I know, I know. Another damn post about the swamp. Every few months I try to get out to Jean Lafitte to snap some new photos and fantasize about fulfilling my childhood dream of becoming a park ranger. I can’t stop taking pictures of where I grew up. I even dedicated an entire zine to it (ahem, click here to buy).
Lately I’ve been working seven days a week between two jobs, which leaves me with little free time. So when I got an unexpected day off from work recently, I called up my good friend Ryan Sparks and we high-tailed it to the West Bank. Just don’t tell maw maw and paw paw I went on “that side of the river” without visiting them. I kind of feel bad that I didn’t swing by their house. Old Cat’lic guilt dies hard, y’all.
Springtime is the perfect time of year to make the trek to Lafitte. March through May hits that sweet spot; the temperature is delightful, plus you can spot gators sprawled out on the banks without getting eaten alive by mosquitos. I’m also that weirdo that gets really, really excited to see snakes. Copperheads are my favorite, but as a former card carrying member of the Gulf Coast Herpetological Society, I appreciate all things scaly. Insects are another story. I want nothing to do with anything that has more than four legs. Banana Spiders, however, do not phase me. Go figure. If you want a reptile free experience, go in the cooler fall and winter months.
A torrential downpour let up right as we ponied up to the Bayou Coquille trailhead, which allowed us to play around with our cameras without worrying about getting our gear soaked. Be warned: I wore my shit kickers and I still almost ate it on the slippery board walk, so make sure to wear sturdy shoes. I do love the swamp after a good rain though. The duckweed turns the color of pea soup and the air shrugs off the tension of humidity. The canals were especially chocked full of vegetation on this trip, which created an illusion of carpeted clearings throughout the swamp. I wonder how many tourists try to step out and land knee deep in mud. I wonder how many of them know better.
Festival season is finally here in Southern Louisiana. Springtime hits that sweet spot of (relatively) low humidity, pleasantly warm days and breezy, balmy nights. It’s downright criminal to not take advantage of the weather, especially since summer is going to slap us in the face with a wet wool blanket faster than we can order another round of frozen daiquiris.
I like festivals but sometimes large crowds, long lines at the food booths and dirty port-a-potties just aren’t my jam. I live on Freret Street, so the Freret Street Festival is the one fest that comes to me. All I have to do is walk out my door and I’m there. When the crowds get to be too much I can just head back home and sit on my own front porch.
J’wan Boudreaux, vocalist for the Cha Wa Band and Spy Boy for the Golden Eagles, is accompanied by bassist Bill Richards.
Irving “Honey” Banister of the Cha Wa Band and Flag Boy of the Creole Wild West Mardi Gras Indians kept the crowds dancing at the Dat Dog Stage.
Tank of Tank and the Bangas entertained the crowds with her infectious energy at the Ochsner Baptist Stage.
Freret Street Festival took over its namesake thoroughfare between Napoleon Avenue and Soniat Street on April 4. Three stages hosted local bands and 150 vendors selling food as well as locally made arts and crafts lined the street from 11 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Shocking, right? Sometimes I get sick of scrolling through images of perfect fashion bloggers. I want to see a hair out of place, a belt sitting slightly askew- just some sign to indicate they are in fact, human. I must be overcompensating for those modelesque types on the WWW ’cause I’ve got enough flaws to balance out all of them.
It was one of those rare days when my husband and I shared a morning together. He was doing a little work from home, I was getting ready to leave for the day. So I had him snap an outfit photo of me. And you know what? It sucked. Nothing made sense together, and since I didn’t bother scoping myself out in a full length mirror beforehand, I never would have known. The t-shirt didn’t match, the socks looked stupid, but I didn’t have time to change.
So I adjusted, and dealt by pushing the socks down, threw on an old printed hiking bandanna and suddenly the outfit made a bit more sense. I shaved twenty minutes off my morning by not pulling together an entirely new look. Plus, I wanted to show off my sexy white knees. Stop lusting.
And I’m actually freaking the hell out in this picture. I hide my emotions well, no? There was a spiky green caterpillar taunting me, rearing its ugly little head, writhing on a frond beside me. I’m deathly afraid of those suckers, and quickly ran inside after we took these half ass photos. Venomous snakes? Bring it and I’ll call it by its Latin name. A mostly harmless caterpillar? I go running like the girl I am.
T-shirt: American Apparel
Bandana: Prana via REI
Boots: Steve Madden via Buffalo Exchange
So what are you afraid of? I’ll add cockroaches to my list.
I hate to admit it, but I’m a denim snob. Back when the designer jeans trend peaked a few years ago, I became hooked. I need denim that fits, washes well, doesn’t stretch out, and lasts several years. I’m also no Nicki Minaj lookalike in the junk department, so selecting a pair that dissimulates my inadequate derriere is a must. So when I received an invite to attend the MiH Jeans trunk show at the Blues Jean Bar, I was eager to see what this British line is all about.
Springtime denim from MiH
MiH is really big into pastels, flared legs, and cropped styles for spring. Channeling the company’s 1969 roots, there’s a slight flower child feel to the kick flare hems and easy going spirit. As Southern women, we can appreciate easy going fashion, especially when humidity starts creeping up on us. Looking cute and being comfortable? That’s tricky. Fortunately, the light weight fabrics keep you on trend and feeling cool so you won’t have to worry about being a sweaty mess come summer. I snagged the London Boy Short, perfect since I’m in need of shorts and I love the subtly engineer stripe on these. You may need to go up a size or two as the cuts are rather slim.
Dominique and I with our picks c/o MiH Jeans
Belly up to the jean bar
Dorothy of Meet Dorothy Young and Kristi from Lucky Girl Finds
Revival Outpost recently asked if I wanted them to do a special photo shoot just for Slow Southern Style. How could I say no? Joining several other secondhand, vintage, and antique shops on Magazine Street, Revival Outpost specializes in vintage and retro clothing. They also do fantastic, professional photo shoots, pulling all of their clothing from their own store. Revival has also teamed up with Blue Dream Vintage, which now functions as a store within a store. Many thanks to Christina Flannery and Akasha Rabut for supplying us with the beautiful images. Check back in next Tuesday when we share the rest!
All images taken by Akasha Rabut
Clothing from Revival Outpost and Blue Dream Vintage
worst.pose.ever. and no, we don’t use the abacus in the background. i suck at math.
I’m currently devouring Amanda Brooks book I Love Your Style, which is a great read for anyone trying to define their personal style. Over the years I’ve come to realize that I always go back to the same silhouettes. Hey, why mess with a good thing? Normally I wouldn’t wear a cream top or a ditzy floral pattern. But the shape of these pieces are tried and true, so it didn’t feel like uncharted territory.
I also wasn’t sure how I felt about resurrecting saddle oxfords considering I haven’t worn them since grade school. And trust me, that was a hell of a long time ago. The final verdict is I like ’em. Pairing a masculine shoe with a feminine piece is always a good combo. Even though I dress pretty girly, I’m all tom boy.
Normally I feel like white washes me out, so I like to throw on some color for contrast. I wish I owned this scarf in about 4,672 colors because it certainly comes in handy.
Lots of subtle texture here
linen Violet del Mar scarf
Alabama Chanin tank top
Forever 21 skirt
Bass saddle oxfords
All via Buffalo Exchange
So how do you break out of your comfort zone without feeling uncomfortable?
I’m out at sea this week, so while I’m cruisin’ around Mexico I’ve got several lovely ladies taking the blogging reins for me. Let them know how much you like their posts by leaving words of wisdom in the comments. See y’all when I get back and sadly no, my pasty white self won’t be bringing back a tan.
Hello all you Slow Southern Style readers! I am Jasmine, from Sequin Crush, a fashion blog about my personal style and my fashion crushes of the moment. I am excited to be sharing this post about my inspiration from the runway to real life looks. One particular recurring trend from the Spring 2012 runways really caught my eye (or made my mouth water) and that is the juicy hues of ORANGE. From lighter, sherbet shades to deep blood orange, and from head to handbag, to toe, orange was everywhere. There are a few ways to recreate these runway looks. Go for a monochromatic look by layering different shades of orange or pair one statement orange piece with neutral shades. If you want to be really bold and make the orange pop even more, mix with the contrasting color of blue. I am not only looking forward to brightening up my wardrobe for spring but also enjoying a nice cold Orange Crush (pun intended) on a warm sunny Spring afternoon in NOLA! But until then, cheers to the short-lived southern winters.
Image Credits – (Clockwise from top) Jenny Packham via nymag.com // Peter Som via thebeautydepartment.com // Rebecca Minkoff via style.com // Proenza Schouler via realbeauty.com // Charlotte Ronson via Style.com // Marc By Marc Jacobs via vogue.com // BCBG Max Azria via style.com
As the full two months of “Spring” have come and gone, the city is picking up steam with all things that consume our social calendars of events that force us to enjoy the outdoors. The days seem to grow longer, the hot, sticky embrace of this humid city awaiting with arms wide open. Yes, ladies and gents festival season is in full swing! Personally, it is my ultimate favorite time of year.
What are my favorite things about festivals? The abundance of local food vendors showcasing, brass bands gloriously blaring and the migration of big headlining acts. It’s the kickstart that sets the tone for a fun summer. Of course I also love watching the sizzling hot fashions on parade as everyone tries to manage through the tightly packed crowds; libations and food in hand. It is a perfect formula for our love affair with the transitional season.