Broke-Ass Style Porn: This is Glamorous

One of the main reasons I buy Vogue magazine is to temporarily slip into a fantasy world in which I am eternally chic and have loads of spare time to jet set around the world and contemplate the nuances of a wardrobe entirely based around nautical, equestrian, and faux-woodsy themes, respectively.  Perhaps the latter is just me, but, aside from getting your feets done at the nail salon, the only other time I can fantasize without actually purchasing an often-overpriced Vogue-type mag is when browsing on the world wide interwebz.

When I found the This Is Glamorous blog, I felt like time stopped.  I could literally spend HOURS here. Not only does this blog focus on clothes, but I feel like it takes a holistic approach to encompassing the overall essence of sartorial and aesthetic inspiration.   Here’s what I mean:

1.  This warm and woodsy post pulls in images of furniture, clothespins, picture frames, old maps, and leaves, while at the same time, interspersing them with artfully arranged accessories and snapshots from the runway.

2.  In The Gallery Effect, paintings (mostly Impressionist-y/Mary Cassat-looking women wearing flouncy dresses) and beautiful furniture and interior design are the foci.  What I love best about this one is the quiet simplicity and understated elegance.  Especially with the sharp, clean lines of the gorgeous setup below.

3.  I have no idea why, but something about this Horse Ribbons post— the hues? the fact that they are silky ribbons??– releases some sort of oxytocin fiesta in my brain:

4.  This post entirely dedicated to trenches is totally my favorite.  One of the cool things about summer dragging its ass to arrive is that throwing on a cute, classic trench is one of the most simple, effortless ways to look chic.  Not to mention that I am waaay into big bouffant-y hair right now.  If I can be Catherine Deneuve, Brigitte Bardot, or Anna Karina in my mind while sporting this look, all is well with the world.

5.  Lastly, an ode to the color gray: an essential staple to my wardrobe that they make look elegant.  They can even make motherfucking plastic forks and spoons look arty.  I’m fucking sold.