Welcome to the new and improved Secretly Fancy! I am thrilled to unveil our new look that I have been scheming up this summer. Along with the new design will come lot’s of new posts and ideas. I’m looking forward to sharing my latest fashion finds, decor dreams and lots and lots of inspiration. Stay tuned for some good stuff. I promise it won’t be boring 😉
I’m lucky to have friends and family who live in LA. Most notably, my brother, his sweet wife and my best friend since I was 6*. I’m in LA often and always get into the laid back vibes of the city. If NYC is the city that doesn’t sleep, LA is the city that never ever gets dressed up … EVER, unless it’s the Oscars. When I’m on the west coast, I find myself breathing deeper and wearing casual chic sportswear that still has my secretly fancy vibe. I hope you enjoyed some images (via my Pinterest) that channel my west side style. Here is a peak at some of my must haves for my packing list.
1. Frame Denim. With the I don’t give a f%#$ rips.
2. Leather jacket for the perfectly chilly nights. Zara does a leather biker jacket very well for an alarmingly low price point.
3. “Chucks”, also known as converse. I usually go with my white low tops which are now a shade of yellow that can only be described as urine-like.
4. American apparel V-necks. Layer some delicate necklaces, throw on a skinny jean and go. A heather grey is the most versatile and looks great with the aforementioned leather biker jacket.
5. Shades. I must have a selection of at least 3 sunglasses to match my every changing mood. Here are a pair of my go-tos.
6. Classic heel. This is for making day to night looks happen. I purchased a pair recently that are pretty much identical to these beauties and they look good with everything… actually everything. For a lower price point, this SJP pump is a great looking alternative.
* Please pardon the previous error… emily
not a bag person”. Ah, that sentence I used to utter from time to time. There
was an extended stretch, not too long ago, where I would pride myself on not
being a “bag person”. I was the girl who
irritatingly would ask, ‘Can you hold this in your bag for me?’ Anything to
avoid carrying a purse, clutch, satchel or otherwise, I was into. Recently I uttered those words and a friend
looked at me like I had 16 heads and remarked, ‘sorry girl, you can’t say that
anymore’. So, turns out she was correct.
I can’t say that I’m not a “bag person” anymore. Over the past 2 years, I have started
amassing what I feel is a fun collection of hand held accents. Now as I reflect on my rejection of bags, I
think it is multilayered. (Faaaahcinating,
I know.) Firstly, growing up I was playing
sports, riding horses or otherwise running around like a maniac. I rejected the feeling of being tied down, as
I would voyage from one friend’s house to another, not stopping along the
way. I think this is still my spirit and
the idea of just getting up and going, not being tied down to something,
someone or even an inanimate object is appealing to me. It’s the same reason, most of the time I
don’t wear an inch of my jewelry… kind of like why? I just pick up and go. I also used to have a problem with the
aesthetics of most bags. I found myself
finding something wrong with every single one: ‘The hardware looks cheap’, ‘The
zipper is tacky’, and on and on and on.
This along with the fact that most of the purses I was seeing on my
friends didn’t appeal to me in the least bit. So, what’s a weirdo like me to
do? I wound up either carrying nothing
or my mothers vintage Carlos Falchi original python doctor bag from the 90’s. (A few years back a petit old
Italian man approached me in a West Village restaurant and said “that’s my bag…
That’s my original bag”… cool as shit, but I digress). Anyhoo, since then something has switched and
I now find myself falling in love with various bags for various reasons. Maybe this is my version of settling down.
Maybe this is symbolic. Maybe I just started looking a little deeper into the
accessories landscape. I hope you enjoy
the ones I featured above… they are next on my list. Shit. I’m a bag person.
sums me up to a tee. it’s simple, it’s
complicated, its alive! my divine love
of color started from a very young age and i remember going big with
color. the brighter the better was my
motto, even though i had the assistance of being a child of the late 80’s early 90’s, i seized
every opportunity to express myself through color. i have always worn my heart on my sleeve. my
emotions lie just beneath the surface, teetering right below, waiting for the
right or wrong moment to burst through. for
the same reason that i thrive off of emoting and emotions, i love colors. color is the world around us trying to emote,
trying to feel and trying to provoke. my
only response to this concept is a big hats off. with color, it feels like something is working
with me, encouraging me to be myself. not judging me for feeling a certain
something, tempering my joy or my sadness, instead color is present, it’s
cool. you can’t go just changing
color. it doesn’t shy away from circumstance,
nor does it shift to suit its company. color
makes me feel something and i love it.