Nasty Gals In The Wild: Natalie Glover

Studio Soundtracks: Chromeo

Nails: Nagisa Kaneko From Disco Nail

Trends: Plaid Is Rad

Trends: Logomania


Friday, April 18, 2014 Top Tens: #GIRLBOSSES


1. Sophia Amoruso

Our very own #GIRLBOSS Sophia Amoruso turns 30 this weekend (on 4/20, nonetheless!), so in honor of her big day, we rounded up our 10 #GIRLBOSSes of the moment.

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Friday, April 18, 2014 Just Sayin’: Weed Chat: Part 1


Everyone remembers their first time—smoking weed, that is. In honor of Sunday’s stoner holiday (4/20!), our Nasty Gal homies got real about their first encounter with the magical herb. Here’s part one of a three-part cyber hangout.

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Thursday, April 17, 2014 Top Tens: L.A. Record Stores



This Saturday is Record Store Day, so we put together a list of the best local record stores in L.A. for you to pretend, if only for a few hours, that Spotify doesn’t exist.

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Thursday, April 17, 2014 Studio Soundtracks: Meredith Graves


Meredith Graves reminds me of Judy Garland—if Judy Garland threw herself around in circles on stage, stomping her feet and manipulating her hands to match her lyrical questions of marriage, love and rejection. The Syracuse-based front woman and her band Perfect Pussy recently signed to Captured Tracks and their critically-acclaimed debut release Say Yes To Love sent them across the country and beyond, a few times over. Always on the road and turning heads, Graves is a pixie dust, banging ball of fury with unique style. I would call her “old-world-charm-meets-early-millennium-pop-punk”. I sat down with my dear friend Graves to talk about fashion on the road and take a peek through her favorite looks in some tour snapshots.  —Mish Way

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Thursday, April 17, 2014 Nasty Gals In The Wild: I Was There…

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Our Junior Fashion Copywriter Remy Ramirez shares her experience at the first-ever Coachella back in 1999, where she swiped up her $50 tickets at a Virgin Records store in Hollywood and survived the desert heat in mid-October.

I Christened Coachella. No seriously, I did. I was the first 18-year-old girl to wear a vintage bikini top, cutoffs, and cowboy hat to the desert—and to roll so hard I’d end up sitting on the grass with two dudes, rubbing their hairy calves euphorically while the headliner’s muffled scream-singing droned somewhere on the other side of a mega-crowd.  It went a little something like this.

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