Shorts Brigade

Being that it is May, I think we should all move past our comfort zones (you know, May flowers and all). For me, I have this thing for leggings. I wear them like everyday, you can dress them up, you can dress them down, they're sexy but not gross, they work in warm or cool weather. They are my best friend, kinda.

However, sometimes we encounter people who enjoy taking us out of these said comfort zones, we'll call him George. George has comfort zones of his own, he enjoys boarding school attire, vinyard vines, and other things pastel or bearing similarities to what you might wear in, say, Greenwich.

So I am going cold turkey, no more leggings until June 10th, pas de facile... merde, qu'est ce que je vais faire? je ne sais pas, je ne sais pas...

The solution to this problem, I think, are shorts. I hate jeans... I have them. I hate them, I want to punch them in the face.

Sorry, that was graphic.

BISOUS.

Livin' With Lou Dogs' The Only Way To Stay Sane/ In an Aeroplane Over The Sea/ Other Things High

I shall address you with a citrus attitude, as summer approaches us. I think of lime and the basil hints in my mothers limeade to make everything feel refreshed and cleansed. I think of listening to Sublime (Ch ch ch ch check it), I think Miami, I think sandals from dolce vita.

I think of busying myself with things I actually like to do, more limeade.

I think of airplanes.

I love airplanes.

Speaking of airplanes, being far above the ground is not only made possible by staggering ticket sales and illegal substances, but shoes...

Refer to some previous post about my love of SUPER high shoes.

Thats right America, Stay above the influence, it can't reach you in these things.

Bisous Salopes.

East Meets West

In my spare time now, I go to the park and absorb as much sun as possible to try and relieve myself from this current state I am in. Being from LA, I do sun, I am west, I am this easy goingness that we all envy, or at least I like to hope/ think I am. 

I go to lawns and galleries and boutiques and comedy clubs and such, and I wonder about thinking of this theory of East Meets West...

When I think west, I think tans and sands and things that remind me of sand in its entirety. Sometimes I think of things like Coachella, where people walk around looks splendidly comfortable in their 100 degree fields and toting their respected statement pieces and environmentally sound water bottles. The epitome of casualties, all spun into poetry that is west.

(Pictures to come)

East, being a whole different sort of beast, in my opinion is the more formal of the two. I believe in navy, black, crisp whites, so long are the earthy tones to which belong the western categories, welcome the structured, harsher, higher and more complicated arrangements which we toss on our frames (which are spun and jogged to perfection, or lack thereof) for we have meetings to get to! blackberries to check! and other sorts of things that keep us harsh, unmistakably eastern, and envied by everyone else.

See in this category, one never seems to win, you look in Vogue, and you see they have won, and that makes you feel like a loser all over again.

Mais Ouais, East has met west, and it is so fine.

Merci Dieu pour le soliel!!!!!!!!!!!

bisous.

princess.

Godbless Romain B. James

This

Is

My 

Favourite

thing

about

the

internet.

It allows me to indulge myself in this beautiful culture in which it seems Romain has immersed himself.

IDA II IDA  VINCENT Fernanda

Godbless Romain

Bisous,

Princess.

Other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

young love, old pass time. 

  Most of those pictures were taken by my uncle, Joel Bernstein. Except the last one, which had the caption:

Tous ces moments perdus dans l`enchantement qui ne reviendront jamais. Pas d'aujourd'hui pour nous, Pour nous il n'y a rien a partager sauf le passé. 

All I can think about are these scenerios, love, frustration, concentration, art, composition, music.

It all swirls around in the abyss that is the mind.

The image at the top, that is a wall of a sustainable home, it uses all solar energy, rain water, you name it. 

Im not like a crazy Eco- Freak, but this whole Day After Tomorrow scenerio that supposedly is coming is freaking me out.

Royal Pain in the Ass.

Je Vous Aimez. 

BBBIIIISSSSSOOOOOOUUUUSSSS

The Glove Compartment Is Inaccurately Named, and Everybody knows it.

I AM REALLY SORRY.

I SUCK.

I have been so busy, kind of. I didn't go anywhere, I socialed, i socialed a lot. I met a lot of people. I have a thing with a canadian. I have been all over this city. I dont even know why I haven't posted, I'm, terrible. I'm sorry. I have been sitting in parks, observing funky people with funky leather jackets and studs and other interesting (TIE DYE???) pieces. Quite basically, I have been neglecting you, fair blog, and for that, I am sorry.

Today, I am promoting such characters, especially those who wear torn up tie dye and miniscule shorts in the spring. I am a fan. 

I don't know what has come over me.... I hate tie dye... Right?...

BIISSSSSOOUUSS

Et Je Suis Trop Retarde Pour Toi.... Garçons et tout le monde.

Je suis alleé (?) une boom, it was malade. However, one must be careful in these situations, especially with older, plus chaud, et plus bon garçons.

Point being- Parties are fun. 

Alors, so I was doing what I do every night and basically going through all the blogs I follow and so on, and I found these: 

this made me think.

The skirt is awesome: it has this ruffle on it in the back, which would be really good if you were lacking a derriér. 

and the shirt, it is tie died, which I hate. But, I think its funky that we could reinvent something so.... retro?

Welcome to new times... I guess.

All the while, these were two stylestalker Items.

Also,

I like to feature things I find on Flickr, So creds to you "Mundl Party"

Alikins got into HW. Praise Life.

C'est la vie mes salopes...

Sophia

When Will You Realize? Vienna Waits for You.

Alas, My Billy Joel Fans, I have been listening to this song nonstop for the past 6 hours, yes, you read that correctly, S I X hours. That, among other Billy Joel songs, have been on my mind. Je ne sais quoi.

comment dit-on fucking awesome en français?

Also, I feel my friends and family may be trying to send me a message my not having a problem with the repetition of this song...

Today, I didn't fail my math test. It was great.

LAUREN GOT A BLOG! Le Queen Lauren! c'est ici. J'adore.

I also like Spoon, especially "The Way We Get By," it makes me feel better about myself, again, je ne sais quoi.

J'adore Garçon un. Je suis morte maintainant, parce que- je suis trop trop dans amour. zut alors.

Donc, C'est la vie.

J'ADORE QU'IL COMBLE MAINTAINANT.

BBBIIIIISSSSSSOOOUUSSS,

Sophia.

Artistic Renderings

Apologies for having not posted in a royal millenium. 

Alors, I have been maliciously stalking my friends blogs and such, and through all of this I have noticed yet ANOTHER common theme: Why are all of our blogs directed towards those as fortunate as ourselves? 

DONC, here is my new thing. As Moschino and Max Azaria would say "BCBG, Cheap et Chic" are the excuses for such lines. (too bad that whole cheap aspect kind of failed)

anyways. Dolce Vita is having a sale. hit that.

I would like to tell you about my current hermit state, I have been residing in sweatshirts and oversized thomas pink and ralph lauren business shirts quand je joue dans le neige. 

Jour Neige! (C'est retarde mais c'est vrai)

Le Greatness est plein.

BIIISSSSSSSSOOOUUSSSSS

Sophia

How Remarkably...... Untrendy?

Having just read my bible (garance) I have come to see things her way, kind of. Basically, the newest trend is starting your own trend, she said stripes and plaid, but that my friends, is not my thing. I was thinking I should go out and see what trends people are starting for themselves, especially now that we are all recycling our favorite things and all that. I feel it will be incredibly refreshing, I'm kind of over this whole "themed seasons" thing.... God, talk about redundant. Chchchchchcheck it out: your own closet. Loving the amount of greatness I've reached thus far. Biiiiiisssssooouuussss Princess via blackberry.

"Campies" and Watches

Dearest Lot,

I feel it is necessary to tell you that I have spent my past 6 summers at a lovely place called Tripp Lake Camp, It was great, until I moved on. But that is besides the point, the point is that I made some of those really great friends everyone always talks about, and I love them so so  much, but I must tell you that other people who have these kinds of friends really bother me. I don't know if you go places where you hear about everything that happened at camp, and how scandalous it was when two councelors were caught together, great. We don't care guys. Sorry. I suppose this may be a rude awakening to the problem of "CAMPIES," but really, we must all get over the obnoxious screaming and yelling and gossiping, it is so unnecessary. Not only is it not our business to know what goes on in everyones remote quarters of north- eastern america,  but no offense, we've heard the same stories 100000000000 times. This is not exclusively directed at one group of people, more so everyone who is camp obsessed. 

Don't get me wrong, I was camp obsessed too. But what makes it so special is that it is different from home, and we all know that you telling us your great stories about that girl from long island is going to result in the chuckles of those who also know said girl, and now the bridge between reality at home and camp has been built, and it is therefor violating the sacred isolation or bubble-ness of camp. Case 1 closed.

Watches- I love love love love watches. I personally donne a small delicate silver and gold one, but I also enjoy big funky statement pieces as well, oh the fun one can have with watches! they make me so happy.

I think everyone should have a watch, you see I realize, potentially we could all just check our phones all the time, but who can look at a phone during a test? or discreetly pull it out during a business meeting?  COME ON man, we can see the glare from it on your face from the seemingly concealed phone under the table. It bothers me. Also, with that dodgy market mess, we should all be on time to our opportunities, and we should also not be relying on that cellphone! no good. Personally,  I suggest you get a watch with a dial, not a digital one, but thats just my preference. Also, it helps if you can tell time (I know many who just can't seem to remember how.)

greatness limit was surpassed a while ago.

BIIIISSSSSSOOOOUSSSS

Mourning Morning

Unfortunate news from the kingdom, well no I cannot call it the kingdom, more so just unfortunate news in general. I don't know who ever said it was chic to have vices or problems, its not so chic, its just reality, and unless chic is just reality and not some fantasy we are supposed to imagine... Besides the point, my point is that someone I do not have a personal connection with, I've never met him actually, took his own life today. I know I will have a mourning morning tomorrow, when these things tend to hit me in the head like a club hits a golf ball. The title of this post comes from a song by Just Jack called Mourning Morning. I like it. Greatness is what one acheives when a goal is fulfilled, some call it success. Princess via blackberry.

Royals Ride: Equestrian/Nails

Well, Today I ventured back into the world of the equestrian. Kind of, I mean over the summer I decided I would dress like one from that point on, tall formal riding boots, jodhpurs, very Ralph Lauren. So, anyways today I wore those jodhpurs with tall boots to the dentists' office, because whenever I feel risky and not quite confident enough to face the world, I wear such outfits to the dentist. While at the dentist, I thought of many things, including eye wear and leather.

Man, Leather is mad cool, very ehh versatile, kind of? I suppose one could go for the Royal Rebel Rider look, but I think I would have to hire a model to do that for me, I would outfit them though, just to illustrate my point. 

Allors: Nails.

Tricky, seasons come and go, dark nails go from scary to chic to average to goth again, and light colors stay pretty static, and safe. but what do we do for a happy medium? perhaps you aren't feeling Chanel's Black Satin, or Essie's Fiji that was on everyones nails forever, and maybe that new summer yellow thing is too loud for you, and red? maybe too sex pistol-y for everyday wear. To paint or not to paint? So I thought to myself today as I tried to decide if I should get my nails done or not, coral or blue? white or silver? I was lost.

I still am lost, but I think I may  have come across something that might help me be found. I call it Lilac. I realize that lately everyone has been purple obsessed, dont get me wrong I have been too, especially my friend Lauren, but literally, I wear purple eyeliner and purple mascara (it does wonders for brown eyes), But lilac nail polish for summer, I mean you can ask the people over at O.P.I., thats the way to go on your hands, as for your feet, I guess you can stick with a nice warm red if youre on the beach, sounds good to me.

So strut that around some palace, and see how that goes. 

Woah, Max Greatness..

Best from the likes of royalty,

Sophia 

Royal Address: Post Valentines Day Hype

Bon Soir,

I hate Valentines Day, so I had to skip that post because it would just be such a downer that the day would be worse, and I'll get out of the way why I hate this day of so called "love" because it is just that, a day isolating something that should be surrounding us, abundant almost, its not like a name for a certain date is going to bring it to us faster. Donc, Valentines day sucks.

Allors, I will point out the greatness of long weekends, they make me so happy. Tomorrow I feel like ice skating, so I will do that, you know, in palaces, one has mad rinks, and royal zammbonis with hot zammboni drivers, like the one in Ice Princess named Teddy (I also have a hot friend named Teddy, he lives in Greenwich, but that is besides the point) because he is my favorite zambo driver I can think of.

All I can think of right now is this picture- 

Thanks Hindi Guy.

greatness level reached.

princess sophia.

Princess in Error.... again!

I have forgotten to link you to Ashes, Lace, and Water

Best,

Moi

Royal Reincarnation.... ce soir.

One night, maybe tomorrow night, who knows when, but something is created all the time. Perhaps, we all create things, in fact, if only everyone knew how much they created.

Bon, well all these creations have a story, and as far as I (or Bodkin) is concerned, that story starts when you sketch the first sketches, pick up the first fiber, sew the first stitches, put the creation in the truck, pick it up from the store, try it on for the first time, get it tailored, and finally enjoy it for what it is, this is the final deneument.

Further more, one can continue this story but morphing this said creation into something new, (talk about being resourceful, especially now that the economy is katputz), so take that old pair of jeans you got a couple winters ago, get ready for summer and cut them into cute shorts, plus what kind of garçon doesn't like torn denim shorts?

This is way too much greatness,

A bientôt!

Rejoice Bitches

Hello you,

you know I love these things, candid photographs, they amuse me to no end. I am sure I have a great bunch of those, most of which would be too cruel to post. 

Until then,

that one candid photo will have to do.

Not to blemish the kingdom, 

Sophia

Ca salope est cccchhhhhaaaaaauuuudddeeee, N'est-ce pas?

Bonjour ma chére!

So, In case you dont "Parler français," I think I should inform you of french greatness, specifically demonstrated in french fashion, PERTICULARLY a fashion blogger, Garance Dore

thats all for now, considering my previously stated fact that I can only fit so much greatness into one post.

BISSSSSSSSSOUUUSSSSS

Royal Feasts

On occasions such as Birthdays, one is expected (in some cases) to throw a great soiree, you see?

and thanks to Lauren, we all enjoyed such a thing.

Oh, even duchesses get invitations!

OOPS... How Foolish.

I forgot to tell you about my dear friend katy!

pretty puppet that one, the little fashionista is all up to her own blog, 

Ch ch ch ch check it

but you should, really. Little funky girl.....

Bonne Journee!

Royal Encounters and Flashing Lights

Recently it seems that my photography has been destracting me from my everyday commitments, which i choose to ignore for the time being. As I sift through my Garance and my Bryan Boy, I can only wonder why I cant be that creative.

c'est la vie.

It snowed,

ch ch ch check it out

Also, royal families seem to gather, and when we do, i stalk them with my camera, and this is the outcome.

Also, I think its necessary that i enlighten you with this cheery piece of glamorous news; while our economy collapses from above (or below) us, it seems that not everything has to be taking down, 

defy gravity people! sky high heels still look better than flats,

get over it.

embrace it.

Best From the likes of royalty,

Princess Sophia

Hey Subzz (subjects),

Hows not living in the castle. cuzz ill tell you this: the castle is Pretty Freekin Awesome. haha. so today i am having a sleepover w/ my BFF lauren, and we are playing wii fit. let me tell you, idk who made this game, but their old soccer team-mates must've been like really mean to them or something b/c they have the team-mates up their throwing shoes and panda heads as well as socccer balls. im not sure if getting a panda head thrown at you hurts, but virtually, its a killer. i mean OWIEEE. thats all for now. have fun in the VILLAGE (hah!).

-- Princess Sophia and Queen Lauren.