I Just Want To Tell You Nothing

{via Fashion Gone Rogue}

Once again, when I'm down I find myself drawn back to supergirl inspired editorials, {gotta stop being so predictable, little Miss Rachel}.  These photos of Missy Rayder, shot by Thomas Klementsson for Intermission, embody such a sense of empowerment while maintaining an undeniable sex appeal that makes them both impactful and accessible at the same time.  The sheer capes are feminine and delicate, while that alligator print body suit, the cut-out suede, and that bizarre shredded dress demand your attention and create a look that only a strong, self-assured woman could pull off.  In short, I'm totally in love.  

I know I've been a bad blogger as of late, and I am so, so sorry to leave you dolls floating aimlessly through the blogosphere.  I've been channeling most of my energy into finding the dream job in Chicago, a process that is so exciting and yet completely draining.  I'll do my best to keep from neglecting you all, and hope you all will try to stick it out.  I have a feeling that it will be well worth it in the end! 

♫ ♪  Love You Till The End- The Pogues

Truly Yours,

Rachel 

When I Grow Up

{via knight cat, ...look closer, we heart it}

On this Inspiration Humpday my nerves are too overwhelming due to the exciting things to come in the upcoming days, that I can't imagine writing anything close to coherent, let alone inspiring.  So, darlings, I'll leave you with a big thank you for reading, and this quote:

"I'll be very very sexy under 18 pounds of chiffon and lace and velvet. And nobody will know what I really am.  I will have a mystique."

~ Stevie Nicks 

Truly yours,

Rachel

Kate Moss, So Faraway

Remember a few weeks ago when I was obsessing over this incredible campaign that Kate Moss is starring in for Longchamp? {the green dress, I can't stop thinking about that amazing green dress!}  Well thanks to the ever incredible Vogue Influencer Network,  I can now present you with an exclusive trailer for the full-length film "Faraway", starring the flawless Kate Moss in the spirit of her collaboration with the iconic Longchamp.  That dress, the desert {my fav!}, and Nancy Sinatra's sultry voice all make for spring time perfection, in my personal opinion.  Enjoy, and thank you to the Vogue Influencer Network for making this possible!

Truly yours,

Rachel

She's Like A Rainbow

{via we heart it, yo! vintage, and "I suck at recording photo sources"}

This Inspirational Humpday is brought to you by the harsh realization that grown ups don't get spring break.  This means no mid-March week dedicated to sunny weather, jean cutoffs, good books, sand, or fireworks, {both the literal and kissing induced ones}.  I'm pretty much determined to find a way to enjoy all of these things despite, {or in spite of}, adulthood, so who's with me?!  Here's to good friends, warm weather, great tunes, and never settling for anything less than butterflies!   

Truly yours,

Rachel

Starving For An Argument

 As I am most likely the only fashion blogger in the blogosphere that holds a degree in Jewish Studies, {"what exactly are you planning on doing with that degree?"}, it seems only natural that I lend a word on this horrifying John Galliano mess. 

 As you all know, Mr. Galliano was arrested in Paris for making anti-Jewish remarks in a bar, and shortly after his arrest The Sun obtained a video recording of Galliano on a similar tirade from late last year.  There is no excuse for this behavior, and I applaud France for having a no-tolerance policy on such hateful actions.  From the moment I watched the documentary Catwalk for the first time, I fell in love with Galliano and his uniquely theatrical designs and runway shows.  The man is an inspirational designer with an obvious flair for the dramatic.  Which leads me to my point, that it is overwhelmingly evident that Galliano's anti-Jewish remarks were primarily the drunken babbles of a sad and attention hungry man.  For Galliano to be a Hitler sympathizer would be the most hypocritical, self-damning action the man could make.  He is an openly gay man, {named one of Britain's most influential gay people}, who, because of this, would have been a direct target in Hitler's Final Solution.  This fact alone reveals that Galliano's remarks about loving Hitler were only for his love of shock-factor. I cannot attest to the validity of his anti-Jewish remarks, but would hope that he would not harbor such hateful feelings when he is employed in an industry that was revived in the post WWII era by Jews, {i.e. Ralph Lauren,  Anne Klein, Calvin Klein, Diane von Furstenberg, Donna Karan, Kenneth Cole and Michael Kors}. 

From the video of his earliest outburst it is evident that Galliano was entirely intoxicated, if not deranged, and it is clear that he has a series of serious problems that desperately need to be addressed.  I admire the Dior fashion house for realizing that talent and genius are sullied by hatred, and I hope that this industry that I love so much will continue to work to create beauty and eliminate intolerance. 

Truly yours,

Rachel

Dust Bowl Dance

{via we heart it, tfs}

I'm lacking much rhyme or reason today, feeling a bit like laying around in pretty, barely-there things and enjoying the sunshine.  One of my many new years resolutions was to replace my collection of ratty sweat pants with more delicate, sweet, lacy/satiny/cottony sleep-things, {I think I'd enjoy sleeping that much more}, and these pictures just remind me of that promise.  Oh, and breakfast, my favorite meal ever.

 {I judge people based on how they take their eggs}

Happy Inspirational Humpday, darlings!

Truly yours,

Rachel