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Coveteur - Wedding Dresses for the Vintage Obsessed

LA's Most Stylish Store Owners

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"Fashion's social media superstars may be serenaded with free merch left and right, but even big-money blogstars love to shop. The shopkeeps behind LA's best boutiques are style influencers in their own right, painstakingly traveling to fashion weeks around the globe and scouring local industry markets to discover the best rising designers.

Here, we shine a light on the fashionable folks responsible for stocking the racks of our city's coolest shops. Meet seven of them below and find out what's in their closet, the fresh talents they're loving right now, the labels that are currently flying off shelves, and more."

Click here to read the full article and interview!

Article by Danielle Directo-Meston and Nathalie Alcala

Photos by Kathryn Page

Ali Stroker Spring Awakening Opening

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The sultry Ali Stroker was stunning at the Broadway opening of Spring Awakening.

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Ali Stroker is wearing SHAREEN ("Karine" and "Anna"). Photos by Getty Images and Ali herself.

Acceptance

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The bar in Cambridge,

blues and greens

as preppies like

But he was Portuguese

Sexy man

Who taught me about freedom

We shared a love of the truth

His Pulitzer

My business

Our hearts lived

Apart and at a great

And comfortable

distance

And his first kiss on

Valleyheart

When he argued

For his limitations

Daring me to love

Him anyway

Nine years later,

three cats

and laughter

I'd dared

And lost

The argument.

Friendship

Now

Trumps all

And the intense stare

across the theatre

Eyes locked

A slow, understated

Approach

I thought was sexy

Only to find

he was just depressed

The black jaguar

The penthouse

And me

Sitting

Patiently

Beside sadness

And how I lost

three years there

which weren't as fun

as three years lost

in a trailer park

along side him

in the pick up

Marlboro reds

and flamingoes.

Real, sexy years of tequila

And jerkey, Montana and shooting ranges

He had a glock

Under his pillow

We'd have been ok anywhere

And then there was Yale

And the Olympics

And shells on the Thames

And the river Charles

A green Porsche

and the secret society

His book

My glamorous job

Endless betrayals

his with others

mine

by absentia

And he had a lisp

and was a valet

and loved me like

No other and

I wanted to make him

my Pygmalion

and I could have

If only

We hadn't lost a child

And one I distrusted

hypnotized me

And another

dying to love me

left me dying to be free.

And one I adore

Is out of reach.

Finally, I look

Back to my father

And wonder why,

he hurt me so.

No sympathy requested

No complaint here stated.

As I lay dying

I read the swords

(Like on the tarot card)

Betrayal,

Compromise

Confiscated

Robbed

Raped

Cheated

Liar

Loss

Absent

And finally,

The last

So what.

I saw him

The other night

Resurrected

in a golden orb

His face shone

With a gentle pride

At me.

"I did it

all because

I loved you

And your

triumph is

My job

well done."

I may be late

To the library,

to the party

To discover

Wiki

I may be late

to You tube

And behind

In the polls

But I am not

surrendered in pain

I am triumphant with

Understanding

I am "it"

And "no"is my best

friend

And  "yes" is its great cousin

How might I

Find my man

Until I know

The man in me?

She who asserts

And discerns,

Establishes boundaries

Is on her side

And behalf.

She who fights for her best

And takes no prisoners.

She who knows

Her worth

And protects it

With ferocity

She who would be him

if he were to arrive as me

Man.

Mine.

Comfort

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The most

gentle

of calls to

rise,

tenderly rain

touches the spirit

with the softest of

nature's dance

and in the white

tranquility,

tucked warmly

under

the wing

of a swan,

Eyes yet closed

against the day

I heard

I listened

Lifting

Shimmering

Kissing lightly tree branches

Whispering though

Falling leaves,

Carried

To heaven

a voice

Light and clean

I held

My breath

To receive

Her message

"in the arms of....."

The note

Was carried

Open

As a cry

Broken hearted

Breathless

I held

Open

The door.

"an angel,

may you find.........."

and again a caress

Tumbling the

Length of

A shattered body,

A hand

made of

tenderness

sharing, taking

the suffering of her

beloved

"some comfort here."

The comfort of

angels is here.

my

first

on another

blessed day

From Prom, to Wedding, to Red Carpet

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"Alexa," "Elizabeth," "Karine"

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"Karine," "Michelle," "Ivanka"

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"Ashley," "Raquel," "Tori top" with "Daniya skirt"

To see more, visit our shop.

The Wedding: Claire and Ted

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May they forever hold each other with equal tenderness and with as profound an awareness of beauty, as they did on this day.

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Bride Claire wearing the Shareen Bridal "Grace" for her wedding at Spring Creek Ranch in Winthrop, WA.

A New Year

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It begins.

The first

new day

of the first 

month.

A new year

is 365 

new days

Thank God.

May we

have them

all.

Resolve only 

to love

yourself

with

all

of

your imperfeCtionS 

Pray only 

that you love 

others as 

you do 

yourself.

Love is 

90 percent

forgiveness.

It's ok.

All of it.

The good.

The bad.

The ugly.

The wrong.

The false.

It's ok.

We are human.

None of us perfect.

Love is all.

Forgiveness

makes it so.

He sings......

" the power 

of your heart,

the power of

your heart.

All around 

the world

just to bring

you back,

that's the power 

of your heart."

Pray it.

Whisper it.

Sing it.

Scream it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Another year 

lived, 

another

offered.

Happy, indeed.

I love you,

Shareen