A stroll through the park: Boston

A few stylish ladies walking through the Boston Common.

Jeehee on Plymton Street: Cambridge

Who doesn't love turquoise colored shoes?

Come to Luna on Saturday.

I'll be at Luna this Saturday from 3-6pm to take pictures of peeps and Luna's fabulous line of fall accessories.

If you have time, stop by. 205 Newbury St.

Brittney on Brattle: Cambridge

Brittney is the buyer at the Tannery in Cambridge

Bruce on Dartmouth: Boston

Some days I wake up with a need to dress with attitude. I have a statement to make, not to the world, but more of an expression of how I’m feeling. When I wake up feeling repressed (usually a result of feeling overwhelmed by a busy work/school schedule). What follows is usually an outfit that’s very close to what my 5th grade teacher, Sister O. would wear. I usually wear inimal jewelry, nude make-up, glasses, a messy Afro, and killer shoes that maybe a nun with racy extracurricular activities would wear. Then there are days where my love of the outdoors inspires me to integrate cargo pants or my Birkenstocks for a fashion-forward look.

And sometimes, I wake up feeling like a rebel. Usually that’s when my studded accessories and leather come out to be integrated in (I hope) unexpected ways.

Looking at this picture of the very handsome Bruce has my mind spinning. His use of accessories have a high impact, are well selected and minimal. Then there are the studs. So glad they are all over the place this season since I love studs, especially paired with my "repressed" outfits.

Bruce has me thinking that my rebel looks needs to include driving gloves. Green driving gloves, as I recently found at Salmagundi, in JP. I can see that look now, loose black jeans, my checkered vans, a slouchy white t-shirt, my red studded leather bracelet, combined perhaps with vintage jewelry (maybe something with metal flowers), and green driving gloves!

I’m so inspired! Thanks, Bruce!

Melissa: Dunster Street Cambridge

I went into Topaz to purchase a pair of earrings and there was Melissa!

A smile in Grove Hall: Dorchester

I was running errands in Grove Hall in Dorchester Saturday morning when I ran into this gentleman. Despite the heat he looked cool and dapper in his suit.

Cooling off

Red sandals at the Public Garden

The day I took this picture I spent the morning with my 7-month-old niece, Matti. As soon as I walked through the door she greeted me with this smile---a brilliant smile full of glee, that held no reservations, no rancor---a smile that was full of nothing but pure joy. That afternoon as we played peek-a-boo, Ms. Matti just kept the smiles and the laughter coming.

Later in the day, as I walked through the Public Garden, I spied the above little girl with her parents. There it was again, that energy, that smile, that laughter as her father chased her around the park. When he finally caught her she giggled and begged him to spin her. No, he said, there are signs all over the park that say, the swinging of little girls is not allowed. Neither the little girl nor anyone who was watching believed his mock seriousness.

You never know where it will come from, the inspiration to wear fabulous sandals in a bright color and the commitment to smile and laugh more.

Splash of yellow

Higgins sighting

I was walking down Houston when I ran into this gentleman. While I appreciated his looks, I couldn't help but notice that he looks like Higgins. What do you think?

Citizen alert!

I had the pleasure of meeting up with Jason of Citizen Couture last week during my quick jaunt to NYC. Here is a quick taste of his work. Check out his blog.

Deirdre in print: NYC

Deirdre is a Bostonian doing an internship in NYC. It was so surprising to run into her in the city. I forgot how vivacious she is.

Umm, so I usually post the cross streets for my pictures, but in this case, I was lost trying to get to Brooklyn...This one might be on Sullivan Street.

Erna in color

Erna and I met at La Columbe Torrefaction in TriBeCa this past weekend (if you’re a coffee lover, this is the place for you!). We talked, I admired her dress and bidded my time until I could take her picture. Later that morning, I asked her about her style. Apparently she’s not a print person, but she did comment that she’d like to wear bright prints like my vivid flower print Isaac Mizhrahi for Target dress. I'm very liberal when it comes to prints, but Erna, she uses them in moderation; and more as details (e.g. as accessories, as the lining of shoes or a jacket).

In looking at these pictures of Ms. Erna-fabulous (the white was taken in BOS and the azure blue in NYC), I try to imagine her in prints, and when I do, I just wrinkle my nose. Somehow prints on her (especially loud ones) just wouldn't fit. Loud prints would detract from her external and inner beauty. Erna is a solid color girl who enjoys bright colors. She has that quiet elegance that confidence and that smile that needs no distraction. She just needs to be herself to shine.

As trite and sophomoric as it sounds, it's true. When it comes to style, don’t wear what you THINK you should wear, don't be the person you THINK you should be. DO YOU, BABY, because in the end that’s what’s going to make you stand out. Wear the clothes, don't let the clothes wear you.

I love New York!

The majority of the Haitian Diaspora is found in NYC, Boston, Miami, Montreal and Paris. I asked my mom once why the fam chose Boston. She responded: Your uncle R and aunt B were living here. So there you go, folks.

We could have settled in NYC, in Miami or in Paris! If we settled in Canada, I would be saying PROcess and instead of process. I could have had zee best accent francais or I coulda been a New Yorkah.

Keeping this in mind, whenever I’m in the NYC, as I was this past weekend, I imagine what life could have been like. I imagine that I would always have fresh cut flowers in my pre-war apartment. I would be a fierce(r) dresser. I would wear outfits such as the one below to take the subway…though the woman in this picture is obviously not a local.

I would not have to consult a compass to know which way is North, South, East, West. I would not have to walk 6 blocks in the wrong direction before having to double back to where I’m supposed to be going. I would have an awesome collection of high heels that would not be mangled by the cobblestone streets of BOS. My nails would always be on point, because there are inexpensive mani-pedis to be had in NYC…Oh, the possibilities!

Of course, as I write this, I’m thinking of my home in BOS, of my flower garden and of trips to the Cape and Maine on a whim. I like being a Bostonian…even if I can’t do a decent Bahston accent.