- Beauty & Style
- Dishin’ Up Dixie
- What's Cookin'
Fall in love with Tieler James. Fashion is his life, period. Tieler discovered his passion for clothing at the age of 5 and began working with a sewing machine at age 7. In 2014, at just 14-years-old, he was chosen to compete on Lifetime’s Project Runway: Threads. Tieler won and has gone on to be the featured designer in many local and regional fashion shows.
Now, at just 15-years-old, Tieler is a busy young designer. He is often commissioned to design garments, speaks at design schools and is also a full time student at the New Orleans Center of Creative Arts. He is studying a standard academic curriculum along with theater design. Tieler maintains a high grade point average while designing costumes for the theater after school, working on his own collections and making media appearances.
Fall in Love with Tieler James
I fell in love with Tieler James at Heart for Dixie. #heartfordixie #fashion #tielerjames Click To Tweet
Enjoy these genius designs from fashion shows across the south.
Ye Olde College Inn: New Orleans, LA
“The south has a smile! It’s not just a location, it’s a state of mind. We shake a man’s hand and kiss a lady hello!” (Even if they’re drippin in gravy!) ~ Johnny Blancher
Johnny Blancher, CEO and chef of Ye Old College Inn in New Orleans, LA knows a little bit about southern cooking. Just as importantly, he knows the best way to serve creole cuisine. He grew up in the restaurant business. His father has owned the ever popular, Rock ‘n’ Bowl on South Carrollton since the early 90’s. In 2003, his family purchased the College Inn property and continued a long tradition of old and new menus that date back to the end of prohibition.
Formerly owned by the Rufin brothers, Emile, Denis Jr. and Albert, Ye Olde College Inn originally operated as a drive-in, beginning as far back as 1933. It has stood the test of time and has remained a landmark for over 80 years now. Lots of memories were made in the “oyster shell parking lot during the car-hop days where romances were kindled behind foggy windows” of cars. Johnny shared this memory with me,