When you're on a holiday
You can’t find the words to say
All the things that come to you
And I wanna feel it too
On an island in the sun
We’ll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain
We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore...
-Weezer on our new coral prints for Spring/Summer 2018
When a destination photo shoot comes a-knockin', ya answer. Rummage through your storage, pull out those Bean boots that highlight your calves just so, and charter the closest moose. Portland, Maine is the obvious choice when you’ve got to shoot the Fall/Winter 2018 Collection featuring a gourmet market story. With a Köppen climate, ample artisanal grocery stores, and the return of one of our top models, Shakara Pittman, you can’t possibly go wrong…Right?
Okay, ladies, we all know “wellness” isn’t just about barre-lates-crank-core-blast-regimen-detox. Wellness can include binge-watching West World while you knit a shawl or bake a fabulous, tomato cheddar pie. Wellness can even be as simple as showering regularly or getting the mail from the mailbox. Wellness is also going for a long run, cranking strong female vocalists, and generating so many endorphins your soul briefly leaves your body and flies to heaven. Regardless of flying logistics, we at SCOUT HQ want to give you a vehicle that transports your wellness tools wherever life takes you. So, sit back in child’s pose, crack open an ice cold kombucha, and inhale SCOUT’s latest What’s in the Bag: the Fit Kit (you're welcome for the sneak peak of Fall 2018 patterns).
Time to wake up and smell the wet, hot garbage. Summer is coming in hotsy totsy, Washington. So, gird your face wipes, baby powder, and Evian spray, because it's about to get real hot and sticky up in the Swamp. If you’re an average gal who starts dumping sweat the moment the temperature breaks 60 degrees, like me, then you’re also plagued with the looming anxiety of staying relatively “fresh” over the course of the next 4 months...
In February, the runways of Paris Fashion Week gave a preview of what designers have on the docket for Fall/Winter ‘18. Gucci, for example, held their Fall ‘18 runway show on a set designed to look like an operating room with models casually carrying baby dragons and lifelike replicas of their heads. The invitations were hermetically sealed bags with digital timers inside, ominously counting down to showtime. The whole thing was very Game of Thrones meets Nip/Tuck and leaves us wondering what the heck we’re going to be wearing come fall...
My charts are telling me today calls for some serious realness. Therefore, I would be remiss if I didn’t provide some 3-pm-on-the-Friday-and-hangin’-by-thread inspiration. So, let’s get it. As brash, crass, and first-class, New Orleans-based artist, Ashley Longshore, says, “Don’t ever save anything for a ‘special occasion.’ Being alive is the special occasion.” Sometimes we need a hero to order a round of reality shots to get the party started. Today, I’m that hero. I guess, technically, Deb is really the hero. So, I’m basically the person at a party who overhears a real, heater of a joke and repeats it later to a group of innocent guests hanging out in the kitchen. Then the people of the kitchen hail me as the funniest girl they’ve ever met. I accept the crown, and the glory, and the fame. But, alas, I am not the rightful heir. But everyone deserves a seat on the throne, a chance to abandon their station as the jester, even if only for a moment. Life’s a party and when you roll with us, you’re always VIP. Now, let the revelry commence!
Model, actress, producer, and inspiration, Tyra Banks, once asked, “Wanna be on top???” So, my mom refused to let me watch America’s Next Top Model. She was horrified after watching an episode where one of the models didn’t know how to pronounce ‘chartreuse’ while reading from a teleprompter during a fashion forecasting challenge. From then on, she only allowed me to read books about women, like, Amelia Earhart, Marion Anderson, and Anne Sullivan. This way, my brain wouldn’t rot from watching aspiring models weep as a stylist chopped off their long, yellow hair, and dye it a shade that can best be described as, “rusty.” I think she pretty much hid the channel changer, so we’d be trapped in channel 8 (PBS) purgatory. Anyway, the answer is: yes. I do “wanna be on top.” Unfortunately, I am too elderly to enter the competition, as I am 26. Fortunately, I work with ~real~ models who know how to pronounce the names of colors. Their level of hair meltdowns is on a scale of zero to “there are a hundred pounds of dry shampoo on my head.” They are smart. They are fierce. And, they are willing to share the behind the scenes goss from their recent shoot in Park City, Utah.
I hear the drums echoing tonight. But, she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation. She's coming in, 12:30 flight. The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation. I stopped an old man along the way. Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies. He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you..." It's gonna take a lot to take me away from YOU. There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever DO. I bless the rains down in AFRICA.Gonna take some time to do the things we never had…