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Eve Carson was not just UNC’s student body president. She was a close friend to many and a dearly loved member of the University community. She will be greatly missed. Rest in peace, Eve.


Here’s a little something from one of the best:


“I love fashion, but I think it should stay in its place, not rule your life. It’s a very nice part of your life, but I think it should be fun.”
-Miuccia Prada

Today is Dec. 1. Yes, it is indeed a time for twinkling lights, Christmas carols, good cheer and sunbathing by the pool– wait. What?

I’m having a hard time deciding if it’s relatively amusing or freakishly unsettling that today boasts an almost-60-degree weather forecast. All signs point to the latter. We as mere blog-readers might not have the power to single-handedly reinforce the ozone layer with the point of a finger or twitch of a nose, but there are little steps we can take to do our part in the Green movement.

The inspiration for this post struck me while flipping through my new favorite mag, Nylon. A quick blurb informed readers that everyone’s favorite Internet pioneer, Al Gore, made a personal request to Costume National designer Ennio Capasa, asking him to design a special line of irresistible, limited-edition, purely organic sweaters to benefit the Climate Change Project. But, he probably didn’t use the word “irresistible” when he called up ol’ Ennio. It probably sounded a little more like this:

AG: “Hi there, Ennio, how the heck are ya?”

EC: “Hey, Al. Listen, I told you years ago. I’m not going to back you up on your whole ‘I invented the Internet’ thing, alright? You’ve got to stop calling. Really, I’ve lost three assistants already to your antics.”

AG: “Ennio, wait! Don’t hang up! This isn’t about the Internet! I’ve invented something else and, I’m telling you, E, it’s gonna rock your world. I call it–are you ready? Get this: recycling. I even made up a song! ‘R-E-C-Y-C-L-E: It begins with you and me!’ I invented that!”


Apologies for the pic being a little blurry, but I’m in a room where the wireless isn’t too top-notch. So, I had a hard time accessing a clearer one. The Alternative Apparel t-shirt tip came from from that same sustainable page of Nylon. The mag says that the brand’s “Earth line” products are made from 100% organic materials like recycled plastic bottles and food containers, and that the materials it uses are even washed in a biodegradable rinse. Chic, no?


I don’t know about you, but these shoes just make me happy to look at. They go by the name of Mink Shoes (insert irony here), and they’re just as fun to wear as they are to look at (trust me, I have a pair). These kicks are designed by Rebecca Brough, a former model and stylist. More importantly, she’s a long-time vegan who broke the scene with her designs in the year 2000. Here’s an excerpt from the site:

“Three years of development went into the line. Rebecca assembled materials from sustainable resources such as wood, rubber and cork and adorned them with organic cotton, linen, denim and clever detailing. She designed recyclable packaging with handles to double as a bag and avoid the necessity of plastic.”

Wow. I wish I had the will power to spend three years on something other than growing my hair out. I’m almost at the ideal length, though. Just two or three more inches. I consider it a milestone.


What post would be complete without a little American Apparel action? OK, a lot of them. But I do tend to grace your screen with AmApp’s presence on a regular basis.

This Organic Fine Jersey Pillowcase Dress is made from 100% organic cotton, and it’s quite versatile. It can be worn as a casual summer dress or layered for a comfy fall look. I see skinny jeans and mucho accessories. Mmm, yeah.


1.) Green looks good on everyone.

2.) I accidentally showed up 2 hours early to my shift at work this morning and wrote an obnoxiously long post to kill time.

3.) Al Gore did not invent the Internet.

Good talk.

Remember when ’90s grunge was in? OK I don’t either. Realistically speaking, we were like 10-years-old, which means that we still thought polka-dot spandex and Tevas were a good match. If you would have added a neon scrunchy to the mix, oh boy. That walk to the bus stop might as well have been a lights-flashing-beats-pulsing runway.

Anyway, from what I’ve heard, the oversized, flannel button-ups and baggy jeans were all the rage. And who else to blaze a fashion trail in the 2000s than– drum role, please– Miss Mary Kate Olsen.


I almost wrote, “If only we could all make an ensemble like this look so good.” But, then I changed my mind. Why can’t we all pull this off? Let’s break it down:

Purse: MK’s is probably made by Versace or some other fabulous couture designer. But look in any vintage store and you’re bound to give this bag a run for its money.


Sunglasses: Like always, when all else fails, go Urban. I just bought these last weekend from my Mecca– aka Urban Outfitters– and I assure you, they’re serving me quite well. And I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say I probably spent a LOT less money on these than my girl MK.


Grunge no good? Dress up your MK obsession with this casual-but-still-chic look. I must say, I doubted these scrunch-waisted bottoms when I first got an eye-full of them. But, I’ll be honest with you, GBFers: as soon as I saw Mary Kate in them I changed my tune. Although I fear that if I wore this outfit I’d get a reaction somewhere along the lines of:

Preppy Friend #1: Heyyy, Abbey. What’s going on?

Me: Oh not too much, guys. I’m just on my way to class. What about you?

Preppy Friend #2: We meant with those pants. What’s– uh– what’s goin’ on there. With those pants. What’s goin’, uh. What’s goin’ on.

But, has that ever stopped us before, GBFers? It didn’t stop me with my gladiator sandals, and it won’t stop me now. Oh, you don’t know what gladiator sandals are? Have no fear, MK to the rescue.


As any of my friends and/or acquaintances could tell you, I am a firm believer the power of gladiator sandals. Mine aren’t quite as intense as these. They do look a lot like the ones on the left, but they’re about half as tall, and they’re brown. And they’re not Chanel


Go ahead, hit me with your best shot. I bet I’ve already gotten it. I’ve gotten most of them: Jesus sandals, 300 shoes, “This is Sparta!” etc…

But, please. By all means. That’s what the “comment” feature of the ol’ blog is for.


I just had to add this nice, grunge-tastic pic to the post. Mostly because I tried on an American Apparel cardigan last weekend that looked just like this one, and it was the most heavenly thing I have ever put on my body. Too bad I had already bought out half the store. And, I’ll tell ya, it took all of my strength and you’re-never-going-to-realistically-wear-these convincing abilities to talk myself out of buying a pair of gold metallic leggings.

I think it had something to do with the incredibly charming Am. App. employee. When he saw me reaching for the tri-blend tee he suggested I try on the tri-blend cardigan. And I did. Then he suggested I try on the matching scarf. And I did. Then he suggested I run as fast as I can into oncoming traffic and see how many cars I can dodge while balancing a 5-feet-high stack of valuable china on the end of my nose. And I did. Then he suggested I sell my car, auction off my sister to a lonely, Czechoslovakian hermit and buy him a one-way ticket to Timbuktu.

Let’s just say he was quite charming.

Ah, I remember my high school days. Yes, those were the good ol’ days when I wore short, plaid pleated skirts and casually strewn-about neck ties. I recall so fondly when I had a gossip Site devoted entirely to my group of friends and me. People would send text messages every minute of every day to this anonymous girl who had a sexy, raspy voice so that she could update the high-traffic Site and foster the longing stares of the little people upon my life of fabulous, well-endowed glory.

Good times.

Alright, that wasn’t me (I hope that little rant didn’t forgo my chances of being invited to my high school reunion.)

If you don’t already know, I have just given you a brief synopsis of the new, hit TV show for fall: Gossip Girl.


Omg I know! That’s exactly what I looked like in high school, too! No, I didn’t have god-awful highlights and an awkwardly tall stature. And I didn’t use phrases like, “Omg.” I looked just like Serena van der Woodsen, the fictional, blond bombshell played by Blake Lively.

OK, let’s be honest. I’m just ├╝ber-jealous of her fab-ness. Gawk with me, GBFers. Gawk:


The first time Serena (and I will refer to her by her character’s name because I enjoy living vicariously through her) came on the scene in this schoolgirl-chic ensemble it was love at first sight. It almost makes me wish I went to a high school where we had to wear uniforms. Well, not really, because we probably couldn’t have gotten away with wearing our skirts hiked up with knee-length, gray suede boots. But, if we could, WHEW! Let me tell ya.

But who says we have to forever live in envy now that we’re in college? We could totally pull this off, Carolina. You all know my love for prendiness. There will be no cabs in the Pit to nonchalantly glide into, but we can SO bring this look to campus. Your BF will not notice if you sneak one of his ties. And, hey, if you did go to a school where you had to wear pre-pill-popping-Britney-esque skirts, bust ’em back out! And this time you won’t get shunned and re-baptized if you wear it a touch above the knee.


Mmm hmm. I bet you only eat yogurt. Maybe an occasional raisin if you’re feeling naughty. Skinny bia– wait, did I say that out-loud?


Oh boy oh boy oh boy! I love a girl who can pull off the nautical look so well. The navy- and white- striped top is a surefire way to bring those sailors into port, if you know what I mean– wink wink.

And with the cigarette pants? Per-fec-tion. And you would carry Louis Vuitton luggage, Serena. You would. You’re great. Have I told you that yet? You’re just great.


A warning: don’t look at Blaire. I don’t like her. She’s way too stuck up and does not deserve the friendship of my girl Serena. And she DEF does not deserve Nate. Who’s Nate, you ask? Oh, we’ll get to him in a minute.

But, look at the AWESOME red and white Ray-Ban shades on her posse! I love love love these. Alright, so my lover Bob Dylan probably had no idea that Upper East Side-ers would be rockin’ his trend-setting ways in ’07, but isn’t that one of the best parts about fashion? What goes around comes around…


This–boys and girls– is Nate. I love a man in an all-black suit. Nothing is more eye-catching and jaw-dropping than an image like that. Its perfect shape creates a sexy silhouette that looks bangin’ on almost any guy. My date to the senior prom wore an all-black suit with a bright green tie, because my dress was bright green (obV). I’d put up a pic, but we’ve had enough reminiscence for one post.

Ah, I can just hear Nate now:

“Wow, look at Abbey’s blog. It’s so witty… so informative… so fabulous. And the name, ‘The Good, The Bad and The Fab.’ It’s perfect. She’s perfect. Maybe if I read GBF enough and comment on her fantastic fashion sense, she’ll go out with me. I sure hope so. She keeps ignoring my phone calls, so this might be my last hope. She must be out with dozens of guys even foxier than me. Oh, how it pains me to think like that–Siiiigh.”


Alright, so you can’t really see Dan’s outfit–um–at all. But he’s just so cute. So Seth Cohen. I just had to give him props. If I had a scrumptious Dan-man relentlessly stalking me for three years, it would not take me until the moment that I clumsily spilled my purse in a hotel lobby to notice. That was your one mistake, Serena.

I’m beginning to regret this confession of love for Gossip Girl. I better stop before this gets out of hand.


Yoori doesn’t go to UNC (she’s a fashion student in Cali, isn’t it obV?), but isn’t she great? In the opinion of a close friend and follower of GBF, Yoori’s style is very similar to mine. (Not to say that my style is “great,” but…well… let’s just say it’s workin’ for me so far.)

Anyway, what’s not to love about this outfit? This chick-a-dee’s vintage-style tee is by an up-and-coming designer, Beatrix (yes, I’m aware that the site is under construction.) Word on the street is that Yoori’s friends with them– and that it’s awesome.


But, what I love most about this outfit is the blingin’ sequin vest. Yoori’s is from Forever 21, which is a perfectly acceptable and cheaper version of the I-want-you-so-badly-I-would-consider-giving-up-my-first-born-child-for-you Kimchi & Blue vest from Urban Outfitters.

Alright, so, Yoori, just go ahead and send me that vest in the mail. I’ll F-book you my address. I would give it to you on here, but you know how those crazed GBF fans can get. They’re groupies, I tell you. Groupies.


Mischa, you have truly outdone yourself this time.

If you haven’t already seen it, these are a couple of pics from this month’s issue of TeenVogue. And if you didn’t catch the Queen reference, shame on you. Mischa is the epitome of Bohemian CHIC, as the mag explains, in this spread. There is a very fine line between “dirty hippie” and the boho look, and Mischa’s headband creates a perfect balance.

I have one of those sweet headbands, but mine is a little thicker and shinier. And I’m also not Mischa Barton, so sometimes people make fun of mine. It probably doesn’t help my cause that I dressed up as Cleopatra last Halloween and wore a headband that bore a striking resemblence to the American Apparel one I wear for real. Typical convo:

Preppy Friend #1: “Hey, Abbey, Halloween ended like a year ago.”

Me: “Oh, did it really? Then why are you still wearing your country club soccer mom ensemble?”

I kid I kid. Much love to Lacoste. And I wish I was that witty in person. But, alas, only via blog. ‘Tis a shame.


I had a hat like that when I was like 8. Except mine had this huge, denim flower on it. And I left it in a movie theater once and I was traumatized. So, if you ever find one like it, hollachagirl.

And if it will make me look like Mischa Barton, you get maaaad bonus points.

Kathryn’s overalls wouldn’t be half as awesome if it wasn’t for her sure-take-a-picture-of-me-if-you-want-to attitude. I’m pretty sure I want to be her when I grow up.

These black, wingtip shoes are the perfect addition to her borrowed-from-the-boys look.

The casual, ripped t-shirt is the perfect counterpart for her cutoffs. Even her earrings are perfect, adding a feminine touch to this nonconventional ensemble.

Salem (how great is that name?) said she got these ballin’ overalls at a market in France. I love how confidently she wore these, rolled up and all. Hey, it was hot that day.

… and look at that great little coinpurse. Totally goes with her foreign flare.