Carry My Couture Suitcase

I wear black. Traveling to Europe is my drug. I sell meat.

Le Smoking

There are certain groundbreaking moments and pieces of clothing that change the history of fashion. The Chanel Tweed Suit. Christian Dior’s Petticoats. Louis Vuitton’s original logo pattern, the Manolo Blahnik BB Pump. etc. etc. etc. 

In that mix of the greats belongs the Yves Saint Laurent “Le Smoking” Tuxedo. Though a Chanel suit would be something great to own, it would look insane on my 29 year old self. The Dior Petticoat, though perfect, would be a bit strange in 2014. And I have never been fond of the LV logo, though I can respect its significance.  The “Le Smoking” Tuxedo is something that I would wear yesterday, today and tomorrow. When i’m 30, 50, 70 and what I would wear in my casket. If you had one, wouldn’t you? Being buried in YSL would be pretty damn chic. 

Over the weekend I went and saw “Yves Saint Laurent”, the film by Jalil Lespert. It wasn’t the most groundbreaking movie of all time, but some of the runway scenes almost brought tears to my eyes. The workmanship and genius that goes into his looks manifests this feeling of effervescence and joy. Yes, it’s just a movie and not Yves himself, but being familiar with his work, and seeing the replicas, and I would assume actual pieces from the 60’s and 70’s, was truly enjoyable. 

"Le Smoking" Tuxedo was created in 1966 and exploded. Similar looks were being worn by Marlene Dietrich years earlier, but the world wasn’t ready. With the movement of women’s liberation in the late 60’s, this outfit was perfectly timed and necessary. Women wanted to challenge the norm by wearing masculine looks and *gasp* PANTS! Then you had Saint Laurent’s muse Betty Catroux wearing this impeccable slim menswear tuxedo jacket with absolutely nothing underneath (PANTS AND CLEAVAGE OH MY GOD) - therein taking something already edgy for its time and completely blowing people’s minds. Then Bianca Jagger wore a white version as her "wedding dress" with nothing underneath. The list of celebrity devotion goes on. 

One of my favorite Helmut Newton photos depends on the masculinity of this jacket, shot in 1975 - seen below. 

Catherine Denueve said it best,

The thing about a tuxedo is that it is virile and feminine at the same time. It really does make you feel different as a woman, it changes the gestures.”

Though the tuxedo has been re imagined and remade several times over the years and worn by every celebrity with the faintest interest in fashion, but can you imagine owning one from the 70’s? So if you ever see’s this tux in a vintage shop drop everything and buy it. You will have captured moment in time, a fashion milestone, a declaration of women’s liberation, and above all - own a hot-ass outfit. 

Helmut Newton, 1975:


My photo from the movie theater:


Yves Saint Laurent & Betty Catroux:


Marlene Dietrich:


Yves Saint Laurent dressing Catherine Denueve in “Le Smoking”:


Mick & Bianca Jagger’s wedding day, Bianca in “Le Smoking”:


Current designer Hedi Slimane for Saint Laurent - pulling from the 1966 inspiration with “Le Smoking” Tuxedo:


Kate Moss, recent editorial dressed in “Le Smoking” jacket:


Currently Crushing On:

Vicky Vale. Kim Basinger’s character in Batman (the 1989 Tim Burton version…and the best version if you ask me). 

There’s something about this late 80’s wardrobe that is somehow classic and timeless. All except for that white dress she wore in one scene are things I would wear today. All black with a red lip. Over sized white button downs and silk nude shirts. The massive framed glasses are easy to replicate too thanks to Warby Parker. 

We ALL need to start wearing red lipstick during the day to work and be okay with it. Or is it just me that has a complex!?

Naomi Campbell Stole My Camera

Here’s a short story about the time Naomi Campbell definitely…



okay probably not…

no, she DEFINITELY stole my camera. 

It was London, it was 2006, it was 2 AM, it was some member’s only club. 

There was dancing on couches, there were really ridiculously rich people bringing countless bottles of Cristal with sparkling torches, there was that song “Drop the Pressure” vibrating the room, there were an irresponsible amount of inappropriate pictures being taken. 

As if the night could not get any more debaucherous (new word i’ve just made up for you), more posh or hazy - there she was…

"Is that Naomi Campbell!?" two of the men with their loosened ties, glazed eyes and mischievous grins slurred. We all stopped and watched her smile at us and walk by in all of her 5’10 leggy-glory. The beat from the DJ’s set hit one of those amazing arcs before crashing into a deep, pounding rhythm, and we all returned to jumping on the couches dancing. 

Moments later I look down at the mess of champagne, ice cubes, cigarette packets, and see my camera - my adorable digital camera (years before cell phones could take a decent picture, yes kiddies – there was a time) is gone. This was my only way to capture my time living in London, and it was gone.


As you can imagine, no one believed me. We all searched for the camera, asked wait staff, other people walking by, and nothing.

It was gone. The photos, which are now blurry snapshots of nostalgic memory are one of the many reasons I will not be going into politics – someone out there (Naomi Campbell) has them forever.

The End. 

Girl Crush Tuesday. 

Blake Lively….Ugh. I’ve never been crazy about the whole blonde bombshell thing, but lord this woman can carry a red carpet look like no other. She has this effortless California girl thing going, but what makes her so smashing is that she’s likable. 

Above are her looks from the 67th Cannes Film Festival. Perfection. The oxblood Gucci Premiere dress with the messy braid is a personal favorite. 

From top to bottom: Gucci Premiere, Giambattista Valli Haute Couture, Chanel, and Gucci again. 

Killing it.