Coolest girl at camp, hands down.

Who or what inspires your style? Many of us use celebrities (like Willa Holland) or movie characters (like Elvira Hancock) as style inspiration, even though, most of the time, they are being dressed from head to toe by the best stylists. Which we don’t have. And sometimes it’s damn near impossible to work their Hollywood looks into our not-so-Hollywood lives. I’ve made it my mission to tap into the mind of a fashion stylist and show you how to take your style inspiration – whatever it may be – and make it more you!

Many know her as the one-name, Blondie. As I was growing up, I knew her as the one other woman my dad probably loved besides my ma. But was Paola (my mother’s 2nd name after “Mom”) ever jealous?  Hells to the nah.  She idolized her too!  Debbie Harry has been turning heads since our parents were our age (before the days of Ke$ha-style auto tune and daily Facebook creepage).  How could she not with her voice “like buttah,” cheekbones that could command foreign nations, and especially her iconic style that would make single men drool and married men hide their wedding rings in their pockets?

Oh, in case you weren’t already aware, Debbie Harry was the lead singer of the band Blondie in the late ’70s/early ’80s era of glam-punk persuasion.  She set the bar for those who wanted to add some glam to their rebelliousness, or some edge to their sweetness.  Although it’s been said that Debbie Harry prefers to NOT be referred to as a style icon (how humble), whether she likes it or not, people want to emulate her signature look. Read More »

Lead singers in rock bands always tend to be the “hot ones.” The one the chicks salivate over, throw dirty bras on stage for, and reserve their eggs for, specifically for some drunken-groupie evening in the back of a stuffy, smoke filled tour bus.

Lead singers scribble their names on pieces of flesh, deflower virgins, and tally threesomes on the frets of their guitars.

For the lead singer, it’s a pretty sweet life (minus the heightened risk of a flaming case of herpes).

Now, do the same rules apply when you’re a chick lead? Do men send flowers, or throw baseball caps on stage? Do they wave their balls around for women to sign with a Sharpie?! Or is it just women that act that ridiculous?

It seems to me that female fronted bands would be intimidating, since any chick who can hang with the likes of Aerosmith, Guns ‘n Roses, and current crazies like Panic at the Disco and all of those, “boy bands with thicker eyeliner than me” type groups would have to be: bad ass.

I feel it’s time to salute the women who can “hang”, who have possibly signed a scrote (or two), who have rocked the mic, and who have been “hot lead singers”. Even if we don’t give them the appropriate title, it is necessary we give them an “ode”:

Female Lead Bad Asses: Read More »