chalk it up to a new start.

Flaxen Tawny pop-up shop in Connecticut November 24th, 2012. Invites to follow…


summer’s slipping away…

..and once again we will encounter what is possibly our favorite fashion season of all… FALL.

these are some fall inspired images of a couple of shoots we did with the fantabulous Will Haddad this summer that we wanted to share and somehow never got around to it until now.. enjoy these beauties;)

Hair, Makeup, Styling by FlaxenTawny

Photography by Will Haddad

Feather Jewelry by Oscen Designs

All other Jewelry from Fashionmongers

plus que l’amour…

Let’s face it. There is just something about the French. The french fashion, french kiss, french press, french toast, french fries… all awesome. We american/english seem to have a sweet infatuation with them, sort of a love/hate thing… much more than a weekend fling, it’s that long-term on-again off-again romance that is so far from stable or logical but will never leave you be. So naturally, when one thinks of finding the most romantic place on earth, we are pretty sure that France is going to make it to the top-5 list. I mean, really, what place is more romantic than the south of France??

We stole these gorgeous photos from a friend who recently spent her honeymoon in this fabulously beautiful country. enjoy!

dress: Milly

bag: Michael Kors

hat: Flora Bella

location: St. Paul, France

dress: Karen Millen

headscarf: Oscar de la Renta

sunglasses: H&M

bag: Micheal Kors

shoes: Isaac Mizrahi

location: Antibes, France

dress: Suzanna Monaco

bag: Red Fish Designs

sunglasses: H&M

earrings: Forever 21

location: Monte Carlo, Monaco

romper: L Space

sunglasses: H&M

location: St. Saturnin, France

Il n’y a aucun remede pour l’amour mais pour aimer plus.


model: Leah Fiedorowicz

all photos taken by her husband: Jason Ward

bastille day, brooklyn style.


Bastille Day, France

Sunday marked Smith Street’s annual Bastille Day celebration where hundreds flock to the french “quadrant” of the borough of Brooklyn to play petanque and eat and drink in celebration of France’s independence, something that relates to hardly any of us 😉

Irregardless, it was a true “Sunday Funday!” and a blast, filled with interesting people and of course fashion…                         on her: sunglasses by Michael Kors, skort jumper by Top Shop, earrings by a Soho street merchant, ring from Mongo BK

on him: Frenchie by McFrencherstein

Night was a wonderful time in Brooklyn in the 1930’s. Air conditioning was unknown except in movie houses, and so was television. There was nothing to keep one in the house. Furthermore, few people owned automobiles, so there was nothing to carry one away. That left the streets and the stoops. The very fullness served as an inhibition to crime.

Issac Asimov

industry is a better horse to ride than genius: long island city edition

Shirt - Nordstrom, Skirt- Zara, Linen Satchel- Callalilai (BK), Sandals- ASH (purchased at Lord & Taylor), Ring- Maleeka (BK)

Ok. So you work in a scary industrial area where your competition for “best dressed” is the rastafarian pot smoker you see on your daily trip to seven eleven to scoop your slurpee. But you still want to feel good and put on some clothing that will make your day a little less mechanized…and your new favorite ring.

Shop Maleeka on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn for all One of a Kind crafted pieces

Beat em. Don’t ever join em. 😉

making the band.

When it comes to marriage and weddings, each individual has different ideas about what they want out of it. Whether it be a small ceremony or a large gathering; a buffet or sit down dinner; traditional wedding vows or personally written ones; cocktail attire or casual…you get the gist.

But most people have one thing in common when it comes to marriage being on the mind…the wedding bands. Something you wear everyday to remind you of your partner in crime; your ball and chain; your love bunny deluxe sundae. And we believe David Lee Holland captures this all in his Thistlebrush Bands. They can be worn stacked, singular, on top or bottom of your engagement ring, or on a man or woman and can come in yellow, white, rose, or black gold with or without diamonds or gemstones.

What we love about David’s creations is the inspiration behind it. Each piece made in 18K gold is dedicated to the flora of the planet. So natural, just like the love in our hearts. Effortless and simple beauty.

And even better, David is an amazing person, friend, and soul-mate. Just ask those closest to him 😉

Visit David’s work at We promise that  you too will be inspired not only by your love, but by the love he creates in each piece he makes.

whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Bronte

feeling saint valentine.

You may not be able to be with your honey on this so called ‘day of love’…

…but you can channel him through a romantic floral print shirt by lush, one of his australian surf necklaces, or even just a bright red lipstick(revlon’s just bitten lip stain in flame).

As Flaxen Tawny has always said, we feel how we look- so if you want to feel love, wear it.

where there’s a Will, there’s a way.

January 29th 2011

6:18 a.m.

I awake to my 16 month old kicking me in the side. She is sleeping in my bed because she is apparently teething… again… or she has finally outgrown her pack and play… or I am just a sucker when her dad isn’t around and she knows it. And at 1:30 in the morning she cried until I caved and brought her into bed with me. 6:18, eugh, I can sleep for another 12 minutes. I close my eyes.

6:58 a.m.

Open my eyes. Crap. I’m late. Of course. I jump in the shower, pack up the car, pass off the babe to my big sis and hit the road en route to new york. Half way down route 4 in Burlington, Connecticut, I realize I don’t even know where I’m going. Foreshadowing the day to come?? Yikes, I hope not.

5:12, 5:43, 6:07, 6:34, 6:59 all a.m.

Overtired yet anxious, I didn’t sleep a minute last night. I was so pumped that we finally all had our schedules in line and were able to shoot with Will who we met with way back in September. I got up and walked across the street to Le Petit cafe for a french vanilla coffee. Always aids in my start of my day. I glance at my phone. Jenn texting me she needs hairspray. Then calls to say she doesn’t know where she’s going. And I am the planner in this relationship? OooFF. That’s not saying much.

10:01 a.m.

I call for a car service. Jenn’s in traffic. Four heavy bags filled with makeup, wardrobe styling equipment, my jewelry making materials and of course my MacPro, I hop in the car and meet the lovely Saleh, my Egyptian cab driver convincing me to never leave NY because ‘people like you and me would be bored elsewhere.’ I’m glad he knows me so well;) After an hour together, our life stories told amongst friendly conversation, Saleh charged me 10 bucks less then the quoted price and said he would do the same in the future. Sweet. I guess not every man in NY sucks after all.

10:45 a.m.

Finally making it through the traffic that was apparently created by pothole repairing on the middle of a saturday morning(I guess there really isn’t ever a good time to do road work in new york), I pull off of the west side highway into… snow. Wow, I mean, it just completely slipped my mind the fact that they had just gotten another good dumping of this crap and that their snow removing faculties are not even remotely close to what I have become accustomed to in Quebec. It was a disaster. And I was driving in it. Which also meant I needed to find parking in it. Which was seemingly impossible because each spot that was unoccupied by a vehicle was indeed occupied by a large pile of snow. Sweeeeeetttt…. this ought to be a fabulous day. I call Dana to forewarn that I may be late, and she informs that she is now in traffic as well. Oh New York, how I’ve missed thee.

10:52 a.m.

I continue winding my way around the west village looking for parking as well as the actual location I am supposed to be going to. I have the address and the cross streets but am still not completely certain where this is. I take a left, and then a right.. I’m sure I am almost there. I turn right onto Charles Street to find myself behind a yellow cab who is behind a car who is behind a car who is not moving. The cab driver is standing outside of his car looking over at whatever is happening(or not happening). I am seriously losing all hope at this point. Knowing this city I could be sitting here for an easy 45 minutes. I look in my rear-view. I see nothing. So I do what any new york driver learns to do if they want to get anywhere in this city: I put it in reverse all the way back to 7th avenue… and I keep moving. I smiled and thought to myself, ‘I think this day might not end up so bad after all…’

I took my next right and headed back into the village to find my destination street two blocks ahead of me. As I passed the following street I found a parking place, who was indeed snowed-in, but welcoming enough to accommodate me. I took it. I checked for a firehydrant, a no parking sign, any warning of a possible towing situation, but the snow banks and garbage were piled so high that even if there were something beneath it all, even the city of new york would have no idea. So I unpacked my bags and began walking toward washington. I turned right, and began checking addresses. I was only a block away. I walked up to the studio’s doors and walked in at exactly 11:01 am. It’s truly amazing how luck can just pull a complete 180 when it feels like it.

11:08 a.m.

Shoot time was 11:00. I gave myself an hour from Brooklyn to get to Meatpacking which is close to downtown and normally a 15 minute cab ride away. 8 minutes late and I’m never late. I arrive at a very cool building which is clearly the studio and enter the doors like a whirling dervish, bags hooked on every elbow, shoulder, and wrist and see Jenn at the top of the staircase. Success!

Luck had indeed turned around for the two of us. And now, we have the pics to prove it. The concept: Light and Airy. Goddess-like garden party. Romantic Paris.


Thank you Will… we had an awesome day and are looking forward to the next shoot…



model: Aline Zanella

photos by Will Haddad

Hair, Makeup, and Styling by Flaxen Tawny