The Clothing Coven Hits NYC

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In the high school of life, Mallory Llewellyn and Tallulah Willis are the girls everyone else wants to be. They’re the ones who look impossibly cool in their off-kilter outfits. They are also the girls that come off super intimidating, but are actually friends with every kid in every clique, from the weirdos to the goths to the jocks to the cheerleaders: that’s just how they roll. At 20-years old, Mallory and Tallulah aren’t that far removed from high school, but they are still the girls that every other girl wants to be. In March of this year, the best friends with “the same taste but totally different style” launched The Clothing Coven (really cool Instagram found here), an online magazine that they intend to act as, in the words of Mallory, “pretty much a helm for every type of girl. It can be a place for the weirdo who doesn’t fit in, the pretty girl who has no friends because everyone is jealous, or the mom who wants to stay hip on what her kids are into.”

The Clothing Coven isn’t just a fashion blog: the site covers everything from style to music to photography to art to travel, all with a distinctly personal touch, like your two imaginary best friends are cluing you in as to what’s up in the world of cool.

Recently Tallulah and Mallory took a month-long trip to NYC and shared with us their favorite moments:

Lady DJ: Harley Viera Newton

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If there’s one thing we envy more than Harley Viera-Newton’s prowess on the decks, it’s her effortless Cali girl beauty and killer NYC style. Seems like we’re not the only ones. The bi-coastal DJ has been pictured on the pages of Vogue and Jalouse, and recently became a Beauty Ambassador for Dior. She also has a deal with Jay-Z’s label, Roc Nation – which makes the perfect candidate for a Lady DJ profile, wouldn’t you agree? Read on to discover Harley’s go-to party starter, her favorite DJing outfit, and details on the best party she’s ever been to.

Pillow Talk

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It’s time to dim the lights and celebrate nappy hour! This week, BOLD Room LA is kicking off NAP TIME, because shut eye should be an all-day thing. Our sleep-happy friends are turning the DTLA gallery into a dream room of cloud-like beds by VVOODS. NAP TIME runs through July 18th, from 11 am to 6pm. And for those who are looking to catch some Z’s after hours, come out to CLUB NAP on July 17th from 7pm to 11pm. Imagine that one amazing scene from Sex And The City where all the girls go to Club Bed and don’t even seem to appreciate how cool it is that they’re partying on actual beds. It’s like that but probably a lot better.

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A Different Kind of Instagram

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In the digital world, it’s hard to see beyond strategic selfies and personal promo. But Marissa and I believe that Instagram and Twitter and all of those things can be pretty useful. A few years ago, the two of us created personal Instagram accounts, where we posted pictures of our crazy outfits and cool friends or, in my case, my really good-looking golden retriever. Instagram was fun, but not exactly professional. Then, Marissa had a genius idea and within a couple days she had Cur8ed, an Instagram profile where she posted her favorite editorials and reinvented them on her own body. It was genius and I was jealous. So, on a car ride with her, Marissa encouraged me to start something too. Fast forward a few months and I was the proud owner of Copy Lab, something I’ve deemed “a social experiment on taste and perception” but is, in all reality, Photoshopping designer goods onto famous paintings. Instafame still hasn’t hit either of us, but we’re having fun doing it, and it’s a lot more fun to create original content than it is to take millions of selfies (eventhough, yeah, we still do that on occasion). Marissa and I had a conversation about all things Insta a few days ago and thought we would share! –Chris Rellas

An Ode to the Crop Top

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It started with the Spice Girls. Like most brown-haired British girls growing up in the late ‘90s, my childhood was spent arguing with my schoolmates about whether I was more of a Sporty or a Posh. Posh had her charms, certainly – the LBDs, the pout – but Sporty could backflip. Sporty had a gold tooth. Sporty wore track pants andcrop tops. In my nine year old mind, something about this aesthetic registered, and it resonated. Still too young to buy my own clothes – especially ones that revealed acres of flesh – I banked this look somewhere deep in my internal #inspo folder (those primitive days before Tumblr!), to be referenced at a later date.

When that day finally rolled around, the crop top was thankfully still in vogue – albeit in a new form. By this point, All Saints were the trend-setting Brit girl band of the day, and I quickly set about copycatting their look: Baggy, low-slung combat pants, Adidas shell toe sneakers, and a cotton tank top, cropped several inches above the (exposed) hipbone. This lower abdominal exposure was less forgiving/tasteful than the upper ab region we’ve taken to showcasing now, but I committed to the look regardless. For much of my adolescence I was happily walking around with my kidneys (and often, underwear) exposed, until one day my style-conscious Dad took me aside and pointed out that “sometimes it’s more flattering to cover up.” Ouch. OK. Point taken.

Remembering The Ramones

On Friday, July 11th, Tommy Ramone died, and just like that, 1,2,3,4, all the original members of the Ramones were gone. I cried when I heard the news. Okay, so maybe I cry a lot, at vacuum cleaner commercials and concerts and movies and previews for movies, but when I heard about Tommy’s death, I cried because the Ramones were important to me in a way that not many other bands were. The Ramones were my Beatles. Not only were they my Beatles, they were punk rock’s Beatles: they created a sound that would spawn in some way or another a million and a half bands, from The Clash to The Misfits to The Strokes. There would be no Nirvana without the Ramones. There would be no Black Flag, there would be no Beastie Boys. Don’t even get me started on Green Day or Blink-182 (or the throngs of present-day eye-liner-loving Warped Tour bands I can’t actually identify). The Ramones, with their hook-ridden, blistering-beat two-and-a-half minute tunes, are responsible for easily 97% of my favorite bands, who in turn took turns rescuing me at various angst-ridden, alienated junctures of my youth. By that logic, the Ramones saved my life, and for that I am eternally grateful.

The Ramones didn’t just create a unique sound: they created a whole universe around their own mythology. Joey, Johnny, Tommy, and Dee Dee (and later, Marky, CJ, Richie, and Elvis) were not related, but they were all Ramones in name and in practice: they all sported the same sign

Grin and Bare It

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It’s Monday and we’re in the mood to be nude. Why, you ask? Because it’s National Nude Day. While our 7th favorite holiday encourages individuals around the globe to disrobe, there are unfortunately some legal consequences for doing so. So, in an effort to partake in the scantily-clad celebration without getting arrested (because frankly that is just not the way we’ve imagined being naked in handcuffs), we’ve rounded up our favorite stuff to celebrate being in the buff. After all, nude fashion can be more liberating than the actual thing. Imagine all those double takes you’ll get.

Doing It White

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We just talked about the ever-changing little black dress. So, in an effort to be fair, we’re going to recognize the other side of the spectrum. Tons of people already ascribe to #ALLWHITEEVERYTHING, but it’s not just about head-to-toe monochromatism. People like Ivania Carpio surround their lives in white, adorning themselves in minimal accessories and designing their living spaces to look like that scene in Charlie’s Angels where Natalie sneaks into Redstar’s computer in an all-white unitard. No one ever gets that reference, so here, watch. We rounded up some inspo images in case you’re thinking that white might be the non-color you’ve been looking for!

The Queen’s English by Martine Syms and Cat Roif

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Martine Syms has already taught us a lot about music and art. But today, we want to spread the word about one of her and photographer phenom Cat Roif‘s personal projects, because they’re doing some pretty cool stuff. From July 13 through August 31, Armory Center for the Arts will feature The Queen’s Englishan exhibition and reading room. The exhibition will explore black feminist communities in the ’70s and promote discussions on language and representation. In other words, this is cool stuff and you should go! The opening reception is this Saturday the 12th from 7:00 to 9:00 pm!