January 11th, 2014

Sleeping Bella


Look, I just did a 10-season Friends marathon over the holidays, so maybe Ross has shouted, “We were on a break!” one too many times, but I can’t help but agree. I’ve been on a break. Perhaps it doesn’t have to be a break-up or a break-down per se; it’s just a break. As such, I have my fairytale muses all mixed up, but given that my favorite purchase for my new home was this Ikea children’s bed that I put in my backyard, I’d say I’ve become more Sleeping Beauty than wandering Alice.

For awhile now, I’ve been saying that I’m having a post-fashion moment, but the beauty of fashion is that it takes all kinds of superheroes, and it will adapt and find you in your moment, even if you’re curled up in your colorful Anthropologie blanket, slowly sipping your french press coffee hoping it will stir you to the next adventure. But I’ve always said that the adventure is in the journey itself, so I will wait no longer. I will embrace this moment for what it is and reveal to you my current wardrobe: SLEEP MEETS STREET. There are a lot of sweats, but in my defense, both the sweatshirts and the sweatpants are shrunken and fitted. However, if I hit a bag lady moment where I’m more Evil Queen delivering an apple than pretty princess napping, I hope you won’t hold it against me. For now, there’s been this:

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An old Wildfox tee plus J.crew cardigan. The Kate Spade donut sweatshirt from Fall13 with a paisley button down.


This Free City “I Love You” sweatshirt that is as soft as it is darling and makes me wish I owned everything Free City makes (spoiler alert: Free City isn’t exactly priced for a Sleeping Beauty salary).


And my favorite: the Current/Elliott snow leopard sweatpants. A little bit sleep. A little bit street. Just the way I like it.

In an equally triumphant moment, the girls behind Current/Elliott have developed a line called Emily & Meritt for Pottery Barn Teen. It is brilliant and has my indoor Sleeping Beauty chamber looking like this:


So, I like a world where every bella gets a prefix. You met me as a bouncing bunny bella, but then I took a break. I traded in my bounce for a nap until I met an Isa-bella. What Isabella reminded me is that while my story may not be “conventional,” it is special to those who get it. And I like those! The beauty of the fairytale is that any kind of Jack and any kind of Jill can find a happy ending….even if they take a little nap in the middle. Perhaps the nap can even be helpful. Truly, how else would Alice have gotten to Wonderland or Dorothy to Oz? A bella needs her sleep to conjure her big adventures!

So, maybe Sleeping Beauty wasn’t cursed. Maybe she was just a dreamer.

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January 8th, 2014



It’s been a year.

My tree has fallen in the forest.

It’s possible that no one heard it.

It is a series of both unfortunate and inspiring events that has me making noise again. Oddly enough, it was a 12-year-old holiday visitor named Isabella who knocked me out of my confused, 30-something slumber. She loved looking at pictures of the store. She understood none of my 90s references. She was shocked that I drank straight espresso. We had the same taste in fashion (but not music…..she doesn’t like Ke$ha????). She asked me to take her shopping. She wanted me to tell her everything I knew about makeup and was floored by the volumes of knowledge I unloaded upon her. But, perhaps most importantly, she encouraged me to tell my story.

So, with Isabella’s enthusiasm still ringing in my ears, I had to stop being quiet. Sure, I’ve been dropping pithy sweet nothings on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram (@twoellerachel), but it’s time for this once-and-future fashionista to crawl out of the rabbit hole, pick up the pieces, and try to make some relative sense of this definite wonderland.

It’s a new day.

I will make things. I will say things. And I will try not to go silent again.

You ready to keep bouncing, bunnies?

I’m yelling, “Timber!”

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January 13th, 2013

Closing Doors


One year ago right now, I opened this door for the last time, and I wrote this on the wall:


Only 24 hours before, wonderland was empty, and I had taken to the stage for a photo shoot.



My dear friend and photographer Stephen Gilbert had asked many times if he could capture me in my space. I waited, as is my way, until the very final moments. The former factory was empty, but the music was loud, and the lights were bright. We danced the last dance.


I was so pleased when he posted his piece on me a few days later. I loved the imagery, of course, but if possible, I think I loved his words more. I remember reading them and feeling flattered, but I also remember noting that a day would come in the future when I would recall his inspirational telling of my own tale. I knew that I would journey on after our dance but that eventually I would stumble and revive his words as my mantra.

So, here we are, one year later, and I continue to visit his site and his magical version of my moment. And I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the anniversary of the day we scraped our name off the window.


I may have locked up these red doors for the last time, and I may have turned in the keys that opened them so many times. And if I’m being honest, these doors that traveled from New York to Nashville to keep our wonderland safe inside were one of my proudest moments and one of the many that I wish I hadn’t left behind.


But if the mantra bestowed upon me by one Stephen Mitchell Gilbert is correct, then the magic is in the moment. Doors and walls and windows stayed behind, but I packed up the sparkle and the music and the dance. One day, I won’t miss those doors, and my hand won’t ache because it can’t write on that wall. And on that day, we will dance again. For now, I turn to another artist friend, Bob Roman, who tagged my wall with some relevant anniversary inspiration.

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January 3rd, 2013

15 Minutes


For awhile now, I’ve been marking this as my Warhol moment. I can’t place what precisely that means, but something about the pop and the fizzle has drawn in this former classicist. And it seems I’m not alone. Bond No. 9’s Warhol notes provided the color palette and inspiration for my Nashville condo, and now Nars has joined the party.


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They’re truly works of art on their own, and I’m starting to think that’s how I’d like to live my life….or perhaps how I always have. Plus, I think Andy would agree that a little mess and a little excess never hurt anyone.


A year ago, dear friends, I was in the throws of converting my poppy excess into a momentary mess. I was stripping down my own little silver factory. I was deconstructing wonderland.


But one of my new Nars eyeshadows reminds me that Andy Warhol printed that art is what you can get away with. So….give me 15 minutes, friends, and let me see what I can do.

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November 11th, 2012

The Writing on the Wrists


When all else fails, I can generally rely on my wrists to tell me where to go. As my last post indicated, on game days they lead me home and straight into the Suns arena. But on non-game days, I require added inspiration. Sometimes they tell me that there’s no sleep til Brooklyn. Sometimes they tell me to join my brother in Collective Los Angeles.wrists2

Sometimes I let Marc Jacobs remind me that veritas inlustrat (truth enlightens), or I let Cartel remind me where I can get the best cup of coffee in town.

But my current favorite: the pink Kate Spade bangle from the top left photo. It says “Toutes les filles sont folles.”

Google it.

Live it.

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