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Officially, I am at work.

Unofficially, I am spending the morning looking for new street fashion blogs in different cities. Lately, our link list has been looking a little lackluster, but hopefully these will cheer it (and you) up. Here are some of my favorites:

Hooks n Pegs (Winnipeg)
Street Fashion Copenhagen
Istanbul Street Style
Reykjavik Looks
Warsaw Streets
Street Fancy (San Francisco)

More to come later.
-Cait

And you thought you were cool:

You know when the main act hasn't shown up yet and that poor shmuck gets sent on stage to distract the audience? I'm that shmuck, and I'm stalling. S.L.C. Pomp has a pile of photos waiting to be processed and posted, but dillapidated internet connections have caused a delay. Here, read this:

You won't be seeing me around Salt Lake City for a month and a half or so; I've returned to Los Angeles and the collegiate life. Meanwhile, Frances and our newly acquired Freelance Correspondent, Marcela, have been dashing from fashion spot to fashion spot finding all of you. Today they are in Park City for the end of Sundance. Frances and I have also been swapping fashion trends via phone calls and this thing called text messaging, which I still find mind-boggling.

We have both found new fashion icons from old movies recently. Hers come from a documentary called Grey Gardens (see photo above), ostensibly about Jackie O's aunt and first cousin and their decrepit mansion, but actually a goldmine for clothing trends.

I, in turn, have become addicted to Diane Keaton, particularly after watching Woody Allen's Play It Again, Sam. I appreciate the recent exploding fascination with Edie Sedgwick and the mod scene, but I adore turtleneck dresses, floor-length skirts and high-waisted plaid pants. While post-Annie Hall Keatonism has yet to make a comeback, I'm willing to bet it will soon. It's inevitable.

I hope this was a viable distraction. I don't think anyone threw tomatoes at his/her computer screen. If you did, it must really, really suck to be you right now.

xo

Cait

Storms, Vacations, and S.L.C. Pomp

Dear readers and cohorts,
Cait here. Local readers know all about the enormous storm that graced us with its presence today. Needless to say, we stayed indoors and hope that most of the Fashionables did the same.

Tomorrow morning at an ungodly hour, I will be boarding a flight to Dallas, Texas for a weekend trip. Frances, meanwhile, will be out on her own chasing people down to add to our collection. Be nice to her if she asks to photograph you. It's lonely in the big city.

I plan on bringing some photos back with me to satisfy any curiosity--afterall, all people do in Dallas is shop right?--and Frances will post new S.L.C. goodies. We're trying to get something posted on a daily basis so keep checking in daily and we'll be your best friends.

See you Monday.

xo (as always)
Cait

A brief (photoless) update

Dear S.LC. Pomp Reader,

Frances and I would like to take a moment to update you on our progress. This site has been up for 7 days. We're a little dumfounded by the short time span. In one week, we've managed to average 27 visitors per day, hitting a record of 22 different visits in an hour this weekend. We've had visitors from all over the state, San Antonio, New York City, Portland, and Illinois. Not to mention a couple of people from France and Germany.

In our opinion, that isn't bad at all.

Frances and I traversed Salt Lake City yesterday to find some new photos and, despite a slow day of walking traffic, will be updating tonight or tomorrow morning. Some of you have complained about no new updates. Noted. We're planning on spending as much time as possible this week roaming with camera and notepad in hand.

I'd also like to take this opportunity to thank each person who has allowed us to invade his/her daily life, answered our questions of "Where's [fill in the article of clothing] from?" and "Where do you shop in Utah?", and posed for photos without the opportunity to primp or prepare. You all look adorable.

Keep checking back. We're enjoying your interest almost as much as we enjoy taking these photos.

xo
Cait

A cold, hazy S.L.C.

Location: Outside of The Bakery.

Kit

Sheared Lamb Hat: Ebay.
Beaded Cardigan: A gift from family friend/artist.
Brown Flannel Shirt: Squaresville Vintage in LA.
White Shirt: Hanes Men's V-Neck.
Coral, Fishhook, and Gold Necklace: I made it.
Skinny leg jeans: Behnaz Sarafpour for Target.
Ankle Moccasins: Minnetonka.
Quote: "My parents' crazy friend dyed the sweater orange. She put vaseline on all of the beads to keep them from staining, then carefully wiped it off. And then she gave it away on a whim."

Holly
Russian Faux Fur Hat: My mom.
Scarf: Burberry, found at ski resort.
Jacket: Final Touch from local boutique, Koo De Ker
Black Sweater: Vintage Saks 5th Avenue.
Peg Leg Jeans: "Express!"
Orange Turtle Print Socks: Nordstrom.
Brown and White Leather Spectators: Also, my mom's.
Quote: "My mother has been trying to replace the sweater for years because it's full of holes. None of the new ones seem to do the job."

The 1st Entry

Welcome to S.L.C. Pomp, a street style blog based in Utah. In our recent travels (Caitlin now attends college in Los Angeles while Frances has spent time in Los Angeles, Chicago, New York City, and Las Vegas for different reasons in the past year) we've noticed an air of mystery surrounding our little hometown. We're asked if we're Mormon. We're asked if we've ever seen a polygamist. Sometimes, we'll get something more original like:

"Do you go to the Sundance Film Festival?"

No one ever asks us about the music or fashion scene. Well, we have both. We also have a broad base of bicycle-riding, downtown-walking 20somethings. We intend to fill this blog with photos of them.

Yes, there are Mormons. Missionaries, sisters, bishops. Contrary to popular belief, they have particularized fashion as well. As we break down what people are wearing, you might note "The DI" in several of the lists. The abbreviation refers to a chain thrift store, Deseret Industries, run by the Church of Latter Day Saints. Groups of female missionaries from all over the world bring unique fashion perspective to Temple Square. Sometimes, the only thing that distinguishes a hipster boy in a tweed suit and converses from Elder Smith is one small, black name tag with a Temple imprint.

This is Salt Lake City. Not New York, Milan, or Tokyo. This city represents a fashion divide on every downtown street between religion, style, and scene. Welcome.