Sasha Darling & The BellJar Blog — Uncategorized

Sometimes girls come into the shop and try on fancy, little dresses and claim they don't know where they would ever where them. I always say that they can wear them to go grocery shopping or to the post office. I'm only half joking. I can be seen around town running errands in 3.5 inch heels and fancy dresses. I say if you got the clothes, then wear them. Life is too short to save glamour for "special occasions". I say make every day a special occasion. Use linen napkins, take out the china for sandwiches and put on that lovely dress and go about your day!

Hilary Rhoda photographed by Glen Luchford and styled by Melanie Ward

I'm sitting in La on a crotched blanket in an apartment in Echo Park, listening to Leonard Cohen, fondling my new shoes, thinking about tonights outfit, dreaming that in a few hours I will be making out with a boy that resembles a young Bob Dylan. Today was an excellent day.

"Excuse me if I say fuck...I'm still a lady", I overheard a girl say, sitting next to me in a cafe. It lead me to believe she felt there is some unwritten rule, that states if you swear and do not proclaim you are a lady...that you are instead, a trashy, trailerpark living heathen. It made me ponder, what exactly is being a lady? It's a society drivin title that says you are somehow more demure or entitled then the rest; more cultured and prim. What exactly does being a lady entale? Wearing white gloves on Sunday? Walking heel to tow in buckled shoes? Sipping your tea quietly and refraining from dunking your biskit? I consider myself a bit of an aficionado on living my life in a way that is both beautiful and respectful. But I love to say fuck, because sometimes there is no other word that can describe a situation with the gusto that fuck does. And I don't think it has anything to do with being a lady. Actually, I'm pretty sure as much as I love glamour and all that goes with it, I never want to be described as a lady. It conjures up images of a weak, frail, over-bread women that depend on their family or husbands for the simplest of tasks. I'm not sure if a lady can navigate city streets in a british sports car. I'm not sure a lady has ever started her own camp fire. I don't think a lady can travel the world, on her own, via fast train. I'm pretty sure a lady has never been to the horse tracks and slammed down fifty on Midnight's Madness and I can say with all certainty a lady has never had a good fuck. I choose to be adventures and strong. I choose to beckon the likes of Garbo and Hepburn. I will walk proudly in my pants and will gladly get my white gloves filthy when needed. I will drink my Whisky straight with the boys, feel assured I can kick their behinds at five card stud and I will do it all with perfect red lips and high heels. And that is spoken like a true Dame.