace. I desperately longed for them to be young and alive during my generation.

I felt lost growing up because I could not find a decent fashion role model in modern, mainstream Hollywood.

Sure, there were beautiful and talented, albeit boring, celebrities like Julia Roberts and Nicole Kidman. They dressed well, but they were just pretty faces in a sea of forgetful designer gowns. They are movie stars, but I would hardly call them style icons.

By the time I was in high school, it was bad: I was dressing like Britney Spears.

But in the past few years, I have been relieved to see that there are a few actresses out in La La Land who actually have iconic style. They have a flair for fashion and drape garments on their body because they know it’s an art form, not just because it’s part of the job.

And one of those actresses is Anne Hathaway.

Her classy, elegant style never ceases to amaze me. She dazzles the red carpet in a flowing Valentino dress one day; the next afternoon, she’s hiding behind monstrous Chanel sunglasses and a fluffy red scarf, while wearing skinny jeans…at the grocery store.

She balances a girly flair with simplicity. She isn’t afraid to take risks—for the most part, they pay off and if not, she looks gorgeous anyway.

Can you tell I’m a little obsessed?

Here are some of my faves:

Anne wore this classic Chanel piece to the National Board of Reviews in January

I adore this Gianfranco Ferre piece because it is like two dresses in one.

Only Anne could light up the red carpet in this purple Marc Jacobs piece.

I would trade my entire right arm for these Red Hot sunglasses by Jee Vice. Okay, maybe not. But I'm not going to pretend like I wouldn't have to think about it.

What do you think? Feel free to disagree. I know I chose some of her most courageous fashion moments!

Friday, May 15, 2009

Good quality, bad fashion

This is Caj. She doesn't normally look this distressed.

Fab, wearing vintage, couldn't believe the plethora of fugly dresses adorning the racks of our favorite store. So obviously we did what any girls would do. We tried them on.

Some were trainwrecks, some were pleasant surprises.

Let us know what you think.

All they had was a size four in this orange nightmare. Caj was swimming in it. But by holding in the sides, she made it look halfway decent. Luckily with the right skin tone, this dress actually works. On anyone else, not so much. This Tory Burch number complete with top beading is a good example of bad fashion being worn correctly.

After Caj tried on the orange disaster, a glimmering jewel in the distance caught her attention.

"Holy hell, is that a rhinestone belt?!" she shrieked. "Try it on RIGHT NOW."

Fab protested. But Caj wouldn't take no for an answer. "No, NOW. Right now."

And so it was...At first glance the green picnic dress appeared unworthy of so fashionable a girl, but we gave it the chance to shine. Fab somehow managed to make it work.

And oh, how it sparkles...

Caj perfected her Laura Bush impression. We all know she's more Jackie O.

Are you hypnotized by our bad fashion yet? Don't worry, there's more to come...

PS. Please don't ever wear the following ensemble so lovingly worn by Fab.

Oooh shiny stripes! Caj draped herself in a candy wrapper. Maybe she is looking for a job with Ringling Brothers...

Fab was all decked out in Easter's finest. All she was missing was a little wicker basket, a white bonnet, and some polished one and a half inch pumps. (Scuffing optional).

Caj was clearly pissed by the ill fitting dish rag. It was something a loser fresh out of design school made.

After an exhausting day of fugly clothes, walking from dressing room to dressing room, we needed a sugary reward.
To torture yourself and ruin all hopes of fitting into that new bikini, click here.

Caj bought the French Vanilla OOH La La on the left. It was whipped buttercream nirvana. Let's not forget the strawberry malt garnish on top.

Fab picked the Rasberry Lemonade, a sharp mixture of creamy icing and berries, with a tangy gum drop candy to finish it off.