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Happy New Year! by Kamie Kahlo

A traditional Champagne cocktail consists of champagne poured over a sugar cube soaked in bitters
and garnished with a twisted orange rind. You can try it with sparkling water too!


Last night D and I rung in the New Year with laughter, while Lil Star wrapped her ears in a Skull Candy cave listening to “Bones” on her iPad and texting friends. We perched ourselves near a roaring fire as comedian after comedian “belted” out a secession of rapid-fire jokes from my Pandora station on my iPhone. I guess you could say we brought 2012 into our hearts the techno-way.

I made all of us Champagne cocktails and we toasted the New Year as the fireworks barely glowed over the rooftops on Queen Anne. It was, a very good year for me as a stylist. Just like those rapid-fire jokes, my 2011 was all about booking after booking. Finally, after too many years to tell, I worked steadily as a photo stylist and finished with the most successful year of my career! How did I do it? In the tough years preceding I just kept working. If I didn’t have a shoot, I made one. If it was below my pay-rate, I took it. If it was portfolio material, I was on it! I arrived with a smile on my face and I never, ever complained.
I also built a culture around me with Adelita Style and I made no compromises with my writing or “photojournalism”. And you all watched, read, followed, tweeted, and facebooked as I found my way through the years. You stayed post after post. I wrote fictional fashion stories; remember the one about the talking shoes? All of the triumphs and tragedies of the world didn’t go unnoticed, like Japan's 8.9 earthquake and Elizabeth Taylor’s passing. And mostly I wrote about style; Beauty Andrej Pejic’s rise to fame in a gender-bending fashion world, a Fashionista’s App for shoe-lovers , Vigoss jeans, Jeffery Campbell shoes, Missoni for Target and fashion advice.

It’s no surprise to me, that the first thing I did this morning, January 1st, 2012, is write a letter to you all. And I promise to do MORE. Because as much of a great year I had, I suffered tremendous losses the years preceding and often times my only nourishment was my family, friends and writing to you about my eternal love of fashion and style. Keep watching, reading, listening and commenting!



I wish you all the sparkliest, funniest, happiest, healthiest 2012!

Missoni for Target: Revisited by Kamie Kahlo




I've never waited in line, fought or pushed and shoved for a chance at a piece of clothing and I'm not about to start. There is plenty to go around. Millions of designs, thousands of designers. So why or why ladies did you get up this morning at the crack of dawn so you could get to Target and get your Missoni on when EVERYONE will be wearing the SAME thing?

Sean and I arrived at around 9 a.m. Sure, I didn't want to pass up a chance to grab a little fools gold (aka Missoni-ala-Cheap) but what we saw was shocking! We saw NOTHING! Racks were bare, shelves were naked. Nothing but retail tumbleweeds under any signs that read Missoni. But plenty of shopping carts were full.
“Did you see that woman’s cart? OMG- so piled high with sweaters and skirts and scarves and something rubber!" I squealed. 
"Did I just see some kind of Kleenex box with Missoni print?" Sean asked "Do these ladies really think they are gonna fool anyone... with a Kleenex box?" 
"I'm definitely taking a picture of her basket... Wait... Did she just take a picture of her own basket?!"
"Damn, that one has her iPad out with the Target site on it! She's lookin for s*** online!"

We laughed all the way to the coffee shop!

Here's my tip to you all, my favorites, my darlings; If you can get your hot little hands on something from Target's Missoni line, try to make it as "neutral" as possible. I know, I know. It's Missoni, bright colors, zig-zag patterns. What could possibly be "neutral"? What I mean to say is, don't look like everyone else, and I do mean EVERYONE, try to find some pieces that won't scream TARGET Missoni!! Don’t pile it on. Pair it with your own style, your own unique take. And if you can’t, no worries. Just head to your beloved vintage store and look for the real thing. After what I saw today, I’d say your chances are better there.