One of my favorite spots in LA is Melrose Place. I discovered it a few years back when my love for Marc Jacobs was at it’s peek (it’s still pretty up there, just lowered with the Fall 2014 collection that I just can’t bring myself to like), and lately I’ve been meandering the streets searching for inspiration. I usually end up staring at the mystical-garden-of-a-dream store, Isabel Marant, while sipping on a chai tea latte from Alfred's Coffee (located on the same block, highly recommended). When I gaze at the store entrance of Isabel Marant my head slowly tilts to a 45 degree angle and I wouldn't be surprised if my face looked equivalent to the heart-shaped eye emoji.
I was at Alfred’s today, with a copy of the October issue of Vogue. I used to only flip through Vogue to see all the latest ad campaigns, but I recently discovered many of the cover stories very intriguing and stimulating. One of my favorite articles in this month’s issue featured one of my favorite writers, Jonathan Van Meter, about how as one of the top respected fashion journalists of Manhattan he made the dramatic decision to move upstate. He reveals in the article how he became "bored with Manhattan." Reading those words actually might have physically hurt my eyes for a second.
Next, I stumbled to the article Princess Bride and my heart completely stopped. Not because of George Clooney’s soon-to-be wife in the white gown, but because of the man standing next to her: Oscar de la Renta. Oscar de la Renta passed away a couple days ago but it didn’t hit me until that moment I saw him on the page of Vogue, so charming with a huge grin across his face. I'm not much of a history enthusiast (unlike my sister), but I have always been fascinated with how he mastered elegance and has dressed every First Lady since Jackie Kennedy. In the article it talks about the custom gown he made for George Clooney’s bride (don’t remember her name, not relevant), and it brought me back to the first time I saw his bridal gowns at his boutique on Melrose Place. I knew the first time that I laid my eyes on his exquisite dresses that one day when I get married that there was no choice but to get an Oscar de la Renta, I have to have one. So here I am. At a coffee shop reading about how this fashion icon of a designer said in his interview: “Any girl from any walk of life dreams of that special dress, and I try to make that dream a reality for her.” I totally forgot where I was and started tearing up like the condensation on the cup of my pomegranate green iced tea. I’m in no way an emotional mess of a girl, but something about couturier does it to me.
Before my parking meter expired, I walked a few stores down to Oscar de la Renta. Inside they have one of my favorite pieces from SS15 runway (dress with a massive bow in the back), home collection (which I didn’t even know existed until now and so totally in love with it), and of course a room filled with the dreamiest wedding gowns. Here’s a few pictures from inside the store. Rest in paradise Oscar de la Renta; you are responsible for my infatuation with floral patterns and one of the most brilliant fashion designers to ever walk this planet.