Got A Girl Crush On: Bandit Brand’s vintage shirts for the Old Lady in all of us.
This line just speaks to my biker’s old lady / 70’s groupie within. After seeing these, I can’t not just throw out my entire wardrobe and deplete my bank account for every single one these shirts. If I haven’t scratched enough heads as the young, often hungover, rare book librarian before — I surely will now. Don’t bro if you don’t know me.
With the ever-increasing popularity of ankara fabrics, over the past few years we’ve seen an overwhelming amount of interest from the world of mainstream fashion in the stylistic talents that African designers have to offer, a curiosity that was cemented with the publication of Helen Jennings’ book New African Fashion. However, no one captures the diversity and behind-the-scenes culture of African creatives across the globe quite like Oroma Elewa.
As editor-in-chief and creative director of Pop’Africana - the quintessential bible on global African fashion and the culture behind it - Nigerian-born Elewa casts a much needed and refreshing lens on the diversity and complexities of the individuals and talents who, globally, are re-defining and re-shaping the constructs of various African identities.
Fittingly, this highly talented diaspora darling is just as diverse aesthetically as her originally biannual, soon-to-be digital, publication.
Oroma Elewa is not just a stunning personality with a wardrobe to match, but a creative force to be reckoned with.
Cali-native and now Brooklyn-based illustrator and textile designer Leah Goren is making a quite a name for herself and only a few months out of The New School. Her beautiful watercolor drawings now grace an entire Made In Kind collection for Anthropologie (and not to mention her internet cat dress fame).
Leah’s got another ace up her sleeve (hem?) with a collaborative zine and all-female drawing collective called Sad Girls (with fellow girl crush, Tuesday Bassen) and I’m hardly down about that!
If you told the 13 year old me that in the year 2012 I’d be writing a blog post about how much I love Linda Ronstadt (I’d first ask you what a blog was, then once you explained that to me), I’d probably laugh in your face. I blame it all on my mom’s love for this song. Since the nineties, poor Linda has kind of become the patron saint of my mom’s terrible musical taste.
That is… until I discovered that, surprise, Linda was once young, cool, and a smoking hot babe. Bare foot, country singing, go-go dancer on the Johnny Cash Show? Linda did it. Getting downright weird with the likes of Frank Zappa and Philip Glass, no big deal. Icing on the cake… Linda was known to kick it with my girls, Dolly and EmmyLou, in a super-mega-girl-crush-worthy trio!
Sorry it took me so long to come around, Linda. (Sorry Mom. You’re right, as always).