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Stranger Style – And the Last Post till 2013…

15 Nov

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What do you get when you pair stylishly tapered khaki pants with a crisp navy blazer, tasselled Oxford pumps, a cool Fedora Pork Pie hat, and a colour-pop scarf? A whole new style category…I like to call it Fem-Prep-Chic. And if you disagree with me, just check out the pocket square. ‘Nuff said.

As the title implies, SHTBC will be taking a little siesta till January 2013. So sleepy…time for a nap. (Yes, this blog is written by bears).

Till the new year!

-KH

P.S. To all the New Yorkers still affected by Sandy, the bears are thinking about you and sending love and support.

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A Dose of Stranger Style

22 May

In honour of this breaking news alert, I thought it was time to share my recent encounter with Danish choreographer Toniah Pedersen. Toniah just wrapped up filming The X Factor Denmark (yes, I sent you there) and has shared her unique blend of R&B, rock, pop, and jazz choreography with people you will never meet, like LL Cool J and Mary J Blige. I caught her in the LES chowing down on some Jamaican food and looking too cool for her own good. (Alas, we are foiled by the Europeans, once again.)

This, people, is why it pays to live in Denmark. If you lived in Denmark, your top would be by Barbara Gongini and your awesome printed pants would be by Henrik Vibskov, two minimalist yet eclectically-detailed Danish designers. Lucky for you, there’s this trusty place called the Interwebs where you can order your very own Gongini/Vibskov creation.

As for being an awesome international choreographer with noted personal style…sorry, that doesn’t come in the mail.

SHTBC ♥ Danes,

-KH

You Can Never Be Too Glam

22 Apr

I almost never wish it was cold year round, but I have to say, this fur is making me think twice. On Tuesday, I visited my new BFFs at the WeWork building, to check a warehouse sale by travelling vintage boutique Glam Gorgeous, founded my mother-daughter duo Henrietta and Charmaigne. Now I, just like any other fashion monger, love rifling through racks of clothing that looks like something my mother owned, so I was very pleased to get to the sale and see not only gorgeous baubles and threads, but that they were in pristine condition. Too often, the vintage out there is a little too vintage…so you look weathered, instead of freshly teleported from a happier, more sexually liberated era (oh, I do miss those hippy days).

Something was actually very funny. I think it was that I just dropped $100,000 on a salad for lunch. It had Swarovski-encrusted croutons!

So Glam Gorgeous started about a year ago or so, after Charmaigne kept raiding Henrietta’s closet and then telling her how many compliments she got on a piece. Now the pair hit up estate sales, vintage stores in Queens and across the city, and score pristine loot through connections they’ve made. Like this fur. Which would be perfect for showing up at a man’s house with nothing underneath. I’m single, but maybe I’ll do that anyway. Hey, Kid Cudi, that knock at the door…it’s me.

This is the money shot right here...bangles by Glam Gorgeous...ring and glasses my own.

So this is how I look when I’m making fabulously tough decisions. My current quandary is: Do I leave 12 or 13 million to my cat? I mean, 13 is a lucky number, but 12 is an even number….ugh, maybe I’ll just pay my lawyer an even 5 to decide for me…

 

By the way, if you’re thinking it’s warming up, or furs don’t cut it in the tropics…suffer for the fur, dahling. I mean, you wouldn’t have been the only one. (Was that too much? Oh snap, it’s PETA, and they have torches and pitchforks!!!)

Quick, take down the info:

http://www.facebook.com/glamgorgeous.modern.vintage.clothing
shop@glamgorgeous.com

Go. Fur. Now,

-KH

A Dose of Stranger Style

20 Mar

And it’s my own!

OK, everybody, calm down, the cigarette is for effect! But the moral of this story is that I love H&M. I was first introduced to the brand when I lived in Belgium at the tender age of 16. I won’t mention how many years ago that was. But I fell immediately in love and my feelings haven’t changed. Everything I’m wearing is from H&M. The skirt deserves honourable mention, because it was a part of the H&M Conscious Collection, and so it’s made from all recycled materials. Gorgeous, eh? Yeah, I concur. So I hit up Bar 13 on University Place, a three level club that has a reggae party on Wednesday nights and Sunday nights, and compared to everybody else, I looked like a librarian, but who cares. This is NYC street style, from me to you.

See you in the streets,

-KH

P.S. Both rings are from Forever 21. Sorry H&M, I had to cheat on you somewhere…

It Sucks to Be a Model

23 Jan

So this picture may not seem like it has anything to do with the overall theme of my blog going into 2012, which is to capture the New York that New Yorkers sometimes forget exists, but that makes the city what it is. But it in fact has everything to do with it. This is exactly the kind of stuff happening around the city that bag-laden shoppers forget. NYC is the fashion capital. Fashion is happening every day, every where, on ordinary people, on random street corners, while pedestrians pass by in a desensitized rush. Except me this past Wednesday. I was in the very fashion-conscious shopping area of Broadway for one of two new internships I started this winter, and on my lunch break, I spotted this lucky little nymph in the middle of a fashion shoot. Except, as with the nature of fashion, campaigns and designs for spring are shot/publicized/released in the winter, and so when you see a woman looking gorgeous outside in a strappy dress, she had to be standing in 20 degree, blustery windy weather to get the shot. I felt her pain, because in a dress, jacket coat and boots with thermal socks, I was freezing. But how does that expression go in fashion…oh yeah, “Get out there and stop whining. These aren’t the days of Linda Evangelista and Naomi Campbell and whether or not they’ll get out of bed for 5k. You’re nobody. And lose five pounds while you’re at it.” Yeah, I think that’s how it goes.

May the Force of Fashion Be with You,

-K

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