Wednesday, July 16, 2014 Studio Soundtracks: Lady DJ: Harley Viera Newton
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.
Incognito Anorak in Olive
Nasty Gal Fill In The Blank Dress
After Party Vintage Penelope Dress
Nasty Gal Juliana Dress
Nasty Gal Nip It In The Bud Bra
Nasty Gal Higher Ground Dress
Nasty Gal Ahead Of The Curves Bikini
Nasty Gal Marion Blouse
Tuesday, July 15, 2014 Right Now: Pillow Talk
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.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014 Right Now: A Different Kind of Instagram
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
Tuesday, July 15, 2014 Trends: An Ode to the Crop Top
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 and crop 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.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014 Nasty Guys: 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.
Unif Twerk Boyfriend Jeans
Converse All Star High-Top Sneaker in Black Leather
Nasty Gal Play Ball Tee
Cross The Line Crop Tee
Just Female Dagman Leather Jacket
Unif Outsider Denim Jacket in Black
Ramones Emblem Tee