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Get your degree in Style without the BS. The student will be enriched with tips on how to look and live like your most fabulous self. This is a 24 hour (a day) course because style is something that never changes...what's in fashion will change with the seasons.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Keep Khaki Corporate Not Kiddish



Vena Cava Gap Khaki Collection 2009

Are you often mistaken for a student? Is our daily dress code slacks and a polo-style shirt? Here are a few ideas for wearing khaki and not looking like a kid.


Why Khaki?
Classic: Never goes out of style.
Cotton: Durable fabric.
Neutral: Perfect neutral alternative to black.
Comfortable: Yes, I can't believe I said that.
Cost: Can be found at ANY price level.
Versatile: Comes in dresses, skirts, pants, jackets, you name it!
Seasonless: Wear it anytime of the year.



Now that I've hopefully convinced you that Khaki is a viable option, let me help you get dressed.


How Khaki?
Wear a thin belt over a cardigan.
Pair with soft fabrics...silk, cashmere, etc.
High heels or flats, make sure your flats are ornate.
Add color, any color.
Grrrr, don't be afraid of zebra, tiger, or leopard print--oh my!
Get a tailor. Make sure that it fits well.
Amp up the sex appeal, try a skinny cargo with a pair of booties.
Embellish..add necklaces, chunky bracelets, ornate pins, and jaw-dropping earrings (just not all at the same time)
Simple elegance. Tuck in a crisp white shirt.

Now you are ready to graduate your khaki from kindergarten to killer!

Stay stylish,
Tipper D.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Big Style In the Big Easy

Pictured above is the beautiful Jackson Square, just a few short
steps from some big style...New Orleans style!



When I set out to find boutiques to be added to Style U's Dean List, it was important that they were New Orleans' originals. I felt that the best way to help in the rebuilding of the city was to invest in the businesses grown right there in the city. I started with a list of such establishments to visit, but anyone who knows anything about this part of the South knows that the heat is nothing to play with. After being outside for an hour or so, your clothes are drenched with sweat and your body is in desperate need of shade and air conditioning.


The first boutique I visited was Head to Toe, located in the French Quarter, and owned by Ms. Carol Erath. This little shop was brimming with local flavor. Where else in the world do people prepare for Halloween in August??? I LOVE it! Everything about Head to Toe felt genuine and honestly New Orleans. They carry shoes, accessories, and clothing. There was even a whimsical selection of men's ties. Having just purchased Christening gowns for my twin godbabies, the phrase that came to mind upon entering Head to Toe was "heirloom." There were children's dresses and gowns that parents would treasure and pass down for generations to come.


This lamb cape reminded me of one that I've been asking my grandmother for. And while at many places, even consignment shops, such a garment would go for several hundred dollars, this one sales for $145. It's the gold patterned lining, silkened ribbon, and jeweled neck that sets it apart.

There was such an feeling of lightheartedness and joy that I was tempted to dance. lol! I know it was not just the merchandise, but it was Ms. Erath and her approach to fashion. She incorporates the richness of heirloom pieces and mixes them with the whimsy of 40's and 50's inspired art and knickknacks.

As we prepared to leave, Ms. Erath and her associated seemed to be putting the final touches on their Halloween-themed storefront window. It certainly did not disappoint, but I'll leave it to you to go and check it out.


If you've ever been to New Orleans, you know that on every block there are three or four souvenir shops full of tee shirts, shot glasses, and other items bearing the various phrases and slogans connected with the city. I remember my first such shirt, it was pink, and in navy blue letters read: New Orleans, Birthplace of Jazz...I loved it and unwisely wore it for 20 years. But when approaching the second Dean's List Honoree, there were a plethora of tees advertising the local flavor, but there was more to these cotton cropped camisetas. They were girly, cuter, something that could be worn with a pair of trouser jeans, beneath a boyfriend jacket or a vest and embellished flats or patent leather pumps. They certainly caught my eye. And once I entered Pop City: A Pop Couture Emporium, I saw that adorable baby tee's were only the start to what they had to offer. Unfortunately, I was not able to meet the shop owner, but after speaking with the boutique employees and seeing the clothing and art I felt as though I'd definitely met her acquaintance.

A few months ago, I decided to organize my closet. I moved the fall and winter items to my "She Den" and rearranged my spring and summer ones. In doing so, I counted at least fifteen black warm weather dresses...and swore that I would not set my sights on another one. In the time since then, I've probably added five more. And what is the first thing to catch my eye in Pop City? You guessed it. This adorable shift with ribbon, eyelet inspired sleeves. At other boutiques, this dress reportedly retails for more than three times more their $50 price tag. Unfortunately, my picture does not do it justice. I guess you'll just have to go and get it yourself. :)

There's a definite vintage feel, which is familiar to the area. But much like New Orleans since Hurricane Katrina, it feels as though the old has been made new again. It was explained to me that at one time Rockabilly was the style of the store. While the influence was still visible, an associate described it as "Bohemian Chic, for all ages" which is much more appropriate for where they are today. There was a real organic sincerity about the style of the clothes and the decor. In fashion, everything is faux this or faux that, when you see the owner of a small boutique trying to make an impression of the industry with her own line of clothes; you've met the genuine article!

The A-line dresses, designed by the owner are flattering for every body type. The fabrics and colors were rich and lively like the City; herself. This one here reminded me of an African Kente cloth that I'd seen lovingly crowning the head of a mother dancing at her only daughter's wedding.


I have never been what one would call thin. I've been both smaller and larger than I am now, but never have been a fan of the words used to describe girls like me; "big boned," "heavy set," or "fat." I found the perfect adjective, when I moved beyond the second doorway..."Goddess." Seriously? What woman in her right mind would object to being called a goddess? Exactly! And neither would I! So when I asked where such a magnificent label came from, I was told to envision ancient portraits that adorn the ceilings of cathedrals and hide the aging walls of castles. The women portrayed always had curves and womanly features that make men blush. But what I found most impressive was that there was no lack of style or substance. Well-endowed ladies should not have to sacrifice style and opt to wear moo-moos and slippers instead of silk minis and stilettos.

Visiting these two boutiques were the cherry on top of an exciting and much needed getaway for my husband and I. Thank you New Orleans for being a friend of mine!!

For more information on either of the businesses featured, find them at:

Head to Toe
816 Decatur St
New Orleans, LA 70116
(504)528-9000

Pop City: A Pop Couture Emporium
940 Decatur St
New Orleans, LA 70116
(504)528-8559

Stay Stylish,
Dean Tipper Diva

New Orleans--Rebirth


Last Tuesday, my husband celebrated his thirtieth birthday. The actual celebration began on Saturday when I threw him a surprise party (it was one of the most difficult things I've even done...whew!). But in the end, he was definitely surprised! I had been telling him that we were going to be taking a little trip, so I decided to give the party a Mardi Gras theme to give him a little hint. I think it was the Rebirth Brass Band's Do Whatcha Wanna that finally helped him realize that we'd be vacationing in New Orleans.
I attended Xavier University of Louisiana, but I've only been back to the city twice since graduating. The last time was in May 2005, right before the city was rocked by Hurricane Katrina. He and I were both anxious and nervous to see what condition the city was in since our last visit. The people of New Orleans hold a special place in my heart, but always have because it was home for several years. Our plan was to have the full tourist experience, we were sure to dine at our favorite restaurants; which include Semolina's and The Quarterview. We really had an awesome time, better than we both expected. But the most sobering moment came when we ventured to the Ninth Ward. I remember the first time I saw the literal death and devastation that filled the streets due to the hurricane. I fell to my knees and screamed because I felt as though the residents (not refugees) of New Orleans we "my" people. They were the children I'd mentored, the teachers and staff at Xavier, and friends. During the entire ordeal, I was glued to the television or computer screen or tuned into the radio waiting to hear any development-any news-any sign of hope. My local church even became a shelter for people who came to Houston with no place to go further intertwining my heart with those of the people of New Orleans. Five years later, houses were still abandoned, roofs still torn off, red X's still stained painted and brick homes. I wonder when those who have returned to the neighborhood look at those homes that read 9-21 (indicating the day that the home was searched), do they remember the lives that once filled the place but received help far too late; nearly a month after the tragedy?
Since returning to Houston, many people have asked me how the city looks or if everything is back to "normal". I would say that the much of the city as recovered, but I do not know if normal is possible. But in the midst of all that I witnessed and felt, I knew that I needed to do something. I needed to let people know that the city of New Orleans is still alive and pulsating with people, culture, music, art, and fashion. I left the Ninth Ward on a mission, a mission to find local boutiques who fill the Crescent City with beauty and unique style.
You will read about two such boutiques in the next story.

Stylishly submitted,
Dean Tipper Diva