A One Year Celebration + Giveaway!

OH gawd..this is awesome!! The jeans are soooo nice!! Happy birthday to our blog~~~ I’m totally down for trying out for this giveaway….*v*
Will be a busy bee figuring out what to write for this…;D

E> An

Happy one year, darling! Great giveaway. Here’s my submission:

Dress You Up In My Love

Claudette was always known for her mousey ways. Her flaxen hair hung haphazardly down to the middle of her back, tousled and uncombed. Her wide green eyes always sparkled; and her skin shone despite her lack of make-up. She was a natural beauty, yet never knew it. She knew one thing, however…oui, the meek mademoiselle knew style. She ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; and while she kept to herself, quieting her voice, she let her ensembles speak volumes. On that particular morning, Claudette couldn’t help but want to feel loved. The brisk air nipped at her skin, turning her cheeks pink. She knew that the chill in the air would remain all day. She pulled a white Alexander Wang Mini Pocket Tank from her closet, slipping it on over her head, and allowing it to flow over her lithe frame. The sleeveless style would accommodate the gray Silence & Noise Stitch Detail Cocoon Cardigan she slipped on next. Her mood was gloomy, synonymous with the weather; thus, the colors draped over her body should be, as well. The gray and white upper would look spectacular with the Current/Elliott “the Legging” Denim Skinny in Black, which she quickly tugged over her legs, covering the goose pimples spotting her pale flesh. Having just painted Chanel Nail Lacquer in Rouge Noir No. 18 upon her nails, she opted to slip her feet into Miss Sixty winter white Peep-Toe Oxfords to draw attention to her pretty pedicure. A CC Skye Woven Black Leather Chain Bangle in Silver hanging loosely from her right wrist; a Roberto Cavalli Silver-Tone Crystal-Embellished Ring glittering from her left index finger; a black Balenciaga Motorcycle Bag swinging from the crook of her left arm. Yes, she was ready. Ready to face the outside world; the classrooms and corridors; and her many admirers.

E-mail Address: cafefashionista@yahoo.com

Size: 27

Très joyeux anniversaire et tous mes vœux pour l’année à venir. Longue vie à La Couturier !

One YEAR! Congratulations on perservering 365 days on the internet. You’re blog has inspired me to attempt to be a better writer and to find my own blogging voice as you so have done!

You know how much I adore your blog, I hope to be reading about your sophmore year in another 365 days!

-Christine

Congrats and happy anniversary! I might come back with my entry…:)

oh what a wonderful giveaway. congrat on the one year anniversary. i love your blog.

Happy Anniversary, darling!

Those jeans are spectacular – I would wear them with my new blue suede Chloe booties and Alexander Wang tee dress out for cocktails with my sister!

xoxox,
CC

And let’s hope for many, many more! You really are SO talented but you’re either too modest or don’t realize it. You’re so inspirational, and you will go SO far in this world!

AND hurrah, giveaways!! Mine will be quite terrible – I’m not a good writer like you are!

Size: 27
Email: carolina.delarosa123@hotmail.com

Carolina pulled on her lucky jeans today: the Current/Elliott leggings in black showed off her long legs amazingly. They were the pants she wore when she got her first job as an assistant for one of the greatest fashion photographers. They were the pants she wore when she scored the last limited edition Louboutins in her size. And she would where them on her interview for Vogue.

She would wear them with classic things: black Jimmy Choo stilettos, a Donna Karan oversized blazer, and a Kain tank. Carolina piled on her jewelry. They expressed her personality, she thought. A YSL gold ring with blue stone brought out her blue eyes.

She grabbed her portfolio and called a cab!

Congrats! A whole years work of fabulous posts! And I must say this is such an original idea for a contest! I’ll post my entry soon!

x

Happy Bday!! :)) Even im here the first time, your blog seems really very cool and informative ! 🙂 Congrats! :)))

‘Bye!’. He shouted after her, but she was already out the door, running to hail a taxi. This wasn’t easy seeing as she was wearing 5 inch Louboutins.

No matter what rush Jade was in, she always made sure she left the house looking good. Today this meant her fabulous new Current/Elliott jeans, a loose fitting white tee covered by a black blazer hanging open casually and her beloved Christian Louboutin black jazz pumps. As for jewellery, today she was wearing a multi chain necklace and a simple yet extravagant cocktail ring with a black stone set in sterling silver. Her favourite one to be precise.

Jade was on her way to the Badgley Mischka show at the Amsterdam International Fashion Week. Due to the stress of finding the perfect outfit(even though she ended up wearing that which she had picked out days ago..) she was behind schedule. By precisely 5 minutes. It seemed to big a risk not to rush, Jade didn’t want to miss even a second of the show.

Finally, Jade made, it in time ,it to the show. The Badgley Mischka show turned out to be simply dazzling. The detailing in the garnments, the flowing fabrics of the dresses, it was beautiful. She would have plenty to write about in her report for Elle magazine.

For good measure I’ve added a polyvore:
http://www.polyvore.com/http_limitlessfashion.blogspot.com/set?id=10674228

Great contest C!
x

Congratulations on a year of blogging.

I will have to get my thinking cap on before the week is out…

xx

Omg, what a day I had today. Where do I begin?
The washing machine had a slow leak, but worked perfectly well, so I didn’t know until the water had trickled past my hi-fi set, shorting it out. It went spectacularly, with a long crackle noise, and a big BOOM, thus setting my living room on fire. I grabbed the baby and ran to the neighbor’s house to call the fire dept. They arrived in record time and broke every window on the lower level, even though the door was unlocked and wide open. My living room now looks like a water logged barbecue pit. As the fire men were leaving, one of them, obviously taken by the way I still managed to look so good in my Current/Elliott skinny black jeans, slipped me his phone number. Even though I was exhausted and confused as to what my next step would be, I was a little elated. As I passed a window and caught my reflection, I realized that my hair resembled a sea gull’s nest, my shirt had baby spit up on it, my make-up resembled something out of a bad Alice Cooper video, but my jeans were intact. Cheeky fireman.

size 25
email @ danceforeverr.696@aol.com

i slid into my limited edition nike low dunks in neon pink, green, yellow, blue, and silver sent in from japan. i tied the laces tight to prevent them from undoing itself. ribbed white wifebeater, and an adidas track jacket rolled up at the elbows. the current elliott black legging skinnies were the perfect pants. they allowed enough stretch for dance, but still was chic & perfect for walking around. i knew i was more than ready for this. my hair was perfectly straightened for the biggest night of my life.

the streets.

i showed up, alone, without a crew, bouncing to the beats a bit. you technically weren’t supposed to go unless u had a crew, but i was gonna pull it off. i slid a paper to the dj, he looked at me quizzically and winked. only if i gave him my number. i rolled my eyes and then my song came on.

and that’s when i slid, knees first, surprising the crowd. i danced my heart out.

(i know u luv dance so i hope u liked my step up 2 reference!)

Hello there! Wow…congratulations on the blog’s birthday! What a way to celebrate…a creative contest! Let’s see if I can come up with anything decent.

What a fun giveaway! The jeans are fabulous! Here is my entry:

Even with a mere glance at Clara, one could tell she was different. She possessed a unique air about her, drawing all eyes toward her, and she was poised, elegant, and modest. Above all, however, she was a mystery. People tried to learn her secret through imitation, but they always failed. Clara was truly one of a kind. Her hair was golden blonde, pin straight, and cut in a long, choppy bob, and her fingernails dripped in expensive and luxurious polish as she drummed them on her desk, fraught with boredom. Her clothes always fit with meticulous perfection … indeed, many girls went green with envy when they met her. None of them knew Clara’s secret though, and she fully intended to keep it that way. But she certainly provoked much speculation, and her towering Louboutins did not help tone down the tangibility of her presence. Whenever she crossed the glistening, polished lobby of her Manhattan office building, she walked with a self-assurance one could only have acquired through years as a runway model. Her black Current/Elliot jeans fit her like a second skin – echoing her every move, in sync with her body – and her chic, white, long-sleeved button-down, a Clara trademark, was as crisp and unwrinkled as if it had come straight from the cleaner’s. Under her right arm a mauve, studded Miu Miu clutch was happily nestled, it’s satisfied belly stuffed with an endless array of credit cards. From the corner of her eye, Clara saw a young and eager magazine intern, decked out in trendy jeans, designer lip gloss, and sky-high heels, staring at her with obvious amazement. Clara smiled to herself, ever so slightly, her pretty nude lips turning up at the corners by the tiniest degree, because she knew the secret that the naïve intern would never discover. Clara’s secret was confidence.

And a visual: http://www.polyvore.com/057_clara/set?id=10677775

Good luck to all the other entrants!

Happy Anniversary! Haha I just had mine a few weeks ago =)
Okay, here’s my story, apologies if it’s too long or too whatever.

Audrey stood in the cluttered bedroom, unsure of what to do as Sid threw clothes around, searching for a proper outfit. “You look far too prep school right now,” Sid said, her British accent thick. “We need to toughen you up and grunge you down.”
“What?” Audrey looked uncertainly at her tan skirt and ruffled blouse.
“Your wanker down there is too busy playing video games to notice you right now,” Sid said, pulling out random articles of clothing and throwing them onto her bed. “We’ve got to shock him.” She spread the clothes out. “Here put this on.” Sid promptly left the room, leaving her to look at her new outfit with uncertainty.
Audrey ventured over to the bed and looked down at the clothes. She had never been one to wear anything but skirts and ruffles and flats, and yet here in front of her was so far out of her comfort zone, she was sure she’d look ridiculous. Those black skinny jeans were certainly not going to fit her or even look remotely attractive, and did that shirt have rips in it?
As though sensing her hesitance, Sid called through the door, “Just try it on already, yeah!”
“Well, it can’t really hurt any to just see,” Audrey muttered. She stepped out of her black flats, placing them carefully to the side. Then she slid out of her outfit and picked up the shirt. It was a plain, thin white tank, but there were tears and rips throughout the front. She put it on quickly and straightened out. Then she looked at the jewelry lying next to it, a thick, black necklace with a heavy cross at the end. After putting that on, she stared at the black jeans.
She wasn’t a pant person. Not at all. She owned maybe one pair. She hated how the felt on her. She sighed. Sid would somehow force her into them anyway. Audrey took the pants and slid them on, pulling them up slowly. Surprisingly they buttoned. She turned in the mirror to see what it all looked like together.
It looked…. good. She looked to the bed and found black, studded stilettos. Slipping them on (they were only half a size too big), she suddenly felt different. She didn’t feel like the preppy girlfriend anymore. She walked over to the bureau and pulled out her headband, shaking out her hair from the pins that held it back. She found some black liner and mascara and began lining her eyes a bit thickly.
By the time Sid was finally allowed back in the room, “the preppy Yank” was gone. She smiled with approval.
“Excellent.”

**Okay youroxgirl@gmail.com and I think I might be the 31? I got really confused with the sizing, but my waist is a 30-31 (I know really disproportionate!).

2009 JULY 26
Tiffany PERMALINK
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Her pitch black skinnies complemented her torso dripping with lace, the language of a french ingenue. She has always been a dancer of thought and a faraway dreamer of sorts. Shifting position in a wooden seat perched precariously upon the edge of the Parisian street, a faraway love speaks promises to her heart, a listless symphonic number playing games with the pearls strewn about her her neck, nothing but a lingering memory. Elegance never chokes as tears befall her countenance traveling idly pass her lips an area to which has known no secrets of a midnight embrace only to end atop her patent heels. They lack reflection but from the light in her eyes. She wiped them away with the warmth of her fingertips painted in five lustful layers of Chanel fire engine red and there she sat, in remembrance of him, in his frozen memory, in her black veiled lace gracing her night strewn skinnies.

Tiffany

Merci

tdouzart@gmail.com
size 8

Hey love,

I featured you and did a faux entry on my website. It was a whole lot of fun!
Hope you enjoy it as much as i did <3

tell me what you think!

xx

Happy Anniversary darling! Mine is this month as well and I am STILL working on a give away – LOL. Okay…

It’s a super lazy-hazy Sunday in Midtown. The guy I’ve been chatting with online, for the past week or so, sends me a spontaneous text that he’s in the city. He wants to meet for amuses-bouche and double expresso @ Bar Artisanal. I’m completely caught off guard AND still have yet to take pups for a walk.

I text guy back ‘Ah, sure I’ll meet you there in 30 mins.’ JUST enough time to (speed) walk the pups, get back to my apt, & throw on my go to Lazy-Chic Brunch Outy: Current/Elliott “the Legging” Denim Skinny in Black, silk halter top in asphalt, Tashkent by Cheyenne
Grey suede ‘Colette’ ankle boots & Anya Hindmarch Clutch.

Oh, and can’t forget my turquoise Stephen Dweck ring for a shot of color (or for protection just in case…I kid!).

Just hope brunch with guy is as delicious as my outfit.

kissies,
MG ;->
midtowngirl1@gmail.com
Size – 28

As it is, congratulations on your birthday! Ahh, that is quite the magnificent pair of pants. *sigh.*
—-
“The Young Executive”

She was twenty-five years old and was already head of an ultra-successful international corporation. In her opinion, this position entailed looking sophisticated but simple at all times, hence her fabulous black Current/Elliot skinnies, matched with a pair of black Louboutin ankle boots and a fresh white James Perse cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The stacked gold bangles on her wrist tinkled pleasantly as she pushed her sunglasses up her head, and she took fast, sure steps towards the room where the business meeting with the marketing director would be held. Her Chanel Midnight Red-painted nails tipped a tall Starbucks latte towards her glossy lips, downing the last bits of caffeine, and then tossing the cup into the trash bin. She took a minute to run her fingers through her dark locks and smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles in her clothes before entering. As she glided into the room with a confident smile, she looked like she could take over the world.
—-
Size: 28
E-mail: strictlynosanity@yahoo.com

A petite novella called ‘a new definition of LBD’

A NEW DEFINITION OF LBD

Ophelia, that’s her name. She has long black hair and glittering eyes. She looks mysterious and pure at the same time. Ophelia stands out because her simplicity. Everybody will look at her when she is passing by.

Ophelia is the founder of a new definition of ‘LBD’. Everybody knows that LBD stands for little black dress, but for Ophelia LBD has another meaning. LBD means Little Black Denim. The function of both LBDs is actually the same; one piece, two different occasions, two different outfits.

At day Ophelia wears her current/elliot denim legging with a plain white T. Comfortable is important for her, so she wears her outfit with marc jacobs flats. She could walk through Paris all day long on her flats. The weather in Europe is so unpredictable, that’s why Ophelia always take her floppy hat with her. When the sun shines, she could protect her skin and hair with it. When it rains, her hair won’t get wet. When she isn’t wearing the hat, she puts it in her precious Chanel 2.55 bag. If it gets chilly she will wear her balmain jacket. She walks through Paris and captures every moment she loves by taking pictures. And when she walks by, you could smell a whiff of chanel mademoiselle.

At night she would change her perfume into chanel Chance. She wears it with smokey eyes and nude lips. Simplicity turns into Diva, but still mysterious. Of course she is still wearing her current/elliot denim legging, it’s comfortable and easy to mix and match. She only changed her accessories and top. Ophelia goes to the ‘le baron’ club wearing a vintage glittertop from YSL and a pair of killing high heels, Jill Sander d’orsay. In her hand, she is holding a clutch. It’s a Corto Moltedo clutch, special made for her. You could see a ring on her finger, it’s a YSL-cocktailring. She is on the dancefloor with her friends. Ophelia looks fabulous but that’s not the most important thing. The most important thing for her is…..enjoying her life…no matter what.

My email: madamemoiselle@live.nl

Yay for one year! I just passed one year a week ago, but I was out of town and forgot to mention it. Perhaps I will do a belated anniversary post soon.

Congrats!

Great giveaway! Hmm I’m usually a 26 in jeans. I’d wear these with my new blue suede silver-studded flats, a loose gray tank, a cameo pendant on a long brass chain, and my jumbo black Chanel 2.55.

Congrats to the blog’s birthday!

happy blog birthday la.C! I love your gorgeous blog! I am super exciting about this giveaway! It is delightful! Okay here is my petite novella:

She was always late for dates with Elliot. She found herself in a typical tableau of Sunday mornings: frantically sipping coffee to nurse the minor hangover she acquired from one too many chocolate martini’s, slathering eye cream on in an effort to look awake, and constantly glancing at her Bulgari wrist watch and cursing the constant migration of the second hand; spinning dangerously close to 11:30.

She thought of Elliot, pacing back in forth in front of Public, their favorite brunch spot. He always looked so breathtakingly adorable when he furrowed his brow in irritation. She took another sip of her black , overly sweetened coffee and gazed at her newly remodeled closet. She took a moment to enjoy the beauty of the new structure that could easily have been a third bedroom. After all, she hadn’t worked 12-hour days for nothing.

Today, however, there was no time for self-admiration. She was on a quest. She needed those jeans… the black ones that looked like leggings. They always made Elliot stare at her like they were meeting for the first time. On her way to the back of the closet she pulled on a sheer American Apparel, oversized white top. It scooped in the back in a sexy but subtle fashion. Though no one would see the adorable detail under her mother’s vintage blazer she had begged for last Thanksgiving. She rolled up the lightweight cotton sleeves so they displayed the beautiful, patterned silk that lined the inside. It truly was an exquisite jacket. Though nothing quite came close to those jeans. Current/Elliot… that’s who they were by! Ahhh, they were quite divine. Perfect for a brunch with her favorite man.

Another watch check… 11:04. She prayed the NRW wouldn’t be delayed. She spied the jeans where she had left them and thanked her maker for giving her unparalleled organization. She slipped on her Italian, peep-toe, calf hair ballet flats from J. Crew that showcased her new Chanel nail lacquer. Then found those cheap sunglasses from Forever 21 that she would probably break by the end of the day and tossed them into her brown, alligator Birkin Bag; a gift her grandmother had given her at her and Elliot’s engagement party.

Watch check… 11:26. Blast! She was always late.

Size: 26
e-mail: clarabelle.blog@gmail.com

Cheers, dahlin!
C

Hej, what a fabulous giveaway! I cannot help but enter!Here is my submission::

A soft spring breeze blew up a cobble stone path and caused a window to gently close in a mid city apartment. The noise echoed through the apartment blowing past an arrangement of roses that sat on an ancient antique table and caused a cat to stir awake and jump upon Anouk. The young lady stumbled out of bed still half asleep and started her beauty ritual that her great grandmother had created and in turn blessed generations of woman to come and made herself jasmine green tea in her favorite porcelain teacup and saucer, with that done she sat herself in front of her dressing table that was placed in her luxurious boudoir.

She was a beautiful young lady; large, dreamy, yet intense hazel eyes were her centre piece, a perfect button nose followed with bee stung pink lips. Her skin was porcelain and pink cheeks perfected her and light brown hair pinned back finished her off. She finished coating her lushes lashes and applied a coat of rose taffy lipstick and put on her pearls then she walked to her wardrobe.

Anouk was on of those girls who were always immaculate and beautiful. She had perfected the art of pure femininity and was chic yet effortless. There was one thing she had not yet mastered, maybe it was lacking confidence, she had never worn jeans. She looked in her wardrobe, she wanted a change and she knew what the change should be. She hesitated as she lifted her new jeans that still lay in their bag, they were soft and perfect and she slid them on her like a glove. The jeans complimented her figure perfectly but could she still be feminine she thought. In a whirlwind of beautiful clothes throwing she found the perfect top for these jeans, a soft violet cashmere jumper with a low v neck, it hung loosely to her body. She put her dainty foot into a pair of Christian Louboutin ‘marcia balla’ kitten heels and slung her soft pink chanel 2.55 over her shoulder.

Before running out her house for an afternoon lunch with her future true love she showered herself in Guerlain Apres L’Ondee, she hopped out the elevator, the doorman in green opened the door for Anouk and she graciously accepted, she skipped down the cobblestone path with her heels tapping the floor in rhythm and her pearl chains clinking together, followed by a trail of sweet perfume and that soft spring breeze that brought her love.

my email address is: cerise.noir@hotmail.co.uk
xxx

you don’t know if you’ve inspired your readers or not? HELLZ YES YOU HAVE! =) Happy blog-versary! I’m so glad you started this magazine-like, delicious goodness for us. you spoil us all!

my entry:

all eyes were on the girl, no matter where she went, eyes looking in admiration, women frowning in jealousy, men staring adoringly. yet regardless of who was looking, they all had eyed her in wonderment, theories popping about as to who she was. a celebrity? a foreign royal’s daughter? she *had* to be somebody; she carried herself so regally in a way even the ancient queens would attempt – but never succeed at imitating. no “regular” girl walked the way she did; hips perfectly swaying in those sky-high YSL trib. pumps in such a way that accentuated her hourglass shape to perfection.

today it was fully outlined; the current elliott jeans hugged every hip, every curve, every length of her legs in a way that seemed almost divinely – maybe the YSL tribs helped, but again, it was how she carried herself. in her hand was an oversized ps1 clutch in some sort of an exotic; passerbys mumbled curiously as to what she was fumbling for.

she took out a notebook, a well-loved moleskine, and began to write as she walked. pedestrians peered to see what she scribbled in immaculate script and tried to follow the direction in which her Chanel rounds looked in. finally a curious jogger slowed to a stop, as she had caught his eye from a distance in an off-the-shoulder sweater that clung loosely but sensually against her torso.

in a scottish accent, he stuttered a bit before extending his hand. “hi, i’m jack. you are…?”

she smiled coyly and never took the sunglasses off her face. “you can call me lc”.

i hope you liked it!!!

email: 1980.peachykeen@gmail.com
size: 26/27?

Hey La C. Congrats on the 1 year anniversary of your blog. That’s fantastic. I really enjoy always checking out your blog. It’s so amazing. Have a great week. Cheers!

Happy B-day! You’re such a star. Always find you, Ms. La C. so inspiring!

Here’s to the next year.

<3 Kelsey

eeeeh happy appy Blog-Birthday!

😀

Are we allowed to vote? Because I called my sister up in Florida and read her Ayla’s story over the phone. We were both choked up. My sister said she thinks Ayla could write for the New York Times or write a great book. We both think she should win. Is there a runner up prize? Because I thought maybe it should be a pair of cut offs, hehe.

Hi honey! I’ve missed your blog!

Guess what?

I’m partnering with chickdowntown.com and we are GIVINGAWAY away a BB Dakota Battalion jacket to one LUCKY WINNER! [the contest is available for U.S. residents only.]

This GIVEAWAY ends next Saturday, August 1st, by Midnight (Central)

Good Luck, and please spread the word! More info. on my blog!

xo xo

I love the photos from Cobrasnake! They always put me in a good mood! Here’s my entry:

It was a crazy day at work! I’ve had a long day and I couldn’t wait to go home and relax. So I walked back slowly, looking down at my sore feet and wondering what I’ll eat for dinner. Before I went up to my apartment, I checked my mail and screamed! Oh yes! Merci! My Current/Elliot black leggings I won from La Couturier! I did a little dance and then looked around to make sure nobody saw it but couldn’t care less if anyone did!

This is perfect! This is amazing! This is exactly what I want! I talked to myself while I paced back back and forth around my living room like a mad woman clutching the leggings. So now! What should I wear with it? The possibilities! But for tonight, I will pair it with my new white pocket tee from NastyGal Vintage and my printed Chanelesque jacket and my beautiful dimaond bracelet from my dear aunt. Then I’ll put on a pair of gladiator heels and mess up my hair a little bit for that casual coolness. Finally I’ll grab my black leather bag and headed out the door feeling as fabulous as a Manhanttan socialite! Au Voire! xxoxoxoxoxoxo

ooops, my sister wordpress account showed up, I’m tellmeaboutyou xD Sorry!

happy blog birthday! You’re blog is truly fabulous, and like i always say, you’re an amazing writer!