At long last, Blake Lively’s new “lifestyle site” is here. It is called Preserve and it is one part Martha Stewart, one part Kinfolk, two parts painful earnestness, and five parts Instagram filter. Shoppist’s assistant editor Marina pointed out that the sun-kissed photo of a golden-haired Blake romantically penning the site’s “editor’s letter” looks a whole lot like this photo of Gossip Girl‘s Serena van der Woodsen studying for her SATs.
The resemblance is uncanny.
- It’s no secret that you can find some of the best beauty products in the aisles of a drugstore. Here are 25 of the best products — from drugstores all over the world. (Luckily, most can be found online!) [Refinery29]
- According to science, matching and color-coordinating isn’t stylish at all. [Fast Company]
- Here’s the trailer for the unapproved Yves Saint Laurent biopic. (Warning: It’s in French, without subtitles.) I cannot understand more than 10 words, but I cannot WAIT to see it. [Fashionista]
- Happy Monday, Shoppists. Let’s ease into the week with this roundup of the 26 best moments in aviator history. Yep, ’90s Posh and Becks make the cut. [Style.com]
- When no one was paying much attention, Coach went and got cool. (Sad news: They fired a ton of people to get there.) [Into The Gloss]
- A Beyoncé fashion exhibit is coming to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum tomorrow. [Rolling Stone]
It’s heeeere: Jonathan Adler’s long-awaited warehouse sale. And, even better, it’s online, so you don’t have to make a mid-day dash to our Old City Adler outpost to score the deals. (But go anyway, because being in that store just makes you happy.) Last year’s warehouse sale actually crashed the site. Don’t worry: This year, the team assures us that they’ve “beefed up our servers and souped up our system to handle the chic-est stampede of shoppers around.”
Just before the World Cup craziness, I spent some time with the Philadelphia Union’s star midfielder Maurice Edu in his Rittenhouse apartment. He was in the midst of packing for the final stages of World Cup training in Brazil (sadly, he was eliminated from the final roster with Landon Donovan). His apartment was nearly bare—he ping-pongs around the world during the year—save for a giant TV on the floor and a pop-a-shot game in a corner.
Oh, and the sneakers. Boxes upon boxes of sneakers, designer pairs piled up in his closet, sportier pairs holding court in a front room, each shoebox labeled with a photo of the pair inside, Mariah Carey-style.
I own a Fitbit. It’s black, and it’s not anything to look at. (Actually, it has broken twice, so it’s not really anything to swear by either, but that’s another post.) I bought one with two co-workers, the motley trio of us peppering the poor saleswoman at the City Sports on Walnut Street with questions not at all related to the actual technology of the device: Do these come in any other colors? Can I get this in silver? Can you stud them?