Dash Snow (rest in peace, 7/27/81 - 7/13/09) writing on Olivier Zahm's YSL Manifesto bag

Photo: Olivier Zahm
Marc Jacobs Lola Eau de Parfum looks sweet, saucy and sexy
I have a petite confession to make: I'm just a touch obsessed with the name Lola. Say it three times, as fast as you can. Lolaaaaaaa...it just rolls off your tongue. It's sweet. It's a bit saucy. It's sexy, to say the least.
Marc Jacobs and I must think alike. Always a bit wacky, whimsical and leaving us pleasantly surprised, his new perfume, Lola (of course), is, from the photographs I have seen, a scandalous, sensual bottle of beauty.
"We're about to launch another fragrance, so it's always nice.…I'm very pleased with the new one [Lola], and I'm very happy with the success of Daisy." - Marc Jacobs (WWD)
Sealed tight in one of the sexiest glass packages since my L de Lolita Lempicka (maybe it's the "Lol" part - I have an infatuation with fragrances that begin with that pretty "L" note), Lola looks like a classy little broad.
I haven't taken a whiff yet, as it doesn't hit beauty shelves until August, but I'm confident it smells as good as it looks. And even if it doesn't, I'll still buy it, because that gorgeous bottle would look absolutely fabulous on my dresser.
Photo: Nitrolicious
Found Rolling Stone's iconic Children of Rock issue in my archives
Four years ago, I was dressed in black tights, a plaid kilt and prim, monogrammed button-up shirt, listlessly sitting in a classroom in my preppy, all-girls private school. I was yearning for much more beyond those four walls. I wanted to write. I wanted to work in fashion. I knew I needed to do both in order to satiate my desires and dreams.
I was experiencing a bit of incongruity with my wardrobe. I despised that uniform and constantly sought out ways to spice it up. Whether it was by wearing a brightly-colored, fitted tee underneath the pale yellow fabrication I loathed, tying a contrasting satin ribbon around my neck or rubbing purple Urban Decay eyeshadow on my lids, I was a bit of a dissident. I didn't want to look like everyone else, and I made sure I didn't.
Rolling Stone was one of my favorite magazines during those insolent years, and I was constantly inspired by the sexy artists' garb, onstage and off. The April 7, 2005 issue was the most influential I had ever read. The Children of Rock article is part of the reason why I decided to study journalism, and the cover has influenced my own sense of style time and time again.
Alexandra Richards is a beautiful example of the iconic enmeshing of fashion and music. Her rumpled "bedhead" look, smoky eyes, vintage blazer, denim and distinctive accessories offer a glimpse into her personality. (Never mind the UGG boots; this was 2005!)
Like Richards, and perhaps the stylists at Rolling Stone, I have always felt that style is very personal and correlates with character. Whether consciously or subconsciously, the way a person presents themselves to the world reverberates and tells a tale.
Photo: Rolling Stone






