Single in L.A.

These days jeans are alleged to be the one wardrobe essential must-have. I’m of the humble opinion that people use jeans a little TOO much – more like a crutch than a staple. Even so, I love a great fitting jean. That’s the key: the fit!

Popular brands like Seven For All Mankind , Paige Denim and True Religion are great, but not for everyone. I, personally, am quite curvy, Rubenesque if you will. So Seven jeans stopped accentuating my positives a while ago. But then I found JAMES JEANS! All caps because I want to scream it from the peaks of every mountain.

L.A. clothing designer Seun Lim created James Jeans slimming by eschewing trendy top stitching and concentrating on the manipulation of subtle details to present a leaner, meaner silhouette. All styles feature designer Seun Lim’s signature slash-corner pockets and strategic fading that lengthen the leg, lift the butt, and make you look slimmer and trimmer in comfort.

What does that mean for you? Those jeans fit near PERFECTLY and a perfect fit is haute. They’re pricey – but when you consider the quality and that they will stay true to the way you bought them: you get what you pay for. Cheap jeans may be cute for a night, but wash em once – and they’re dead. Learn from my mistakes and invest in your style!

A couple of weeks ago I purchased the below style and <3 them.

Some celebs that swear by James Jeans also are: Jennifer Lopez, Brittany Murphy and Jessica Simpson (2 out of 3 are known to have mucho curve factor)

Added bonus: T400 technology. If you don’t know about it – read up on it. In a nutshell it’s the answer to providing stretch without sacrificing quality and design!

A few more styles featuring T400 that are pretty haute!

***next on my haute purchases list***

This morning I rose and realized something. I started this blog nearly a year ago. Since then I’ve had many hopes for directions that it could go. The possibilities are really infinite – if only the past year of my REAL LIFE had allowed for that. There’s no time like the present.

For the remainder of this month I’ll be introducing new features on Single in L.A. All I need from you is feedback. Like it? Hate it? Can’t live without it? Tell me by leaving a comment or contacting me.

Over the course of this year I’ve received a lot of questions about who I am: What do you look like? Will you post pictures of yourself? Blah. Blah. Blah. Well guess what??? Surprise! I won’t be posting any pictures of myself. Sorry to disappoint

Single in L.A. is about a girl’s life in Los Angles, what she does with her friends, where they go, their misadventures, trying to build a career and possibly finding love while doing so. Really, I’ve discovered that my tales are simply the tales of many an L.A. girl – with a Haute twist. So posting a gaggle of my personal pictures would oversimplify the point. The Joie de Vivre would be missing.

Fret not mon amis. This past weekend I caught up on The Rachel Zoe Project. Now, previous to watching this marathon I kind of couldn’t stand Rachel Zoe – but I clearly had the wrong impression. That woman KNOWS her fashion and really has such a clearly defined style aesthetic – who can hate on that? Not me. In one of the episodes she said something that really resonated for me: Your style is how you introduce yourself to the world – without ever saying a word. Aha!

So, tomorrow I’ll introduce a new feature to Single in L.A.: The Haute Factor. It’ll feature fashions, of course, that I either recently purchased, want to purchase, am fantasizing about or that I’ve simply had enough of and wish to see banished to the ends of the Earth.

Either way – I’m listening to your comments, questions and requests. The Haute Factor is just one answer – stay tune!

Yesterday I revealed that I’d be taking the month of April as a “Social Hiatus” here on the blog. I need that time to write more (both blogging and for screen), organize my life and just REST. I even put it in my status on Facebook - my friends are none too happy. But as soon I hit submit…

It would appear that I told a little white lie. Not intentionally, of course. A really close friend of mine will be deploying to Afghanistan on Thursday morning.  And tonight we’ll be at Rush Street bidding her “see you later” (I wouldn’t dare say f**ewell)

This will be her 3rd dessert tour. The last time she was in Iraq for nine months I was SICK the entire time (I have problems with anxiety). So I’d say the Social Hiatus will have to wait until April 2nd. I mean, she’s going to fight for our country in 120 degree weather for goodness sakes! Forgive me?

My apologies are in order. I’ve neglected this blog, once again. It’s totally not for a lack of loving the blog. How could I not? And my readers – love you guys.But work is getting in the way of everything these days and I’ve found little time for writing. I am literally CHAINED to the desk these days. Don’t believe me?

I don’t want to complain though. Plenty of people WISH they were busy working. It is a recession after all.Have no fear though! I’ve decided that April is Social Hiatus Month. My daily schedule normally entails go to work, head to happy hour, stay long past happy hour, go home. Go to work, go to a meeting, meet friends for dinner, go home. Wash and repeat.

April is a month for rise and go to the gym, go to work, go home and write. Rise – go to the gym, go to work… You catch my drift?Basically, I realized that I’ve been doing myself a great injustice. I mean, I love my daytime gig at the Big Studio, but it does nothing in the way of my larger picture (writing and producing).

So, April is a month that I say time out to my friends and extra-curricular activities and just focus on me, my writing and, yes, this blog.Daily posting in April – Stay tuned (and if I don’t, you can totally hold me accountable).

I’m in mourning. Yesterday I suffered a loss…a grave loss, indeed. My dear, sweet, (not so dependable) cell phone tried to fight the good fight, but just couldn’t go on any more.

Months ago I asked for your opinions on whether I should go the way of the iPhone or the Blackberry Bold. I thought I’d made a decision, but I lied. I just couldn’t do it! Should I join the cult of iPhonies that feel compelled to hold their phones at all times? Or do I return to the ever so “serious” cult of Blackberries Anonymous?

The decision is really twofold. You see, along with switching carriers, I’m also going to start paying my OWN mobile bill. For the first time – EVER!

I told you I was a baby!

Saturday I spent some time with someone I trust wholeheartedly. Someone who used to think that all of the hubbub over Qwerty, 3G, RIM and touchscreens was little more than malarkey. Until a few weeks ago she was fine with having (sharp inhalation) a “normal” cell phone that did little more than….PLACE CALLS!

She felt that way until she found her new “love” – the iPhone. Well if SHE could fall in love and throw caution to the Blackberry Pearl-8900-8320-Bold wind, then so could I.

And the recent death of my T-Mobile brand smartphone has essentially backed me into a decision making corner. iPhone it is.

There’s one problem that I’ve had when testing out the iPhone. The one thing that made it innovative and great is the one thing that gives me an ever so slight bit of angst. That darn touchscreen. To the panel I’m known as Textasaurus Rex. No really, they nicknamed me that. And though I tend to balk when called that, I definitely earned the name. I’m a true multi-tasker. I can do happy hour, set up a date, plan a party, e-mail my boss and land a new freelance gig all at once.

Hi. My name is Haute and I’m a textaholic. Given that fact, I have the WORST time shooting out texts at rapid speeds on that touchscreen! Many an iPhone follower has complained to me about this very thing. And I’m not sure if they’ve just gotten used to it being difficult and inserting incorrect characters or if all complications subsided once they got the hang of it.

iPhone-ers, what say you? Are you still mistakenly typing “loads of ‘gun’” when you actually meant “loads of ‘fun’?” help me through this difficult transition.

*Please espectfully observe the loss of my phone and help me through my Qwerty withdrawal by having a moment of silence.*

That’s what I’ve been hearing anyway – from men!

Years ago (like 10 years ago) I had a friend that thought she was super hot. No one looked better. No one dressed better. In her book no one was better. Whether or not her opinion of herself was accurate…different story.

Anyway, this friend couldn’t get a boyfriend to save her life and she wondered why. So we’re watching Jenny Jones (yes, THAT Jenny Jones and the blurb at the end of the show calls for “women that are too hot to get a date.” Former Friend thought this a grand idea!

Back then, I scoffed. But conversations I’ve had as of late make me think there may be something there. A good male friend of mine told me recently that I’m probably single because I’m unapproachable. Me? No, that can’t be it. Smile at men when I see them? Check. Dance with strange men at parties when asked? Semi-check. Look presentable each and every time I leave the house even on a quick run to Trader Joe’s? CHECK! I AM very approachable.

That’s not what he meant. His theory is that I’m too “dolled up” on a regular basis for any man to think of me as attainable. Therefore said man would look and think, “oh she’s pretty” but opt to keep walking because his next thought would be “a little too pretty.” Huh? Too pretty?

About a week after that conversation I was talking to my best friend and she was given the SAME speech by a GGG (good guy friend) in the Midwest. He went as far as to say that he was more likely to approach a woman wearing Juicy sweats with her hair pulled back in a bun than a woman strutting the streets looking runway ready.

Why, then, do you guys ogle the likes of Beyonce, she asked. Easy: that’s a fantasy - in real life (according to him) we don’t want a fantasy. Not for the long haul. “But I guarantee the day that Jay realized that Bey was the one was the same day she donned a clean face, a tank and flip flops.”