Fashionable Friends: JIMI EDITION!!!

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THIS PICTURE folks. This picture illustrates why it has taken me so long to write this post about one of my most fashionable female friends… she is way too fun a drinking partner! That bitch. After beginning my informal interview at Valentines downtown, we headed to the Eastside to check out one of her favorites, the legendary Lloyd Allen Sr. (never been? It’s worth your while.) at the Blue Diamond on Sandy Blvd. where the above pictured drinks were consumed and from where I took a Radio Cab to a different bar and then to a loft party and then to my bed where I woke up the next morning realizing I had lost the notebook in which I had recorded what I had remembered to be an EPIC conversation.

However, never fear. The notebook was found, waiting patiently for me in the loft where I had left it. Right under this ass poster at the Pizza Friday offices (check them out):

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God damn miracle. Therefore we are now finally able to proceed and I can gush with proper notation over one of my most fashionable, talented, and fucking awesome friends here in Portland, Miss Jimi Pop. About fucking time, I know.

To really get at the heart of it … one of the things I love most about Jimi is that she is so, so, so fucking cool, like, painfully cool, and yet still, one of the sweetest, most unassuming friends I have. Unlike me, her cool quotient is off the charts, but even though I don’t front a seriously kick ass local Portland band, or have an effortless sense of style that translates into second-hand retail sales, or make and successfully sell my own jewelry line, or have epic hair … ok wait, I do have epic hair, but even though I am lacking in all those other areas that would earn me textbook cool points, Jimi never makes me feel like anything less than her equal. If you live in a place like Portland, where “cool” reigns supreme, I’m sure you understand how rare and endearing a characteristic this is in a person of her caliber.

Ok, so meet Jimi:

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Ugh I know. I’ve written about her before a few times on this blog. Like, there was that one time I wrote about her because even though I’ve gotten really used to her being a blonde, she used to have babe-tastic raven black locks:

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Yeah, sorry, she’s totally taken too. By that handsome boy rocking some serious liner on the left, who acts as 1/6 of their band, Thanks. This is a primarily a fashion blog, but what fits better with fashion than rock n’ roll? Correct answer: not much.

The reviews are in … from me, Willamette Week, and the Portland Mercury … Thanks churns out some seriously growly, sexy, soulful music. They’ll soon be recording a full length album, but in the meantime, their EP, Silver Scars Will Be Our Constellations, is available on iTunes for less than $6. So, I mean, I’d check it out if I were you. They also play around Portland pretty frequently and put on a killer live show, so if you’re in the area, follow them on Facebook for upcoming events. Totally worth your while. They’re mega talented and also ALL SO ATTRACTIVE. It’s dumb.

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According to Jimi (omg I’m pulling notes from my once lost notebook! so exciting), she was always obsessed with R&B music – I have Mariah Carey and Boy II Men scrawled down so let’s go with that – and always wanted to be the girl doing runs in the background of said R&B.

And then … well then … I can’t really tell what happens! See for yourself …

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I mean, write your own story here people, and I’ll skip to the point in my notes where it clearly says she has a moment of revelation, exclaiming: “I was sitting in my car and I was like ‘Fuck that! I can sing!”

She goes on to tell me that not only did she realize she had a set of pipes, but she could also write. And since you’ve already gone and listened to the Thanks EP, you know how right she was about that.

Beyond Jimi’s talent, can I also point out the notable camaraderie inherent in this band? It’s tempting to assign Jimi a Gwen Stefani, front-woman stigma, however in this band, it’s anything but. They really actually truly all love each other and pull their weight and when they’re up there on stage your eye is equally drawn to all of them at any given moment. Someday I’ll write fashion profiles on each of them, but for now, let’s get back to Jimi and her fashion steez.

It’s enviable. Mostly because it seems so effortless. Bitch. Some people just got “It”, right?

You want any of these items? Cause they’re totally waiting for you to buy them from her leased space down at Red Fox Vintage’s newest location on Woodstock.

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Guess ankle booties/banana republic oatmeal sweater/dooney & bourke bucket backpack/vintage Abercrombie boyfriend jeans!!!
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“Uhhhmazing vintage Wilson’s leather front zipper pencil skirt/lady sized authentic fatigues. I might not be able to sell these… Space 36! Red Fox on Woodstock.” – Jimi
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Otello Pele thigh length leather vest/Mexico muscle crop tank/classic flannel
She excitedly mentioned to me over happy hour the other day that in her first week leasing this space, she had sold enough to cover her share of the rent AND make a profit. This obviously has something to do with the fact that, as she explains to me, she was born under a “Thrifting Star”. She’s always getting lucky and finding awesome goods. Clearly.
She also has a system she follows when searching for the racks at everyone’s go-to spot Goodwill (or as Jimi calls it, the Mothership): “I start in the shoes, then I move on to the bags, then the dresses, and then I’m warmed up enough to fuck with the shirts and stuff.” But she doesn’t do pants because … wait, I can tell you why, because trying on pants sucks. I mean you actually have to try them on most of the time and screw that. I fucking hate trying on pants, which is why I keep going back to buy the same pair in different colors and variations from Urban Outfitter. I don’t really know if that’s why she doesn’t thrift the slacks section, but it’s universally true enough that I’m going with it.

Oh and guess what, I’ve tried Jimi’s “system” and I am not born under a thrifting star. I know. It’s totally shocking. I never find shit. And I get impatient right around the “bags” part, which is why I collect books instead of clothes. Luckily, now that she has her own leased space, I can just go buy the stuff she picks out. Beats Internet window shopping, which is ALL I do these days. Then I decide to think about a purchase over drinks and next thing you know all the money set aside for clothes is spent on whiskey shots and tacos or something and … this is why I only write about other people’s fashion. Moving along …
The day we met for our interview she had just found these gems at Little Edie’s Five and Dime on N. Williams. Pretty perfect condition of course.
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And she had tie-dyed her own shirt.
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Oh and that jewelry? She made that. Her very own Old Tiger and Peach line. The name is a Charles Bukowski reference, so you know, that’s also hot.
I will take a crystal pendant please and I’ve always been a sucker for the geometric drop necklace too.
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All her jewelry is available on her Etsy site HERE and also at Rad Summer  on Burnside if you’re a local.
So – as you can see – Jimi does a lot of cool shit. And has great style. And is a great drinking partner. And is a totally rad girl. It was a no-brainer profile. I’m thankful she’s in Portland and not tromping around being ultra cool in New York or something.
I’m also thankful for Thanks. I’m excited to see where their future takes them – and I think it will be somewhere wonderful and exotic – so best see them now while you can still get all close and personal up in their shit.
And I think because she’s so nice to look at we’ll just end with some pretty photos! K? K. xoxo, Lou
Modeling for Sturnelle Collection – Photo by Em Bolles (you’ve read about her, right?)
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Dressed as Prince … I know, right?
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And finally being very Portland and very pretty with my FAVORITE GIRL NIKKI! Hi Nikki! We miss you.
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I Blame Loft Parties

Last thing I remember was taking a cab to our friend’s space in the Portland Storage Building. Ok, I mean, I remember more after that of course, kind of, but what I didn’t remember was where I left my notebook with all my CWPL ramblings and I’m just gonna go ahead and blame two things for this: 1. Jimi Pop and 2. The Blue Diamond.

Those two started it. I was just trying to interview the babe for a blog post and next thing I know I’m cabbing home at 4 am sans interview notes. She is my favorite and you can watch for her MUCH DELAYED article soon. Promise. Because I finally got that mother loving notebook back.

Until then, can we just talk about how I saw Spring Breakers this last weekend and have spent all my time since then singing Britney Spears songs and wishing I could wander around 24/7 in a bikini and some hi tops?? It’s bad.

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This was a surprisingly good movie, right? I mean I knew it would full of boobs and beer and blah blah, but what I didn’t expect was that James Franco would actually be enjoyable to watch and that the girl camaraderie would be so locked in. I mean it’s actually a really girl-friend centric movie and I would write more on this here, but I’ma need to watch it again first. Because let’s face it, I was dog ass tired sitting in that theater. Tired from partying. Honestly the last thing I wanted to do was watch other people party, even that sounded exhausting, but now looking back I am super pleased that it exceeded my expectations.

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Come on! Right? And as much as I am scouring the Dolls Kill website for neon, bud leaf motif, short shorts, I am also dying to do profiles on all of these actresses’ real life fashion because come on, you want to rip on Coachella-happy Vanessa Hudgens’s over-the-top hippie steez too, right?

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I don’t get it. Is the tambourine an accessory? Or does she actually know how to keep a beat with that thing?? Also I would get super annoyed with a purse that low, bumping on my knees and shit as I walk and stomp my feet to the beat of my tambourine, but fuck if I don’t want a fringe purse! I do. Really bad. Have my heart set on one. Will throw up a post about that too so you can see. But for now I’m going to keep looking at The Urban Realist for ideas on which bathing suit/kicks combination I like best …

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Peace out bitches. xoxo, Lou

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Portland Flea

Vintage shopping and cooking have always been sort of the same for me. In the way that I’m  I’m not all that good at doing either even though I so desperately want to be and know I could be if only I could get past my impatience.

So imagine my surprise and delight over the last month or so when I’ve found myself shopping thrift and actually enjoying it! There have been some really awesome, recent Goodwill excursions. And let’s face it, Naked Lady Parities and Swaps are kind of like thrift shopping for beginners.

Another great experience I had recently came in the form of Portland Flea. This half indoor, half outdoor market invites a handful of Portland vendors to showcase their wares on the third Sunday of every month (pst, remaining dates are: 5/19, 6/16, 7/21, 8/18, 9/15, 10/20, 11/17 & 12/15) along a one block stretch of SE Portland that includes the beautiful Union/Pine.

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I went with one of my most skilled thrifting friends, Jordan, you should all know her fairly well by now, and it didn’t take us long to scour the various racks. In fact, I loved how I never felt overwhelmed. The small, select number of stands allow for a less intimidating experience than a store full of stuff and the farmers market casualty of it really let me shop stress free.

The first thing I picked up were a pair of leather/suede tan cowboy boots from Scout & Parcel. 

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Look at my cat, Bandit. She loves them.

I’ve heard Portland Flea can be a little overpriced, and sure I could see that at times when I was there, but I bought these for $24 not knowing or caring what kind of deal that was. I could tell they were quality. They were a good neutral color. I could afford them. And I’ve always been a real fucking nerd for horses, which is also developing into a real love of a fashionable western aesthetic, so I knew these would become staples.

Plus they are old and worn-in and well-loved and it felt so good not consuming something new.

And I’ve already tested them … they are perfect for summer bbq’s and road trips.

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So, solid decision. I’m happy about that. My purchasing anxiety was little to none and I love my new kicks! Shopping success.

Jordan tried on some stuff too. Right in the middle of the place. Because some people in dressing rooms are SLOW.

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And while she did tried to zip up those adorable fucking shorts, I found my second purchase of the day: an $8 framed photograph of Mount St. Helens. I am obsessed with Mount St. Helen’s. I’ve always wanted an awesome Mount St. Helens picture. And honestly, I just trusted that some day I’d stumble upon the perfect one.

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I picked up this little guy from Canned Ham Collectables. Is it weird that now I just want more? I am going to be such a freak with 20 Mount St. Helens pictures on my wall.

But before that happens, let me tell you about my third and final purchase of the day. I think some of you will recognize this one, but yeah, I had to have it!

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That’s right. I even have pictures modeling this beauty! And now it’s mine. It was love at first fitting.

And yes, that means lovely Emily from Sturnelle Collection was there!

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I might have to have that black and white dress next …

But yeah. That’s it! That’s what I bought! And I love all three of them equally! And they all feel so cohesive with my mood of late and my style leanings and the way I want my summer to feel. And it all started with chicken, waffles, and Budweiser so I’m sure that yeah, that had something to do with how dreamy it all was.

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Ok! I’m leaving for CA this Thursday. Gotta drop my hot mama Jordan off for her epic cross-country road trip and also visit SF because it’s fucking ludicrous I’ve never been there, so if I don’t get another post in before that, I’ll be hitting you up from the road on Instagram (@cheapwineandpantylines)

xoxo,

Lou

Break For: Portland Steez

Yesterday I wen to the Portland Flea and got some pretty special treasures. But before I get to that, how about we break for Portland steez?

My most special baby Jordan was accompanying me on the thrifting adventures of the morning and when I caught her post-market excursion standing next to this little betty, I knew I had my shot.


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Jordan & Tasha

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I mean, there’s not a whole lot more to say, is there?
Cute, cute cute. Skirts, jewelry, layers … you’re welcome.
xoxo,
Lou

10 Things I Love About Naked Lady Parties

I recently hosted a Naked Lady Party at my apartment. In case you’re unfamiliar, this is where you invite a gaggle of girlfriends to visit your house with armloads of their old accessories, clothing, shoes, etc that they no longer want in their closet.

Methods on the actual swapping of stuff varies, but in our case, we typically sort the goods into categories (sweaters, dresses/skirts, jewelry/accessories, pants) and have at it.

Below are the top 10 things I love about these swaps.

10. Food

I always ask my girls to help supply the food and drink for these shindigs. So while I’ll buy some champagne and delicious juice, maybe some carrots and dip, I rely on them to bring the stuff I’d never buy myself like Doritos and Blueberry moonshine (thanks Lauren!)

In all honestly, I might have thrown this party solely in the hopes someone would bring a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. And I don’t know why we served them off of a plate, we just did ok?

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A kitchen full of girls and food. WINNING.

9. They cure hangovers

The night before this swap I was slaving away collecting notes for Miss Jimi Pop’s upcoming feature. It was a real sacrifice let me tell you. So I went from this Friday night:

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To this on Saturday day:

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That’s my boyfriend’s dirty t-shirt. I could hardly put makeup on. I wanted to sleep all day. But I didn’t. Because I knew I had 10 girls coming over to my house … my dirty house full of empty cupboards. My friend Jordan promised I would snap out of it, and guess what? I did.

Having a bunch of girlfriends over to your house to drink tons of booze and eat and laugh and “shop” works fucking wonders for a hangover. So eventually, I ended up feeling like this:

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(We were actually sending that picture to my boyfriend for doing most of the party prep work. God bless him for understanding the demands of this blog, right?)

8. Friend Steez

It’s really fun to see the things your friends find  and how they incorporate them into their own sense of style. It’s also awesome to pick up a piece of clothing and know immediately who brought it. Swaps allow you to accumulate fashion finds you might never pick out for yourself. And with everything being free – it’s virtually risk free!

The only risk that remains after leaving the party is figuring out how not to look like an asshole when wearing all your new shit.

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My friend Laura scored this party purse. We don’t know what it’s for … drugs? Condoms? But who really cares? It looks fucking cute.

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Somehow Jordan managed to find a made-for-her vintage crop top and vest that weren’t already housed in her own closet. Aren’t you already loving how she’s styling her shit? Cute. Always cute. 

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I found this sweater!!!! Which I want to live in it’s so comfortable. Fine, fine … I’ll show you the real deal and not the ‘filtered til you don’t look hungover’ deal.

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7. Girls looking like adorable jackasses in ridiculous clothing

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6. Having your friends call you a bitch for making fun of their clothes

5. Having your house look like a store where everything is free.

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4. This sweater

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3. Girlfriends

There has not been one swap where I haven’t met at least one new friend. It’s a great way for your friend circles to mix and for friends to invite new friends to join. I love meeting new girlfriends because who are we kidding? Girlfriends are the absolute BEST!

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2. The Clothes

This last swap, I walked away with quite a few new items of clothing. An entire basket full actually. Here’s the deal: it’s more or less free shit, you can take fashion risks, you cut down on shopping time, you get to drink while you shop, so many of your friends are there to lend their opinions, sometimes you find AMAZING stuff (who was there when I got the cutest Cheap Monday jeans on earth???)

Here’s a look at some of the stuff I found this time around:

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Hello cute new ass-tight jean skirt!

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Orange/Red pants! Welcome to my summer wardrobe!

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Prints, prints, prints!

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My boyfriend “Where would you even wear that to?”

Me: “Um I dunno, probably wherever the fuck I want.”

Yay! Welcome new suede, button-detail, ankle  length skirt!

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Yeah I got really lazy taking these photos, but I do love getting new bathing suits.

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Cozy, cozy polka dot dress. And not obnoxious polka dots either as someone at the swap pointed out. And … pockets.

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Jordan! Haha oh the big, baggy, cropped, and hippie-influenced shit I got from Jordan. God bless her. And god bless how comfortable and amazing her style is.

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100% cotton on that baby – yes please.

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Haha – yep. Jordan’s. But Trash Cat is all mine. You can’t get cats at these things, at least not that I know of.

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Technically I got these the night before, but it counts. Orange Vintage Vans. Swoon.

1. Women

Yeah, it’s pretty great to have a bunch of girls getting naked and trying on clothes in your living room. But what’s even better is the community it builds.

Not only does it bring women together and support friendships among women, we also donate any leftover clothing to women’s shelters or women’s centered non-profits in town. So this focus on fostering positive female relationships through fashion is my #1 reason I love Naked Lady Parties.

Damn sometimes it just feels so good to be a girl and I love when we make an active effort to celebrate that.

If you haven’t had a chance to host or attend a Ladies Clothing Swap, I highly suggest you get on that stat.

xoxo, Lou

Fabulous, Fashionable, Friends

I’ve been thinking for a long time about how I might revamp this blog a little. So much in my life has changed since it began, that it seems only fitting that the blog itself change a little too. Luckily for me, it didn’t take too long to find my inspiration. It’s been in front of me all along in the form of fabulous, talented, and of course, fashionable, female friends. I told you last week I was going to do a profile on the amazing Lindsay Jo and her line of recycled skateboard jewelry and accessories:

 

The big hoops have always been some of my favorites. Can you believe those are old skateboard decks?

There’s more here though, so much more: http://www.maplexo.com/collections/all/

She’s all of 4’11” (that’s my guess), operates all her own power tools, and surrounds herself with adorably dirty skate boys, all while looking stupidly cute. I mean come on:

Aren’t you dying to know more about her? I am, which is why I’m paying her a visit today to find out more about how she got started, where her business is today, and of course, her favorite color of lipstick and where she buys her clothes. Duh.

And of course I will continue with the drunken fashion critiques, but I figure this is a good way to get the blog evolution started. I’m surrounded by some of the most amazing women and they all look great while doing what they do.

I mean, don’t you want to know about my gallery owner friend that owns the neon pants I talked shit about in that one post I wrote that one time?

Always fun to inadvertently make fun of something one of your friends owns. (Love you, girl!) For what it’s worth, she’s the one person in my life who I think neon makes sense on. She’s my next badass babe profile (this is your notice, Paige) so I will be sure to talk to her all about it:

This is an old picture. She even wore neon way back when she got the gallery space. Ooo girl. 

And then I just need to find someone I adore that wears my all time favorite hate parade item, Jeffrey Campbell Lita’s … do you exist, friend?

Anyway, that’s it! Just an update. Watch for that happening. Oh and we officially FINALLY have freaking internet at home. I will for sure be drunk one of these evenings critiquing someone or something. It’s only a matter of time.

xoxo, Lou