Mes Reves

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Swirling in the grass!

My sister (Mes Reves photographer) and her best friend, Seun, are highjacking my blog for the week... say hello to their first post. This is Seun on her way to dinner...

Damn hippie kids and their bikes, I am like Frasier and Niles (did anyone see that episode?)-- I just cannot get the hang of biking but it seems Seun is a pro, even in a dress. Show off!!!!

Scarf is from a flea market in Paris

Dress-H&M

UP, UP, AWAY SHE GOES
XOXO
Ava

Friday, March 2, 2012

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Dress

I bought this dress a year ago. And within months of debuting it in public, one of my BFs, Christiana, put in an order to own it. So after months of her calling and begging, I finally let her have it... and it fit her so perfectly! Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you our Sisterhood of the Traveling dress: a magical dress that fits each of us so perfectly, no matter our differing sizes, and allows us both to feel fabulous once we wear it-- or so say's the synopsis of the movie I borrowed this blog title from :)

All the same, all you Christiana fans, enjoy!

You can see my original post here: http://avadrake.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-bday-ms-k.html

Happy spring everyone!!

XOXO

Ava

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Hello 90s...

I've been in the 90s mood lately and it is definitely showing up in my dressing. This was my attempt at the minimalist look that evaded that time:

Cher's Dad: "Cher! come here. What are you wearing?"

Cher: "A dress"

Cher's Dad: "Say's who?"

Cher: "Calvin Klein, daddy"-- (Clueless 1995).

American Apparel dress

CL pumps; Vintage bag from Housing works, Chelsea

I call this my carpet bagger coat, purchased it at Nordstrom's about 10 years ago

Ode to Fiona Apple--- just imagine me being half my size

XOXO
Ava, hope you are enjoying the Oscars!!!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Slip into embroidered luxury...

This was one of my favorite looks of Nnenna's-- I absolutely adored the simple elegance of the bedroom slip mixed with the exquisite detail of the embroidered coat. Sometimes fashion can be that non-fussy.

Coat by Nanette Lepore, nude pumps are Sergio Rossi

Slip by Eres

XOXO
Ava

BTW for those of you who are not aware, Nnenna Agba hails from America's Next Top Model cycle 6

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Poor Ava's Almanac... VACATION: LIFE'S ABRACADABRA

This picture of a gleeful, elated moi was taken whilst I was on vacation in Turks and Caicos. For my trip, I purchased the novel One Fifth Avenue by Candace Bushnell as my beach read. And as you can see from the pic, I couldn't have been happier with my choice-- this book literally cradled my heart. So much so that the thoughts flashing through my head at the exact moment the camera's flash went off were to the tune of... Wow!!! Candace is truly a romantic, butterfly evoking genius. Maybe even a modern day Bronte. Sure, she’s not as graphic when it comes to the “moment” in her characters’ love stories as say… a Harlequin Romance novelist, but... oh, shame on me for even thinking this!... of course not all "great" books must also serve as soft porn...

Yep, I thought this. And the butterflies I felt in my stomach when reading about the love affair between Phillip, aka unmarried forty something Screen Writer with two failed marriages; and Schiffer, Phillip's past "maybe" love, kept me on my back and in the sun till I finished the book later on that evening.

It was probably the glow of Turks and Caicos’ pearl dust beaches or the fact that I was inhaling the island’s liquid diamond, otherwise known as frozen margaritas; but, during the seven plus hours I stayed out there reading this book, I felt I was in the presence of The Notebook. With lines such as, "If the sex wasn't good the first time, it got better. If it was great the first time, it would go downhill. But mostly, if the sex was really great, the best sex you'd had in your life, it meant the two people should be together", I started to fancy myself back in love with the grantor of the greatest sex of my life and even welcomed the stomach jolting that all that entailed.

Now, fast forward to two years later:

I decided to read this book again during a horrendous “woe is me” week—I was in desperate need of the heart quickening, rock in the pit of my stomach that I experienced when I first read it. Unfortunately, this time around, I did not get that love on ecstasy feeling I had on the beach; instead the above pictures happened…

After reading lines like, “ ...By rote, she changed her clothes and got onto a treadmill. She increased the speed, forcing her legs into a run. A perfect metaphor for her life, she thoughts. She was running and running and going nowhere...”, I just couldn't help it--
I slid down the rabbit hole and landed in depression boulevard. At this juncture, I did what any normal, responsible gal will do during such bottomed out emotional times: I updated my will to reflect my recent clothing purchases, made some last minute revisions to my already prepared incase of emergency suicide note (mama I would rather you bury me in my new Alexander Wang gown and not my Dior sheath as originally requested); and then finally, I tried to tackle the problem at hand. Why was this book depressing to me now? More importantly, what was wrong with my judgment two years earlier when I thought One Fifth was Manhattan's version of The Notebook ? Well, after much thought, my conundrum gave way to today’s lesson of the day:

NEVER TRUST THE FEELING OF CONTENTMENT YOU GET WHEN ON A VACATION OR AT A BAR. IN ANY ROUTINE WEEK, ONLY TRUST THE FEELING YOU HAVE AT 2.P.M ON A WEDNESDAY.

XOXO