How Bob Dylan Inspired a Timeless Men’s Fashion Collection

Bob Dylan by Richard Avedon, 1065

Bob Dylan by Richard Avedon, 1065

Last year I started writing about luxury style, design and beauty for Forbes, did I tell you guys? I’ve covered a beauty line created by a cancer survivor, seventies trends on the runways, and a necklace vibrator (which got picked up by Reddit and now has more than 600,000 pageviews!).

Photo via John Varvatos

Photo via John Varvatos

One of the fun things about Forbes fashion coverage is that menswear designers get more attention than most of the publications I read and contribute to. For example, I was so excited to stumble upon this video interview with John Varvatos. He describes how his fall 2015 collection, which he showed in Milan (and which features a few hats Pharrell would surely love), was inspired by Central Park and the above photo of Bob Dylan, taken by Richard Avedon on 1965. Varvatos has always been heavily influenced by music. I interviewed him last year when he was in San Francisco and had just published his book Rock in Fashion. He told me back then about how music became such a big part of his life.
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The Coats at Erdem Make Me Wish for a Polar Vortex in California

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Not really. I love not having to shovel. But wouldn’t it but fun to keep warm in one of these?


Some of the dresses were rather gorgeous as well.

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Leather, lace, ruffles, brocade—we’re covering a lot of ground here but somehow it all works together and I like it.

I barely got to say hello, and we’re already saying goodbye to London fashion week! Like all the days of my life lately, it went way too fast.

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What to Wear When You’ve Gained Seven Pounds Over the Holidays

This is my favorite side of the bag, but the other side is cool too!

This is my favorite side of the bag, but the other side is cool too!

Photos by Jennine Jacob

I had to dig deep. Deep into my soul for the desire to leave the house, and deep into the closet for something that would fit over my swollen thighs and belleh.

I had tried one pair of skinny jeans that would not button, and another that transferred entirely too much information to the world. So I gave up on trying to contain my new bulk and went for something that allowed its freedom. I bought these pleated silk pants about five years ago from Hayden Harnett, a Brooklyn handbag designer that had a brief stint with making clothes (I bought many of them including this dress, a silk top that’s still a favorite and I can’t believe it’s never been on the blog (stand by!) and an amazing graphic black and white scarf that I tragically left at a bar and never saw again). The pants worked out well because they allowed room for everything that was going on while not looking entirely shapeless. They zip in the back, which I believe was key. And they are very high waisted with a keyhole and drawstring in the front. I thought it best to wear a garment over that feature at this juncture.

Here's the other side of the bag!

Here’s the other side of the bag!

The sweater is new, a Marc by Marc Jacobs score from Nordstrom Rack—a bit of an impulse buy. I’ve made it no secret I’m favoring “new luxury” and handmade and local and all that, but a friend had a gift card and I’ll admit I didn’t need an arm-twisting to tag along. My parents gave me cash for Christmas in lieu of gifts (which was great!), and I planned to buy a statement-making garment—a fabulous dress or some such. But I saw this sweater (and another very glittery specimen which will certainly appear in an upcoming outfit post) and loved it and knew I’d wear it often. In addition, it accommodates my new girth nicely.

The shoes are by my beloved Freda Salvador, sans the shoe necklace that came with them. For this particular outfit, a less adorned boot seemed appropriate. And isn’t is wonderful to have that option?

The bag! I’m so excited about the bag. Kourosh’s cousins who visited from Iran recently brought it for me from their land of wonderful textiles. It fits my laptop, and I can’t even believe how much they nailed my taste, having never laid eyes on me, and plus the fact that we don’t speak each others’ languages (literally but certainly not figuratively).

Oh and here you can see how the pockets on the pants have a blousing thing happening, which somehow distracts from your actual hip width and makes your waist look smaller.

Oh and here you can see how the pockets on the pants have a blousing thing happening, which somehow distracts from your actual hip width and makes your waist look smaller.

So there you have it. Back to dancing and yoga so hopefully I won’t need to buy a new wardrobe (though that has appealing aspects).

Joan Didion for Céline and Joni Mitchell for Saint Laurent: Let’s Celebrate the Best Week in Fashion, Ever


So these are my joyful thoughts:

I am obsessed with the ’70s, California, and great writing. Joan Didion is clearly the pinnacle of that trifecta.

I’m obsessed with fashion, obviously. Phoebe Philo + Céline are my unattainable French crush and cool barometer.

So, Joan Didion for Céline?!? Head explosion.

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Another thing I’m obsessed with is music, especially female vocalists who make me cry. Could there be any question who is number one in that ranking? You don’t even have to say it I know your answer is Joni Mitchell.

And then OK: Saint Laurent? Heidi Slimane? They are just as out-of-reach cool as Ms. Philo and Céline, if more masculine.

Joni Mitchell for Saint Laurent? Double head explosion!!

And then there’s the thing where I’m always the oldest person anywhere. I mean I’ve come to terms with it. The alternatives all suck. But still, when my fellow bloggers are talking about how much they’re looking forward to their 30s in a couple of years, I sometimes wonder what I’m doing here.

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Joni Mitchell is 71 and Joan Didion is 80.

They are older than me! Triple. Head. Explosion.

I’m so happy with the fashion world right now. I’m going to go play Miles of Aisles while I read the White Album in my Saint Laurent silk blouse and fur Céline shower shoes. Ok I don’t own those pieces. But now I might kind of want them. Your advertising has worked on me, guys. And I really don’t mind.

What Rocker Alison Mosshart Wore at Art Basel Miami Beach

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Photo by Robyn Ross

I’ve attended Art Basel Miami Beach nearly every year since 2006 with my bestie Robyn. But I couldn’t make it this year, and so of course this is the year when she runs into my favorite rocker chick Alison Mosshart. If you’re not familiar, she’s one-half of The Kills with Jamie Hince, aka Mr. Kate Moss. I’m not going to mope, because I only would have turned into a pathetic giggling teenager, not the cool kind with a cute mugshot. I’m just going to talk about her rad outfit OK?

When Robyn approached her for a photo, Mosshart was checking out this insane sculpture of Salvador Dali. She happily agreed and said, “Oh let me go over by the Iron Maiden painting.” Not only was Robyn lucky enough to run into Ms. Mosshart at the Scope Art Fair, one of many satellite fairs that happen the same week at Art Basel, but she was lucky enough to run into her in the vicinity of an Iron Maiden painting. What could be more perfect? Also, OH: “Can you put Alison Mosshart plus nine on the list?” Aah, to be a rock star.

Update: Mosshart is exhibiting her paintings at Scope with Joseph Gross gallery.

Right this way to get Alison Mosshart’s outfit for your own self:
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Carmen Marc Valvo Says We Can Wear See-Through Skirts. Let’s Do It.

Carmen Marc Valvo Spring 2015
Photos via The Cut

This is how I’m thinking lately: I’m 46 years old, and I’m super lucky if I have that many years left to live. Why hold back about… things? For example: tattoos. I will probably have the thing for less than half my life as it is, why not hurry up about it? Another example: clothing. The transparent chiffon skirts at the Carmen Marc Valvo fashion show at the Fairmont Hotel last week called to me, and why should I not return their call?
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On the 1 With Frida: Orange County and Hearst Castle

Welcome to On the 1 With Frida, where we explore all the fun CA Route 1 has to offer.

A favorite moment in OC.

A favorite moment in OC.

We recently drove down to Southern California from San Francisco the fast way, and came back up the slow way on Route 1. We swam at Mayee and Baba’s (the grandparents on daddy’s side) in Orange County, ate delicious Mexican food for lunch in Santa Barbara, stayed at a cozy AirBnB in San Luis Obispo, checked out Hearst Castle, and drank bubbly Monterey. We had to postpone a stop at the Monterey Aquarium, but we’ll be back (despite our suspicions that people in that town hate children).
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The New Fiat Lux Lookbook Is a Little Bit NSFW and a Lot Stunning

Photos by Aubrie Pick, illustration by Lauren Napolitano

Alexei Angelides and Marie McCarthy, the betrothed team behind San Francisco jewelry store Fiat Lux (218 Church Street, San Francisco), were the subjects of one of the first features I did as editor at Racked SF. We had previously collaborated on a post on this site, but didn’t meet in person until the day of the Racked shoot (shot by Aubrie Pick as was the lookbook which you see before you).
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So I Got Fired Yesterday

Yep, I got canned. It’s kind of the worst feeling, and it’s embarrassing, and my first instinct was to not let anyone ever know this really humiliating thing happened to me. In fact, I fibbed to one of my closest friends yesterday when I told her I couldn’t make it to the girl’s night out we’d planned because I’d “quit” my job and was upset about it (really sorry, Shadin).

Then I talked to my husband, who also got fired last year. He decided then not to take his employer’s offer to say it was a mutual agreement, not really a firing. I asked him why he would not take that opportunity to save face, and he said because it’s liberating to tell the truth. The job wasn’t right for him, and he got fired, why sugarcoat it? That got me thinking about my own hesitation to admit the truth of my shitcanning.

Then we picked up our daughter from daycare. As I waited for her caretaker to open the door, I was overwhelmed by the feeling that what’s on the other side of that door is what’s most important. Then it opened, and she gave me that smile and ran to me like I was the the most awesome person on earth.

I see quotes about how failure is good and necessary all over social media every day.

Here’s a great one from Maya Angelou:

“Courage allows the successful woman to fail-
and learn powerful lessons-
from the failure-
so that in the end,
she didn’t fail at all.”

Various outlets publish tons of lists of quotes on failure every year—but hardly anyone talks about their actual failures (Here’s one exception).

While reading the quotes makes me feel not as terrible, facing what’s real feels even less terrible. I want to live up to that awesome-person status, which would seem to require being an honest person. I got fired yesterday, y’all. I did some good writing at that job and I’m proud of my work. In the end it wasn’t enough, and it’s time to move on. So here’s to what’s next… omg what is next? I’ll try to figure that out over the weekend. Check back Monday, won’t you?