StyleShifter

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

StyleShifter does Fashion Week!

Fashion Week - it's the most wonderful time of the year! Stay tuned for updates, including photos from the tents and of StyleShifter in a custom Harper Lamé dress and in the outfit pictured above, by our September designer meg (www.megshops.com)!

StyleShifter's calendar:
Friday: Joy Cioci show at Lincoln Center
Saturday: Rogues Gallery Presents Emerging Designers
Saturday: Plitz show
Sunday: Plitz show
Tuesday: Improvd show at Lincoln Center
Tuesday: Sachika show at Metropolitan Pavilion

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Dolce Vista - Fringetastic on Fourteenth Street

Fringetastic.

No lasso necessary for this look to rope us right in. We love the Native American theme seamlessly turned cowgirl. The distressed leather top with its fringework is both flattering and fun, especially paired with the creamiscle-colored pants. We could gaze at this outfit all day, lost in the pleasant quandary of whether we prefer the John Wayne nostalgia invoked by the prominently-buckled belt or our Pocahontas reminiscings caused by the simple side braid. Like the denim-clad admirer to the side, who else would stop in their tracks for this ensemble?

Monday, September 5, 2011

COMING THIS MONTH...MEG!!

http://www.megshops.com/

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Dolce Vista

Flouncy Flowy Fall Fashions.

All maxi dresses are not created equal. While a jersey sleeveless maxi dress in a primary color makes for breezy summerwear, we yearned for something more. And then, on what had been one ordinary midafternoon, we spotted this dress. It adheres to the general maxi dress concept while winking at fall with its rusty hue and long sleeves. Also, we highly approve of the switch from the typical empire waist to a belt at the waist for a change and for some added definition. And the cherry on top? The clutch!

Trendalert: Summer maxi dresses are converting into long below-the-knee skirts with many tiny pleats for fall. Worn with a belt around the waist and a button down top tucked in or tied in a knot safari-style, this look is comfortable and stylish.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

August's Cuore Di Moda: Harper Lamé (contact: harperlame@gmail.com)

Curating life.

Ch 6. He turned, tiny studs dripping down his shirt like the end of the affair. At least he had done what he wanted to do without fear of the consequences, and, for a moment, had truly lived. After all, as Harper Lamé always wrote, it was better than not being noticed at all.

Ch 5. They were interrupted by a shriek, as her nemesis pulled them apart. Startled and disgruntled, she eyed her nemesis up and down to observe a dress from next season’s Harper Lamé collection. The garment was moveable sculpture, giving the illusion of many layers of diverse fabric, when in fact there was one simple piece beneath. She gave out a laugh, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the warm brick wall.

Ch 4. He knew it was wrong, but he didn’t care…he couldn’t stop if he tried. He took her hand and led her away from her friend and away from the crowd. As they walked, he quickly glanced over his shoulder at her to see that she looked quizzical but somehow under-standing. They stopped. She laid down her Harper Lamé bag with its elaborate detailing, black leather body, and hardware handles, and they faced each other.

Ch 3. She joined her friend at the bar. Her friend updated her that even though he had gone through a tragic breakup last week, there was hope on the horizon. Tonight he wore a hoodie designed by Harper Lamé, with the somber breakup holes around his waist disappearing into studs springing from the gentle tap on the shoulder of a new love, as if left behind as jewels.

Ch 2. Absentmindedly, he played the glittering gold bar like the keys of a piano, awaiting an electric green absinthe. His silent song halted as he glimpsed her approaching. Her dress skimmed her body like molten metal.

Gone were the fleeting and varied glances of a moment ago that had revealed the versatility of Harper Lamé. No longer did he observe how the intricate detailing, studs, carefully shorn holes, thread adorning torsos at unexpected intervals, amount of skin revealed, and, of course, lamé, fit each person as if it had been so ordained. No. Instead, he was now inspired.

Ch 1. Her boot extinguished the glimmering embers he had left on the wrought iron staircase as she joined the underground party. Both of them wore custom Harper Lamé, flowing like living art throughout the group.

This was the only party in New York City worth attending and Harper Lamé was the only label worth wearing, to cry out brat, designer boho, outcast, glam, gutsy…and to change the world.