Vetememes Makes Vetements For Everyone

vetememes rain poncho

I haven’t written about “high” fashion these days.

And I think I know why.

For one thing, the only times I leave the house are either to practice yoga or play tennis. I have those outfits nailed by sporting ripped So Low leggings (yoga) or baggy Adidas shorts under Nicopanda sweatpants (tennis), both anchored in Rick Owens Cargo sandals. These sandals, by the way, are often mistaken for leg splints or plantar fasciitis support shoes.

The other thing, which is not one thing at all but a combination of many awful things, is that our world and country is in chaos and I’ve spent more time saddened by racism and the fact that Black Lives Matter even has to exist, numbed by the daily mass murders, or freaked out that people still take Trump seriously. Seriously?

So yeah, not much need or mind-space for fashion these days.

Therefore, I instantly perked up when the barista at my local coffee shop, Snowbird in the Inner Sunset, asked me where I got the sticker on my Apple.


I explained that this “Vetememes” sticker she inquired about was included in my recent Vetememes order, and how excited I was to learn about this “rogue” company that knocked off Vetements through a piece in Racked. I happily showed her the site where she too could buy the over-sized rain poncho for $79, versus the $500+ the Vetements version will set you back.

For the 99.9% of people who have no idea of what Vetements is, 100% of the fashion world is obsessed with this label, including me.

I won’t go into a detailed explanation of the brand and why here; instead, read this piece from Racked titled, “What is Vetements and Why Everyone Freaking Out” which gives you the whole story. Their creative director, Demna Gvasalia, graduated from the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Antwerp in 2006, designed womenswear for Martin Margiela and Louis Vuitton from 2009 – 20014, at which time he started the Vetements label (French for “clothes”).

vetememes tshirt

His approach with Vetements has been to make “real clothes” into high fashion (giant, oversized hoodies, button-down shirts with mile-long sleeves, sweatpants that fit like trousers), and using mainstream, blue collar logos (DHL, Champion) as badges of honor. Pricing runs from $375 (T-Shirt) to $3,000K+ (bomber jacket).

I know.

His approach and designs have struck such a nerve, he was recently given the reins at Balenciaga.

Back to the coffee shop and my sticker which inspired this piece: The Barista’s question and love of Vetements made me so happy, which signaled I am not alone out here in the Sunset with my love of obscure high fashion, and led me to share the Vetememes site with her so she could be able to afford a piece of a fashion moment, even if it wasn’t real.

Fashion can seem so frivolous during these serious times. But it has that power to connect us, as it did to me and the Barista that day, and have an honest and intelligent conversation that didn’t involve the election and the Trump train-wreck, or lame small-talk about the weather.

It was fashion that connected me to Jslow. So I’d say fashion, in this context, is not frivolous at all, but quite fabulous.

And thank god for my Vetememes rain poncho. The fog was so heavy this morning I really needed it.



Hillary Clinton: From First Lady to First Lady for President

hillary clinton president

I love politics, which most people that know me know.

I am open, maybe to a fault, about my Liberalism, and how terrified/horrified/mortified I am that Donald Trump could be our next President.

And I’ve been glued to the conventions. Both of them.

The RNC was torture. I’d hold my breath and my nose, and dive in. There was not enough vodka or weed in the house to make that shit go down easy and not sink me into despair.

But the DNC has been glorious. The convention floor filled with such diversity of age, ethnicity, race, religion, sexual orientation, in sharp contrast to the RNC rodeo of old white people in cowboy hats.

And the speeches. From Michelle Obama, to Joe Biden and Barack, to Sarah Silverman and Kareem Abdul Jabbar, to Bill and Chelsea Clinton, I was riveted and happy and proud.

Finally, Hillary hit the podium. And for 55 minutes, I fought back tears.

It is not easy for me to cry. My current medical mix of Lexapro and Wellbutrin makes it nearly impossible. But I was, inside, crying, the most joyous kind of invisible tears.

Full disclosure: I was a Bernie supporter. I chafed a bit when female friends were whole Hillary, fueled by her femaleness and the significance of nominating the first ever woman for president. Yeah, I’m a woman, and she’s a woman, but so what? Why should that matter? Why does that make her more qualified?

Maybe I was taking this whole woman thing for granted, but last night, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

So what? This is fucking what.

Hillary is a woman! And this is huge! As huge as when Barack Obama became our first African American president! Back in 2008 pre my current cocktail of meds, I could cry, and I balled like a giant baby when Barack won the Presidency.

I thought of all of my friends with daughters: John and Bill, dads to Olivia and Vivienne; The Gouls and Stacey, parents to Sarah, Dave and Evelyn, parents to Sophie, Sharon and Mark, parents to Ruby and Greta, Ashley and Lewis, parents to Ryan, Pete and Meghan, parents to Phoebe and Vivienne, Leslie and Howie, parents to Toni, and last but not least, Jslow, mom to Lux, and everyone else: what an important, empowering, extraordinary thing for your girls to see.

As Barack Obama so aptly put it Wednesday night, Hillary is the most qualified person EVER to become president, even more-so than himself or Bill, beaming from the rafters.

Hillary Clinton: From First Lady to First Lady President. I just feel it.


They Truly Are Absolutely Fabulous





These ladies. I mean broads.

Just look at them. Patsy and Edina. The bawdy British version of Thelma and Louise.

They pretty much are the queens of “no fucks given”: parading around in sequins and fur during the day, strangled by five too many accessories, sweating under too much makeup, drinking heavily and smoking like stacks, behaving badly, behaving badly at their jobs and at motherhood (Edina), chasing every fad with a giant net to stay young and hip.

They truly are Absolutely Fabulous.

Are you as big of fan as I was/am?

Because Ab Fab was set in the world of PR and fashion, (huge passions of mine), the fodder was endless: They managed to mangle the most beautiful clothes by squeezing into sample sizes, piling one trend on top of the other, “trying too hard” to pull it all off. This honest and unapologetic portrayal about the lengths these ladies of a certain age would go to beat back the clock was endearing. And funny as hell.

I love the idea of them now in 2016, taking high tech to a new low: Instagramming garish selfies from Fashion Week, drunk tweeting about the Brexit and terrorizing Tinder.

I love the fact that these two live out loud and do everything big and brash, while so much of the world shuffles around hunched over a screen updating their Facebook status or hunting for Pokeman.

And I love that the Absolutely Fabulous movie came out today! On the heels of the horrifying Republican Convention, attacks in Nice, Turkey and Orlando, police shootings, and everything else bad in the world, I need these ladies more than ever. We all do.



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