'Beauty' and the style beat
Personally, I’ve never really been one for nostalgia. I just think it’s too much work. Also, my pre-college life was essentially an 18-year-long awkward phase—something I was never that fond of having documented. Since graduation, I’ve made progress, embracing the concert pin and the diner matchbook as mementos I may someday put to good use. I may die alone—if my recent romantic excursions are any indication of what is to come—but at least I’ll have a shoebox full of movie ticket stubs to keep me company while I grow old.
Something both momentous and more useful I'm planning on acquiring is a t-shirt from the Beauty Bar Collection—set to launch May 4th online—available at De La Barracuda on Melrose. If I could count rhe number of times I've stumbled home from a night out at the original Beauty Bar—located on 14th St. in New York City—then, well, it wouldn't be as fun of a place as it is. I've yet to experience the joy that is Beauty Bar in Los Angeles, so I'm hoping that it lives up to its East Coast predecessor. At the very least I know I'll be going home with a t-shirt, if not a lapse in better judgement that has both a first and a last name.
—Marcos Luevanos