Saturday, March 20, 2010

Style Icon: Lori Maddox



During the early 1970s, the club scene on Los Angeles' famed Sunset Strip ran rife with nubile, wild-child groupies, some barely into their teens and already under the sly sexual tutelage of arena-rock giants like Led Zeppelin and David Bowie. These “L.A. Queens”, as Robert Plant affectionately dubbed them, studded the sidewalk in front of the Rainbow Bar and Grill, owned the dance floor at Rodney Bingenheimer's English Disco and sashayed about their rock 'n roll kingdom in tiny tops and sky-high platform shoes.
At a mere thirteen years old, Lori Maddox was a member of this Lolita troupe, and her heavy-lidded eyes and dark beauty helped to seduce the Dark Prince, Zeppelin's Jimmy Page – among others. Bearing the appropriately glitter-rock moniker of “Lori Lightning”, she pouted sensuously from the pages of the groupie bible Star magazine, her lithe, small-breasted body clad in the briefest of short-shorts, printed scarves wound as halter tops, faux-fur jackets, ripped fishnet stockings and teetery heels.
Lori owned the 70s glam-rock style, a mix of flashy, trashy and funky, vintage and vibrant. Decadent as it was, elements of her look have great potential to blend seamlessly into modern style. In one of of my favorite photos, Lori and Sylvain Sylvain of the New York Dolls pose provocatively in some club, Sylvain giving the photographer a classic bad-boy sneer. Lori is clinging to him, Her body alternately melting into his arm and turning seductively towards the camera, wearing hot pants, a denim jacket and fantastic dark sunglasses under her tangle of thick ebony curls. Before the liquid leggings and Yves St. Laurent heels of modern club girlies, there was the dark angel, tiny dancer, misty mountain mama who slipped out of Jimmy Page's Riot House love nest and into style infamy.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Kate Gosselin, please go away.



OK, I'm really done with all of these fame-grubbing parents of multiples. I'm tired of their constant magazine articles, tired of their supposedly adorable yet world-weary children, basically tired of their crap. The fact that these crazies obtained television and book deals just for having FAR too many offspring just baffles me. And of course, now that "Jon and Kate Plus 8" spectacularly hit the buffers, uber-annoying mom Kate Gosselin is EVERYWHERE. How she managed to deal with a family of 10 and television cameras, I'll never know - the woman is a shrew. We can all probably come to the consensus that Jon Gosselin isn't our first choice among TV husbands (dude, lay off the Ed Hardy duds, for god's sake) but the poor guy was nagged to death. She drove him to those sleazy college girls and graffiti-laden pants!
So, even though post-divorce Kate smothered us with her sideways mullet and a steady diet of jean skirts and wedges, we now have to deal with her smarmy mug every week on primetime TV. Because, as everyone knows, when your fame is fleeting and you've completely run out of options, snag a spot on "Dancing with the Stars". (Ahem, Heather McCartney).
I don't want to see Kate Gosselin in any capacity. Giving her hair extensions, putting her in a blinding, sparkle-covered dress and those suspiciously Hooter's girl-esque dancing tights is not going to change my mind.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Forever 21: Kitschy necklaces and cheap scarves, oh my!



Every time I go into Forever 21, I feel kind of creepy. I don't know if it's the crappy fabrics and junk metal jewelry, or the fact that I am 28 and the place is swarming with skinny teenage girls in leggings and Uggs. But, I kind of can't help it. I mean, it's a gigantic store full of gaudy-yet-exciting trends that are dirt-cheap. Granted, the clothing is microscopic - I doubt that I could get my arm into some of the jeans. But, I recently scored a few scarves (I'm scarf-mad this year) for under $7 apiece, and this fun necklace, which is so adorable and multi-functional with the mismatched charms and beads. I'm loving the little owl. :)