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Bad Idea Jeans - and GOOOOD Idea Jeans

Look at this guy walking down Rue des Archives. Look in close. You can see the knee joints. You can see the swell of the calves. He's a MAN in JEANS. It just ain't right.

My skinny jeans have begun to cut off my circulation - I'm not even wearing them that tight. They are also making my legs itch. I still like a slim jean but a legging jean is no good.

I've actually bought a pair of free and breezy loose pants THAT ARE PLEATED PLEATED PLEATED. These babies (below) remind me of something that would be tucked UNDER the giveaway pile out of embarrassment in the 90s - but I wouldn't call them 80s. I'd say they would be listed under 'Use for Chilly Weather Gardening' out at Grey Gardens - or -- they'd go with someone yelling on spring cleaning day, 'mom, MOOMMMM, do you waaannnt these or can I throw them ouuuuuttt?' but they kept catching my eye as I passed to and fro in front of the window of Maje which is on my street. 60s fashion plate paper dolls? Coloring book chic? Something just made me love them. And they were so well merchandised in the window too.

Here's me modeling them. Aren't they fancy? I think they're hot. I'm sure pleated pants are all over the runway. I know the pant leg is wider but I'm not looking at the runway lately so this is just me here talking. Looks fresh.

jab jab uppercut

What could be more fantastically insulting or just more fantastic than Charles McGrath's New York Times final appraisal of the life of Norman Mailer, who passed away yesterday:

At different points in his life Mr. Mailer was a prodigious drinker and drug taker, a womanizer, a devoted family man, a would-be politician who ran for mayor of New York, a hipster existentialist, an antiwar protester, an opponent of women’s liberation and an all-purpose feuder and short-fused brawler, who with the slightest provocation would happily engage in head-butting, arm-wrestling and random punch-throwing. Boxing obsessed him and inspired some of his best writing. Any time he met a critic or a reviewer, even a friendly one, he would put up his fists and drop into a crouch.

Article I wrote published in this months Terrace, a new magazine by Trace Magazine

I wrote on the Design Moment, published in this first issue of Terrace by the founders of the brilliant and inimitable Trace Magazine. Pick it up at your local (better) newsstand. By the way, that's me with the hat in the lower center square.

like father, like son - i wanna be like dad

Back in Paris

and ready to street stylish sashay around town.

Final Biarritz Pictures - me, and a little girl with a surfboard (actually I'm on a day trip in San Sebastian here)

Biarritz

I should have street style pictures for you but I don't so here I am again. But if I were a designer, I would certainly do a Biarritz collection immediately if not sooner. Here are some trends from Biarritz:

-big loud interesting beach bags, way oversized
-towels in bright colors
-those classic Basque stripes in primary colors
-bathing suits low on the hips with a belt-like strip of fabric on the top, somewhat more modest than a Brazilian bikini which is what I'm still wearing
-most interesting suits: anchor print bikini, red and yellow anchors on navy background and white trim or yellow trim
-lots of gingham bikinis
-50's style but showing a bit more flesh
-soft cotton genie pants with an extremely low crotch like you took a dump in your pants. sounds awful but looks great (i think) will get a picture for you
-little kids with eye glasses (okay not a trend but a real observation indeed)
-crutches (surf town & big rocks = accidents)
-guys in shirts that clash with shorts, different prints
-surfboards, body boards, and wetsuits are the accessories of choice
-flip flops and cloth shoes that wrap up the ankle
-sneaker/ballet flat hybrid
-Crocs in every color and print
-short shorts
-denim overall minidresses with just a bikini underneath
-espadrilles in all patterns and heel heights (some wrap up the ankle, some look like ballet flats)
-the older women topless, the younger girls wearing tops
-Monoï Tiare Tahiti oil
-Anthelios by La Roche-Posay (now only goes up to 50)
and now for My Favorite Store in Biarritz: PAPA PIQUE ET MAMAN COUD
here's their website and a bag I bought from them (my headband is also from them): http://www.papapiqueetmamancoud.com/
and that's it for now. having so much fun here partying like I'm 16 and the 'rents are away but time to buckle down again...

I'm in Biarritz and I have to admit, there is no real street stylish here - but there may be some surf stylish to report. I just got a new battery for my digital elph so I will snap some pictures. Roxy was here last week - the big women's surf competition but I had just stumbled into town and didn't take full advantage. Have to go into town and buy a firewire cable to start working on my Bread+Butter footage to put on www.girlonthestreet.com. It's still sitting in my video camera. Okay, ciao for now!
Greetings From Biarritz, France.
xo
Chauncey

1. Barcelona! (mostly)

Top to bottom:
(1) Bread and Butter. The best street style goes out to the gorgeous girl from Madrid who is the lead singer of a band.
(2) Paris Metro. She bought the leather du-rag in Africa. She said 'non', you can't get it here (in Paris). Maybe if I asked again she'd say 'oui.'
(3) It's about the studded tan boots lovingly worn being worked with a beat up bolero style denim vest. She pulls this off nicely.
(4) Girl in red hot blue satin jumper enjoys the Wrangler stage.
(5) Peach jeans miss chats on her cell phone with her gorgeously clashing pink and black zebra bag - so Italian
(6) In Barcelona, DJ Premier was performing and I ended up there. I spotted these guys wearing these wacky "New Negro" tee shirts - so I asked. That's their band. New Negro. They proudly posed for the picture, no further explanation.

Welcome to Street Stylish

I thought of this blog today while at the Bread + Butter tradeshow in Barcelona. I don't want Girl on the street to be a street style/fashion website but sometimes the old street style bug rears its visually stimulated head (oh my god I just wrote visually stimulated head).

So here's the deal - I can't even post my pictures until I get back to Paris because I took them with my phone, er, I mean my iphone (no, I don't have an iphone yet. Not an appropriate expenditure as a vagabond in Europe.)

But take my word for it for now -- t-rust me... this one girl from Madrid, who is in a rock band had jet black hair and red lipstick and was wearing some kind of Frida Kahlo-esque red schmata she says she made herself and she was so ad-or-able, preciosa! I can't wait to show you that and other findings.

Lame!!!... I know.....just jabbering on without pictures.. but I swear I'll make up for it asbestos I can. Here's a picture of me in the meantime, though it probably offers little in the way of consolation. Just kidding! I hold my street stylishness to be self evident. Just kidding again! Where do I strike the balance between tediously self-effacing and self-congratulatory? You decide.

(I'm looking at Frida Kahlo now.. Did she even wear this thing on her head? I think I imagined it.)

God Bless America