I know, I know… I said yesterday that I was wearing my 40s vintage dress to the film premiere. I changed my mind exactly 5 minutes before heading out the door. I decided that a red carpet, red lips, and a red hot event… deserved a red dress. My friends and I had a phenomenal night. And, clearly, we enjoyed the photo ops available at the gala that followed the film.
Sidenote: the opening night film, “Sarah’s Key,” was remarkable. If you have the chance to see it, I highly recommend it.
I was getting ready to head out to the opening night of the Santa Barbara International Film Festival. Red carpet entrance? Check. Great seats for the film? Check. VIP tickets to the Premiere After Party? Cheeeeeck. A glamorous night deserves a glamorous outfit. I threw on a dress from the 1940s, some of my late grandmother’s diamonds, my other late grandmother’s white leather gloves, and a mink stole gifted to me on my birthday by Phyllis Diller (we share the same birthday… just not the same birth year). I finished it off with a coat of matte red lipstick and some strong perfume. I felt like Jayne Mansfield. But taller. And not as blonde. And wearing clothes.
I love trends just as much as the next girl… and fedoras were huge last year. I don’t care one bit if they are slightly out of fashion… I’m obsessed. Menswear made sexy is one of my favorite statements and I thought it was perfect for a day of work related meetings all over Santa Barbara.
Cloudy weather was cramping my style… I had spent the last couple days writing in my (leopard print) pjs. I decided to bust out a few of my favorites to break my style rut. An Easter pink linen blazer, chain belt with a leather bow worn as a necklace, a black sequined mini, heels with hardware and, of course, pearls. Style rut averted. Too bad I didn’t have the same control over the weather.
Old women (I’m talking the 80 year-old wealthy widows) in Santa Barbara always have the coolest style… oversized shades and jewelry. Additionally, the toddlers in my town are insanely spoiled… which is why I inevitably envy a lot of their wardrobe (mainly sparkly super-feminine footwear). I say, “If you want it… get it!” So, I put together this old/young fusion. Sure enough, a four-year-old in a yellow tutu high-fived me while I was out at lunch. Mission accomplished.
On my way to meet my girlfriends for Sunday Brunch and mimosas. It was still a bit chilly out, so I wanted to combine everything feminine in layers for added warmth. I love old-fashioned touches like the soft mauve of the scarf and the drama of the brooch. Textured tights and leg warmers add unexpected fun. Vintage leopard sunglasses top off the outfit.
