Do you know the L-No? Chances are you’ve seen her teenie bikinis in the pages of Vogue, Victoria’s Secret, and Sport Illustrated. But now you can finally call one of her famous suits your own. Still skimpy, but now a bit more surfy, Lisa Lazano’s 2008 line is all about the tease. Featuring a contrasting mix of polka dots, ruffles, stripes and belts, these bathing beauties are the fastest way to get that lifeguard’s attention–unless you want to fake a thigh cramp that is.Thank you for visiting the Swell blog. Visit us on www.facebook.com/swell for more exclusive fan offers, giveaways and more.
Archive for the ‘STYLE’ Category
Who knew clowns, magicians and Nanna had so much style? Colorful scarves in vibrant patterns and prints have come away as the do-or-die accessory for summer. And trend reports claim there’s no slowing them down for fall either. Could the neckerchief go the way of mainstay as did leggings and flats? Signs point to yes! And TG for that because there’s no better means to draw attention up and away from those awful tan lines gladiator sandals are causing. Click here to see the scarves our customers are clammering for.
The always ostentatious Fergie was recently spotted at LAX rocking Hurley’s tie-dye Shibuya top. True to form, her lady lumps were looking lovely. Click here to buy it now!
As part of our never ending quest to continuously bring you the best and brightest, may we proudly introduce: Factor 54. Keeping a steady eye on servicing the needs of “unchained youth,” F54 has come up from the underground with standout graphics and styles that link the streets to action sports lifestyles. See if you can get what they’re saying:
“Out of the abyss and into the fire, with all the fury of a hundred aped up saber-toothed cobras behind the wheel of a nitro-fueled fire chicken on a death race to nowhere, comes Factor 54. A doomsday chariot piloted by freaks and zombies with a penchant for not-so-niceties and the ability to blow your mind like a flame-kissed powder keg floating in a sea of gasoline. Pungent belches of neon and the searing spew of huh-whatness pepper the minds eye of today’s unchained youth and quell the conformity in the hunt for individuality. Like the green, sea-legged ewe trying to free itself from the hypnotic stranglehold gaze of the viper wolf, it’s resistance is futile, save for the secret weapon: the poisoned tip halftone honey-dipped brain arrows of “breath of fresh air”edness. Our frope cloaks are the stocked quiver that’ll make any sucker shiver.”