See all that goodness? You’ll find that and more at Philly Mag Shops!
If you went to Philly Mag Shops last year—and if you’ve checked out our jam-packed list of shops coming this year—then you know we pack clothing, shoes, bags and accessories in spades. But this year, we’re changing it up just a bit. We’ve sprinkled in a few gift-y shops to round out the mix, because we know that it’s just as much fun to shop for candles, stationery, vases, gift-y goods and small home decor as it is to buy coats and dresses and shoes.
But a prepared shopper is a smart shopper, so let’s dive into what some of the shops will be bringing, shall we?
Here’s what they’ll have in store.
Free People, the brand known for its breezy ’60s and ’70s styles—all fringe and gauzy tunics and feathers—has gotten considerably more high-tech with its latest collection, RUN. The line of workout gear (the brand’s fourth addition to its other “movement” collections, for things like dance, yoga and surf) features stretchy performance fabrics, moisture-wicking power mesh, hi-vis flyweight nylon, all in simple, strong colors: black, cobalt, heather gray, bright melon).
The 25-piece running collection spans sneakers (six options), track leggings and pants, sports bras, hoodies, tees (short- and long-sleeved), tanks and gear like a water bottle, sport armband, and bluetooth headphones. I, for one, am a fan of it all. It’s stylish enough to make me want to get out there and pound the pavement, but low-key enough so people won’t realize that the last time I ran was, oh, much longer than I’d like to admit.
See the collection standouts here.
From left: Zara children’s shirt, Urban ‘Eat Less’ top, Urban Kent State sweatshirt, Urban ‘Depression’ top.
Well, they got what they wanted.
We’re talking about them, just as we talked, over and over and over again, about American Apparel, which filled store windows with mannequins sprouting giant clouds of pubic hair; about Zara, which sold a children’s shirt that eerily remsembled those worn by concentration camp prisoners; about MAC, which once tried to name a nail polish collection after a town in Mexico known for the countless number of women raped and murdered there, without police response.
At Eaves, fall is all about sexy, boyish luxury. | Eaves
Drop what you’re doing right now and take a peek at this lookbook. It’s by Eaves in Wayne, which, if you ask me, is one of the top shops in our area. You should visit if you haven’t already (and you should also make a point to stop by their mini-boutique at Philly Mag Shops; last year they brought an amazing selection).
See the lookbook here.
We’re loving these easy hairstyles to try out this fall | Images via Salon Vanity
I like to think I have a pretty good eye for determining what’s attainable with my minimal hairstyling skill level (milkmaid braids, yes; faux-bobs, heck no), but no amount of hair intuition can replace step-by-step directions. Even better if these directions come from a total hair master. Enter: Edmondo Blando, owner of Salon Vanity at 1701 Walnut Street. He gave us the low-down on how to create some of his most-requested styles—and guys, they actually seem do-able, even easy. Grasshoppers, time to learn from the master.
Hairstyle how-tos ahead.
Right now, I can’t get enough of boots. And not ankle-grazers, or even knee-highs. I’m talking boots that stretch over the knee and creep up your thigh. The idea of them sounds overtly sexy—black leather thigh-high boots!—something my mother would deign appropriate only for a “streetwalker.” But it’s precisely their full coverage that makes them so easy to wear. Throw them on with a long tunic and they’ll act almost like leggings; pair with them with a miniskirt to keep your look just sexy enough (in fact, some of our style experts say that boots allow you to wear minis into your forties and fifties!); or wear them with a midi skirt for warmth come winter. Thighs, all eyes on you.
See prices and where to buy here.
- Has everyone in fashion stopped wearing makeup? It sure looks like it. [Into The Gloss]
- The Clintons gave every guest at Oscar de la Renta’s NYFW show a stuffed elephant to remind people of the animals’ threat of extinction. Irony. [WWD]
- Please watch this Vine of Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen before their presentation of The Row’s spring ’15 collection. It’s hilariously awkward. [Who What Wear]
There’s more straight ahead!
When it comes to manicures, I’ve got two settings: near-black or nude. There is no in between. No hot pinks, neon oranges, minty greens or pale grays. (This summer, a manicurist actually fought back when I handed her a near-black navy for my toes. “But it’s summer! Most people, they go orange or pink. No pink? How about this one?”)
The perfect nude polish awaits!
A Maggpie warehouse vignette. | Photo by Love Me Do photography.
The massive Kensington warehouse of Maggpie Vintage Rentals is a vintage furniture lover’s Mecca. There are vintage sofas and chairs, all manner of tables (gilded, wicker, weathered enamel, elephant-shaped—that one’s mine, guys, if it goes up for sale), and various other accessories (screens, china, trunks). Think of the best flea market you’ve ever been to. Multiply that by a million. That’s Maggpie.
The thing is, this stuff isn’t for sale. It’s all rentable for things like parties, photo shoots, weddings, events—and Philly Mag Shops (Maggpie is our fearless design team for the event, and a huge reason it all looks so darn cool). Well, the stuff wasn’t for sale … until now.
Get the secret sale details here.
The lobby of La Rêve Spa in Rittenhouse.
When I was invited to preview the services at just-opened Le Rêve Spa in Rittenhouse, I jumped. Sure, they had massages and facials and all the regular run-of-the-mill spa stuff, but they also had a salt therapy bed. And chromotherapy. This is the stuff my spa dreams are made of: cracked-out treatments that promise to do things like ‘detoxify’ and ‘realign your chakras’ and ‘provide healing energy.’ I’m obsessed with detoxing (meaning: I buy lots of books and read about it while drinking wine).
I went after work last week, prickling with anticipation. Not only was I getting a peek at the brand-spanking-new spa, I was also guinea-pigging the Pure Himalayan Salt Therapy treatment. And I had just started a detox diet that pretty much consists of eating only lettuce and pea-rice protein shakes for three weeks. My body would soon be a temple of holistic nontoxic health. I could practically feel myself turning into Gwyneth Paltrow.
Read more here.