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Blue on Blue

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Are you people familiar with the Kappa Rap? If not, throw your computer in the garbage because you do not deserve the privilege of ownership. Or you can just watch it right now. You choose. 

Anyways, I have been listening to it on repeat simply because it's bomb ass tune, and on approximately my 47th round I had a revelation: Kappas might have been the original perps behind monochromatic fashion.

My brain is blown. Yours? 


Blue on blue, people. The very first kappa sisters circa 1870 were not afraid to say HEY, blue is OUR COLOR, and guess what yo, blue is OUR OTHER COLOR.  


Today I pay homage to that very sentiment. 


Full disclosure: I am not in a sorority. But that doesn't mean I can't take sartorial cues from a trio of rapping L@DIE$ who totally understand the awesomeness of a backwards hat and a touch of well-placed tie-dye. My sister Lizzy, on the other hand, has recently joined the ranks of KKG, following in the footsteps of my mother and weeping grandmother. Obviously my first request was that she utilize her new membership for my benefit and acquire me some neon SWAG. We'll see what happens. In the meantime, this post is dedicated to her future adventures in the world of sexified pinnies with gaping armholes. GIMME.   


Here's my #1 tip for monochromatic dressing: break it up. In other words, incorporate DIFFERENT SHADES of the same color, so as to avoid looking like Grover or, I dunno, a member of Blue Man Group. 


One way to do that is LAYERING, uh huh. My favorite layer of late is an ironically-tied sweater or shirt around the waist. Ironic, because, well, SECRET'S OUT OKAY it's not there because I'm overheating. What can I say? It's the perfect unassuming pop of color and dimension blah blah blah. 


Incorporating bits of pattern is also a TOP NOTCH MOVE when one is monochromin' like a sport. The pattern on my shoes contains blue, so, boom, entry accepted. 


Also: ma blazer sleevez. CHECK IT. 


BUT HERE'S SOME NEWS: THERE'S NO REAL RULES, KIDS. THROW IN SOME RED LIPS AND A PAIR OF GREY SOCKS. HAVE BREAKFAST FOR DINNER. DO THE HARLEM SHAKE. HAVE AWESOME FRIDAYS. REPORT BACK.


J. Crew blazer (thanks Virg!!!), Zara shirt, Zara sweater (similar here), Uniqlo jeans, H&M socks (similar here), Zara shoes, Natasha necklace (similar here). 

Lessons From the Runway of Cool

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Greetings, brethren. Welcome to today's outfit. Was it organically crafted and birthed (birthed?!) from the core of my very own psyche? Well, I thought so. 


But then I drank 2 lattes and it hit me: I was O, DUH subconsciously inspired by the lessons of BCBG's Fall 2013 when coming up with this ensemble. Lessons? Yes. I shall explain.


Lesson #1: Get your head inside a beanie, and never take it out. 


Lesson #2: Triple up on your leather, son. It says, "I'm cool. I'm fresh. My grandmother knew about snapchat before you did."


Lesson #3: Pants are no longer a stand-alone option for your bottom half. If you are wearing pants without an accompanying skirt, dress, and/or kaftan over them, you are basically IN THE NUDE. Do not embarrass me, people. 


Lesson #4: Your body is a temple. A temple of layers


Lesson #5: Go forth, ye roughed-up sophisticate. Carry the wisdom of your urban elusive chic in the cool-ass slump of your shoulders. Stare straight ahead and furrow your brow. No one knows you used to watch Secret Life of the American Teenager every Monday for two years. No one. 

Calvin Klein jacket (similar here), Zara plaid shirt on top (in stores only), H&M plaid shirt around waist (similar here), Nanette Lepore leather skirt (here in brown), Zara pants (similar here), Aldo shoes, Uniqlo beanie (similar here), Rebecca Minkoff purse. 

Shaken, Not Stirred

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GUYS. WE NEED TO TALK. I think we all know what I'm referring to.


It's the elephant in the room, by which I mean, the SEQUINED MARTINI on my chest. We've all been there, right? WHO HASN'T sported a light-reflecting cocktail on her upper half? WHO HASN'T??? Don't leave me hanging. 



You might remember that I mentioned purchasing a martini-emblazoned sweatshirt in my post on irony awhile ago. Maybe you thought to yourself oh, she's being ironic. Welp, I'm sorry I'm not sorry to say that in that particular case I was being VERY REAL. Sip me. 



So anyways I AM GETTING TO THE POINT. Here's the point, or really, the question: can a sequined martini glass sweatshirt be considered "FASHION"? If so, is this a conditional qualification? Does it depend on who's wearing it? What he or she has paired it with? If it's actually an (intended) statement of sartorial irony? 


I'm asking for a friend, obvs. 

Truly, though, in a world where street style has practically taken over as the main reference point for what's current (concrete runway > real runway?), and the ironic it-factor of personal style seems to have more real, translatable impact than the pages of a fashion magazine, is there even such a thing as "high" fashion anymore? WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN ANYMORE? 

When the upper echelon expressions of the fashion world, i.e. Paris Couture Week, appear to be exhibiting tell-tale hints of stylish irony (a Bollywood-influenced Mother Ginger, for example), where is the line? Should there be a line? Is fashionable irony the new anti-snobbery and, if so, is anti-snobbery the new snobbery? Are these questions exhausting? Should I write a manifesto entitled The Irony Diaries: Conversations With Myself



I'm just intrigued, folks. I'm intrigued that every time I see a Markus Lupfer creation, I am tempted to shell out $485 for a sweater featuring glittery ice cream cones. I'm intrigued that something fleece-lined and possibly beer-stained could now pass as couture. I'm muchos curious about where this movement is headed. 

But curiosity killed the cat, so in the meantime, I'm going to go ahead and just enjoy it. How cool is it that my former night-in-on-the-couch ensemble could now potentially pass as a nod to changes in the highest of high fashion? Pretty darn cool. 


Oh and here's me trying the make the sequined martini sweatshirt look normal and all that L to the OL. 

Urban Renewal sweatshirt (purchased in the vintage section of a London Urban Outfitters- similar idea here and here), H&M plaid button-down (similar here), ICB skirt, H&M shoes (similar here).

Mammoth Pre-Spring Shopping Guide

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The other day, I nodded my head knowingly when my friend turned to me and announced, "Well, it's that time of year." Uh huh. I totally agreed. 

Turns out, she was thinking about needing a vacation. I was thinking about needing a wardrobe re-haul. Tomayto, tomahto. How YOU doin'? 

At any rate, there's one week left of February. The weather app on my phone is showing the occasional 50 degree spike. My knuckles are displaying less dryness. In other words, SPRING IS COMING, PEOPLE. Get jiggy with it.

So here I am, ready to help you out with what I like to call SEASONAL LIMBO and all of its accompanying challenges: it's not cold! it's not warm! it's a freak show of possibilities! Allow me to guide you through a smooth transition period. Bring your own miniature bowl of warm mixed nuts, and join me on this journey of a lifetime. 


First, on your bottom half: white jeans. Cue maniacal laughter CUZ IT'S NOT LABOR DAY YET AND I DON'T CARE. Don't worry, I'm easing you into the radical concept. (I get it. Not everyone wants to wear white jeans the day after Christmas). 


So, the above suggestions aren't completely white. But believe me when I say that the restriction of wearing white jeans to a couple of months out of the year is a thing of the past-- kind of like the Mayan apocalypse. It's over. And we survived. 


Welcome the onset of March with a pair of these bad boys (and don't you dare wait until June to wear them, you son of a beesh): MICHAEL Michael Kors studded skinny jeans, Paige Verdugo print jeans, Pierre Balmain contrast dirty white jeans, Étoile Isabel Marant Deacon cropped jeans, R13 skinny chaps.



Next, on your upper arena: short-sleeved button-down shirts. If you've paying attention in school (the school of my mind and its typed-up manifestations), you might observe to yourself that these are a subtle nod to every young woman's desire to dress like a dad on vacation. Ten points for Gryffindor, you dawg. 


In continuation of that sentiment, I give you the perfect top for the months preceding veritable springtime. It's cool, it's layerable, it's a youthful acknowledgement of the future mid-life crises that lay ahead of us. Get. One. Now: Araks Shelby pajama top (get yourself IN on the pajamas-as-daywear trend), Raf Simons shirt (made for men anywhere, loved by women everywhere), ACNE currency print blouse, Gitman vintage panda print shirt (pandas are 2013's wedge sneakers-- get on board), Aloha Rag leather button-down, rag & bone Yokohama shirt (again, technically men's, no one cares). 



On top of that: Cropped pullover sweaters. Why? I'll tell you. In my recent 24/7 quest to layer, layer, layer until I potentially smother myself, the cropped pullover sweater is my new best pal. It is punchy yet unobtrusive. It allows the bottom of my shirttail to peek through surreptitiously. It adds just the right amount of insulation. Boom boom boom. This is a lasting friendship, folks. Get one while they're hot and the weather's not...yet: Preen cropped sweat top, Topshop Morrocan crop jumper, Sally Lapointe crop sweater, French Connection scandi knits jumper, Fausto Puglisi long sleeved sweater, ACNE cropped pullover.  




ANDDDD over that: pastel jackets. I'm feeling them for pre-spring and beyond... all the way to Roksanda Ilincic Fall 2013. Plus, if you buy all of the above options, you can make your closet look like a roll of Smarties. Now that's powerful. Get at it: Tibi vintage wash jacket (I want this like whoa, woe), Theory green leather biker jacket, River Island pink boucle jacket, ACNE Rita shearling jacket (sold out most places but get it on eBay!!). 


On your head: what else? Hats. Hats hats hats hats (sung to the tune of LMFAO's "Shots" ft. Lil Jon, clearly). Just because winter is peace-ing doesn't mean it's time to bury your favorite hats in box under your bed. Or scratch that. Go ahead and bury. Then buy some new ones, somebetter ones, that are more conducive to a transition-to-spring state of mind. Hints: consider color, and panache. Now click: G-Star fedora, Bardot neon yellow beanie, TOBI mint green beanie, Supreme cap, Brian Lichtenberg homies beanie, Paul Smith fedora, Missoni beanie (sold out- but here is a similar one). 


On your feet: shoes with wooden heels. YAH. Show me a wooden heel, and I'll show you salivation. I don't know what it is, but a wooden heel feels oh-so-fresh to me right now. Maybe it's the nailed-it combination of chunky and elegant that seems so elusive. I'm not sure. Hold me closer. And shop with me: Chloe wrap around wedge, BCBGMAXAZRIA Meteur cutout sandal, Chloe slingback platforms, Elizabeth and James chunky heel sandals. 


On your neck: "50 Shades of Grey does springtime." JK. But seriously, get yourself a choker necklace. They're edgy and cool yet distinctly girlish, not to mention a throwback to my 90s origins. How novel! All I'm saying is, long is out, and short is in. Do with that prediction what you will-- tattoo it on your ankle... affirm it in a facebook status... apply it to the men in your life I don't care just EMBRACE: Delfina Delettrez rainbow choker, Defina Delettrez Vanitas necklace, MariaFrancescaPepe square choker, Zelia Horsley Jewellry collar necklace, DANNIJO Rachelle choker,  Bardot gem collar, Ted Baker crystal paneled collar, Cooee oil choker, Yoola crocheted collar, Yuzefi floral leather collar. 


And finally, in your hand, under your arm, between your knees...(you choose): a perspex/lucite clutch. I'm mildly obsessed with the notion of acquiring one of these as a home for my lipstick and crumpled receipts. They seem to say, have some fun with your essentials, ladyfriend, and reminisce about Polly Pocket while you're at it. Repeat after me: CC Skye Lucite clutch, Kotur aqua globe neon perspex clutch, Kotur glitter globe perspex clutch, Charlotte Olympia Pandora clutch, Reiss Perrine perspex clutch.

Now, give your eyeballs a brief moment of rest on the house.

All Hail

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CARA CARA CARA CARA. 

You follow me?


Or, as I like to call her, THE FACE OF NOW. If you noticed anything about Fashion Weeks NY and L, you probably noticed Cara Delevingne simply because, well, she was everywhere. Everywhere. We have possibly discovered the new owner of Hermione Granger's time-turner necklace because how else is homegirl showing up on a different runway every time we blink? 

The fact is, Cara is a phenomenon and it ain't no joke. 


Let's discuss. What is it about Cara that has made her so ubiquitous so suddenly? What is it about her that takes the super in supermodel and makes it uber? 

This chick is girl crush city: population 1 cuz SHE IS IT, YO.


My-wardrobe.com fashion director Carmen Borgonovo calls Cara's look rare and unique--"part Brigitte Bardot, but then mixed in with an elfin quirkiness." True, undoubtedly, but there's more to it than that, isn't there?


Maybe it's the way she poses for street style photographers-- impishly, impulsively, self-deprecatingly. I feel like I know her. Don't you? And there's the rub. Cara's image, whether real or constructed, speaks to a changing tide in the world of fashion. We don't just want the clothes anymore... we want the clothes and we want the personality. We want to step into a persona of elusive cool with a hint of hey, we could be friends, and it would be swell. 


That's what Cara does for fashion. She projects humanity into all of the perfection. That's what makes our hearts beat a lil faster-- when we catch a glimpse of something we can be. 

P.S. If that last part was too cheesy, try googling Kim Kardashian's earlobe or something. 

Today in Phenomena

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Hiiiiiii!!!!!! Yesterday I read the most fantasticular article on why Girls Type Like Thissss. Please go read it, then come back and overanalyze everything I've ever written. It'll be FUNNNN! Speaking of fun, how you like my fur collar?? I'm going for "Anna Wintour stars in a remake of Where the Wild Things Are." Ca CHING cha ching. 


Let's talk about a topic currently near and dear to my heart: wearing coats as capes, or, as my friend likes to call it, "pretending." This sensation is a clear case of form trumping function. The obsolescence of sleeves is no joke, people. I'm not sure how it started, but I know why it stuck. When it comes to putting together an outfit, a coat can be a great thing. It gives you that extra layer of oversized, drapey cool that can't be achieved by much else in this world....


The only problem? Coats have a habit of covering stuff up. Personally, when my outfit du jour consists of multiple thoughtfully curated under-layers, well, I WANT THEM TO BE VISIBLE, YA KNOW? Hence, a coat is slung over my shoulders carefully and carelessly, giving me that coveted chyea I totally just threw this together kind of look with a side serving of yo, this is really more calculated than calculus. Capeeshy? I realize it's a smidgen ridiculous, but such is LIFE. 


ALSO, I get to say things like this: Hey girl. my sleeve is empty...


BUT YO BRAIN ISN'T!


On another note, KEEP PAYING ATTENTION, cuz I'm about to alert you to a whole other radar-worthy phenom: hair-tucking, a.k.a. the proverbial lovechild of recent runways. While the activity of hair tuckage works particularly well with turtlenecks, it is applicable to a whole range of things. Today, a fur collar, tomorrow, a choker necklace. It's your oyster. All I'm saying is, this might be the key to Fall 2013's manifestation of effortless style. I mean, you can't get much more effortless than "I didn't even have time to pull my hair out of [insert neck-concealing garment of choice]."


Finally, can we talk about the dissociative cool of a ladylike (ish) fur and the ripped splendor of baggy boyfriend jeans? I like. Do you? 


DO YOU!?!?!?! 

Sweet dreams. 

Nicholas K coat, Uniqlo bomber jacket (similar here), Zara t-shirt (sold out), Line sweater, Zara jeans (similar here), Jeffrey Campbell wedge sneakers, Uniqlo beanie (similar here), fur collar is detachable from a sold out Alice + Olivia sweater, but here is a similar option. 

The Origins of Classic

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If you read this blog, you're probably aware that my style is not exactly, well, one-note. I like mixing patterns, piling on layers, and abusing color like it's a drug and I'm a crack baby.

However, I look at people like Ivania Carpio and Geraldine Saglio and, while their respective tastes in fashion are utterly different, I can't help but notice that both of these women have captured that ever-elusive, highly coveted element of classic simplicity in the way they dress. 


OMG TOTES CLASSIC!!

This realization got me thinking. Does an ensemble or item of clothing have to be simple in order to be considered "classic"? Perhaps. If so, why? It might have something to do with the way something fits. Simplicity shows off the fit of a piece of clothing, right? Or maybe it has to do with who is wearing it. If an item is simple, the wearer provides the personality--she makes the dress, the shirt, the trousers her own; conversely, if an article of clothing is complex and distracting, the item alone acts as the driving source of personality by default. 

I think it goes deeper than that, though.

Here goes: the way I see it, clothes tell stories. Where you're going, where you've been, what you want to see, hide, emphasize. And, the simpler an item, the more it has to say-- the more you can make it say. 

What comes to mind when you hear the words "classic style"? 


I think of Charlotte Rampling wearing a turtleneck on the beach. Jane Birkin in that perfect, long sleeved black mini dress. Brigitte Bardot's hair swept back with a navy scarf. Black tights. White ankle socks. My mom in her Levi's jeans from high school. That girl with the faded yellow polo shirt on the Vampire Weekend Contra album cover. Margot Tenenbaum's penny loafers and lacy white bra. Alexa Chung in a mini skirt. Elin Kling wearing a fitted white t-shirt. John Lennon's sunglasses. Strings and strings of pearls draped across Coco Chanel's back. Audrey Hepburn carrying around her Louis Vuitton Speedy... yeesh, the list goes on and on. 


So why these particular images? I know I'm not alone when it comes to many of them. I think anyone would agree that, in order for an image to be "classic," it has to stick with you. It has to last. That's what these images accomplish, it seems. 

Furthermore, there is an element of nostalgia that simplistic fashion is uniquely able to capture, and I'm not sure why or how. There is a poignancy to an oversized turtleneck sweater-- a kind of innocence. 

I'm not ready to give up my love of insane layering or piled-on color, but simple, classic style is on my mind lately. We'll see where it takes me.

And in the meantime, when you can't beat 'em, click 'em:



North Sails washed piquet polo shirt, T by Alexander Wang black long sleeved dress, zeroUV sunglasses, Jardin des Orangers turtleneck sweater, Hamilton men's watch, Journelle lace demi bra, Eastland penny loafers, Faliero Sarti Schal scarf, NARS lip pencil in "Cruella" (my current fave), J Brand white t-shirt, Saint Laurent mini skirt, Cathy Waterman pearl necklace, Monki tights, Levi's jeans. 

Destiny's Child: Weather and Leather Edition

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HEY. So, I had my outfit all planned for today and it involved suede and it was gonna be great (when is it not?), but then, DESTINY happened.


By destiny, I mean London weather. It rained (I provided the arrow. You do the rest.) And, when it rained, the sidewalks got wet. And, when they got wet, they remained wet. Poetry, man. This city is dank city. See what I did there? 

Anyways, I decided to spare my suede shoes and reevaluate. 


And THIS is what happens when I get dressed on the fly: I decide to layer not one but TWO skirts over my pants. Hey, I've graduated! 


Here's an inside look at this carnival of innovation. It's like Bodies: The Exhibition except instead of muscles and bones, you've got leather and confusion. Learning is fun!


Don't be fooled by my denim dad shirt. There's a world of intrigue underneath it. 


Remember that time when your skin matched your hair which matched the wall and your lips looked like freelancing two-timers?


Oh btw this is me auditioning for the part of Zach Galifanakis's sexy companion on Between Two Ferns. 


And this is me being over it because some jerk was all "DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A FERN LOOKS LIKE??" **

**If you chose today to visit this blog for the first time ever... heyyyyyyyy (gentle crescendo) take a chance on me, [subsequent ABBA lyrics redacted because gripping anxiety is the new YOLO].   

Alice and Olivia sweater (sold out), Zara denim shirt (in stores), Anthropologie peplum tank (similar here), Nanette Lepore black leather skirt (here in brown), Nanette Lepore red leather skirt, Zara faux leather leggings, H&M socks, Zara shoes, freak by Harling trademark pending. 

I Fought the Law

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HOLY MOTHER WHITE PANTS IN FEBRUARY!


Hells to the uh huh. 


I know, I know, I'm a warrior for change. 


So what else is fun and exciting? My new beanie that's what. It's alternative yet perky. Like Zooey Deschanel's boobs. 

More significantly, it makes me look like a gnome, which is all I've ever wanted, really. 


Anyways, the real point of this outfit is to transition your eyes, hearts, and minds into the mode of impending springtime. It's almost March, guys! And March is a gateway drug, as you may or may not know. 

Soon enough, you'll be itching to break out your bathing suits and denim cutoffs and bohemian sundresses and who am I to prevent that?? 


Clearly I'm not a preventer because I'M AN ENABLER. I mean, just look at me. I am literally hoisting up my white jeans and it's only February 27th. 


GET ON BOARD, PEOPLE. 

Zara white jeans, Zara plaid shirt (in stores), Zara denim shirt (in stores), Urban Outfitters t-shirt, J. Crew peacoat, Isabel Marant pumps, thirfted beanie.

For Your Consideration

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No proper post today, alas, but WHO wants to be Kanye's face with me?? Eh? Easter Sunday 2013? Anyone? 

What I Want to Read

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Here’s a thought: individual Internet browsing history is today’s unintentional diary of selfhood. It’s intimate, it’s true, and it’s often embarrassing. More importantly, if digested as a whole, it creates a detailed and accurate picture of who you are—your interests, your questions, your wants and needs. It’s pretty much all there. I think this is particularly true for members of my generation who have grown up spending copious amounts of one-on-one time with our laptops. (Did you name your first one? Oh man, I did.)

If you spent some time sifting through this information on my laptop, you would discover that I recently looked up where to get my eyebrows waxed in London and how to make scrambled eggs in a mug. You’d also find out how many times I revisited the YouTube video of Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble” remixed with the sound of a bleating goat.

But you would also see just how many blogs and blog-like websites I read DAILY or maybe even HOURLY (hello, refresh button).  I would list them all right here and right now, but that would be a waste of space because you’re probably more curious about the Google searches I’m not telling you about, right? No dice. 

Anyways, I read a lot of blogs. Most of them focus on fashion, like Shine by Three and park & cube and 5 inch and up. Others, like The Cut and Refinery 29 (which aren’t technically blogs, but definitely qualify as “blog-like”), focus on general women-y topics of interest. Hai ladiez.

A very special but miniscule number of the blogs I read feature some pretty flipping brilliant writers. When it's done well, I think the most interesting kind of writing is the personal essay-- there's nothing quite like digesting the human experience from an “I” perspective. xoJaneis a fantastic resource for this kind of writing, as are Rookie Mag and Hello Giggles. Truth, vulnerability, originality, and humor seem to be the magic combination for producing personal writing that people want to read and keep reading. These sites nail all four qualities. (Incidentally, Lena Dunham's show Girls is a TV manifestation of what I'm talking about.)

But most of all, out of everything available for consumption on the world wide web, I like to read personal essays related to fashion and style. Combine fashion with great writing and a great story, and I’m hooked.

While I obviously enjoy the typical online fashion-centric offerings-- slideshows of “What to Wear This Summer!” and write-ups about the latest designer collaboration-- there’s something about reading an experiential fashion piece in the first person that really gets my attention. If I had to venture a guess, I’d say it has something to do with the fact that the vulnerable human experience and fashion are, in many ways, inseparable. Fashion is full of mistakes and aspirations, choices and expressions of identity, doubt, weirdness, and surprise. Just like, ya know, LIFE. They go hand in hand in my book. 

Basically, I’m not so interested in what a celebrity wore to the Oscars as I am in what you wore on your first day of high school and why. I don’t want to read another online article about the next “It” shoe—I want to read about the time you saved up for months to buy a pair of green suede pumps that subsequently changed your life. Or the time your mom tried to make you wear her old prom dress. Or the time you conducted an experiment by wearing denim overalls to a nightclub. You feel me?

The only problem is that good examples of this particular genre of fashion writing are few and far between. Leandra Medine’s blog The Man Repeller is an exception-- the rare fashion blog that is more than just aesthetically pleasing photo shoots of a pretty girl in designer clothing. Maybe I simply haven’t found something else out there quite like it, but right now The Man Repeller seems to be the only online source of writing that fuses identity and fashion so eloquently, so truthfully, and so humorously on a regular basis. I’ve seen glimpses of it in other places on the Internet-- occasional slices of Yes! This is what I’m talking about!--but The Man Repeller is both consistent and prolific. I was psyched when Medine started featuring contributions from writer Mattie Kahn on the blog as well, perhaps giving us a glimpse of her future plans for the Man Repeller as a multi-contributor destination website. I’m keeping my fingers and eyes crossed.

Anyways, to get to the point, I'm trying define to what I want to be reading, because what I want to be reading is also what I want to be writing.

Fourteen months from now, I’ll graduate from college with, hopefully, a semi-cooked brain and some kind of a plan. As of now, I want that plan to include writing about fashion in my own voice and based on my own experiences. Whether I’m good enough to get paid for that kind of work and make a career out of it is another question entirely. 

I'd love to know YOUR thoughts (if you got to the end of this post, congrats, I'm naming my firstborn after you). What do you want to read online? Are your daily Internet browsings indicative of who you are? What you want to do? Be? Tell me tell me. 

Shop the Street

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What's the best part about fashion week month? Not the Cara Delevingne candids, or the front row royalty, or even the trendspotting for next season. IT'S THE STREET STYLE, YO. The cement stomping concrete runway walking Abbey Road album-ing pavement werking. I love it all-- down to the last scuffed shoe sole. 

I guess my obsession has something to do with attainability. When it comes to street style, there's always the fascinating element of hey, maybe I could do that. 

There's also a sense of the organic that is indigenous to street fashion. It's fresh off the presses and by presses I mean savvy female brains with a lot going on. It's intelligent. It's innovative. It's sitting next to you on the subway, or drinking the same iced coffee as you at Starbucks. 

Watching an actual runway show can feel like peering through a very cool glass window, but street style, on the other hand, is literally right in front of you whenever you walk out the door. You can touch it, do it, be it, and experiment with it no matter who you are or where you live. Street style is democratic. 

In celebration of that sentiment, I'm jumpstarting your inspiration trajectory with some shop-the-look collages based on some of my favorite snaps of fashion showgoers. Scroll down for some cement romance, and go browse my street style Pinterest board if you just CAN'T GET ENOUGH. 


Here's Shine by Three blogger Margaret Zhang looking dopetastic during London Fashion Week.


Shop her look if you're having one of those ladylike tomboy kind of days: Tibi silk faille skirt, Markus Lupfer printed t-shirt, Topshop check coat, All Saints black jeans, J.W. Anderson for Topshop leather boots, Timberland beanie (made for kids, but if you don't care, I don't).


My long-time-throbbing-heart-inducer style icon crush Natasha Goldenberg repping farmer meets Geisha at New York Fashion Week. 


FOMO? Click click: Ralph Lauren Blue plaid shirt, 3.1 Phillip Lim bomber jacket, Chloe cropped trousers, New Look clutch, Venessa Arizaga necklace, Odeon platform sandals, Little Fille bow headband, NARS lip pencil in Cruella. 


Blogger Guri Heli shows how to get it done in winter white


Do it do it do it: Joseph jacket, rag & bone jeans, Salt Surf t-shirt, J. Crew sweater, Pretty Ballerinas loafers, Linea Pelle bag, Carhartt beanie, Calypso St. Barth scarf, Bobbi Brown lipstick.


Blogger and WSJ Market Editor Preetma Singh KILLS IT in a turtleneck. The rest is just gravy, but of the rad and necessary variety. 


You do the middle part, I'll supply the rest: Suzannah dress, Jones New York turtleneck, Autocouture jacket, Oasis leggings, Pour La Victoire ankle boots, Rudi Rabitti briefcase, Tenoversix for Lookmatic sunglasses. 


An oldie but goodie: stylist and model Victoria Sekrier proves there's no such thing as too many layers or too many patterns. Then again, I already knew that.


High five me and shop these links if you agree: Barbour cape jacket, NLY camo jacket, Oscar de la Renta sweater (made for boys, but I'm thinkin' squeeze into the largest size and we're good2go?), Comme des Garçons and Hobbs skirts (layered, cuz that's how we roll here), Oliver Peoples sunglasses, Silkies tights, L.K. Bennett pumps, Etsy watch, 1 Like No Other floral shirt, Etsy peach lipstick, Leonardo Delfuoco purse. 

Multiple Personality Disorder

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HERE I AM: your friendly neighborhood flapper con farmhand con boy in need of advice


Allow me to break it down for you (to the beat of Harlem Shake, not to be confused with Harling Shaking).



Do the modern flapper: long gloves, dark lips, and a Carrie Mathison level of appreciation for jazz and men your mothers wouldn't like (background in terrorism optional but recommended). 


Do the Zara-ized farmhand: partially tucked plaid shirt, ripped and cuffed baggy jeans, wise facial expression possibly related to a longstanding knowledge of crop rotation. 


Do the boy (deeply) in need of advice: a middle part so purposeful it's as if the forehead of Luke from the O.C. temporarily manifested itself upon your brow line. 

Combine and do your worst.

Zara plaid shirt (similar here), Zara jeans (similar here), N. Peal gloves (here in black and grey), Sabo Skirt rings, Gap socks, H&M shoes (similar here)

Playing Catchup: Deets on London and Milan

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I gave you New York Fashion Week, and now I give you London and Milan, straight from the contents of my cranium. Woot woot. 

Once again, I'm delivering this info in bite size, because I'm all about dining and dashing when it comes to the interwebs. 

Anyways. 

LONDON!


If anything, London Fashion Week encouraged a series of sartorial contradictions so compelling I was on board before I even had time to digest it all in full. Sure, I’ll be a lady today if you let me be a man tomorrow. A scrappy urbanite on Mondays and a quirky-chic art collector on Wednesdays. A superhero before lunch and a milkmaid ballerina after dinner. If you want to be anything and everything this fall, London says, emphatically, you can and you should.

Five most swoon-worthy looks: Christopher Kane, Peter Pilotto, Roksanda Illincic, Tom Ford, House of Holland. Photos courtesy of Style.com. 

MILAN!


Milan Fashion Week hit upon a resounding and somewhat comforting truth: if an idea is great, it bears repeating. Each of the designers who debuted fall '13 collections in Milan has decidedly mastered the art of taking a great idea and reinventing it each season such that is simultaneously self-referential yet innovative. I suppose that this very process ultimately translates into timelessness. At any rate, Milan’s runways assured me that what I wear can commemorate the past and define the future. What is more powerful than that, really? 

Five most heartbeat-heavy looks: Prada, Dolce & Gabbana, Emporio Armani, Ports 1961, Emilio Pucci. Photos courtesy of Style.com. 


Tell me whatcha think whatcha really really think (in the comments: go). 

How Studying Abroad Changed the Way I Think About My Closet

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I flew from Miami to London a little more than two months ago with two suitcases and a backpack in tow. I tried to pack like a wannabe travel veteran on the fly -- good walking shoes, jeans, sweaters, a few jackets and coats of varying warmth, and enough underwear to avoid doing laundry for a decent length of time. Ya know, the essentials, or at least my version of them.

I knew I wanted to continue blogging regularly while studying abroad, and I knew it would be difficult to maintain a steady stream of NEW AND EXCITING outfit posts considering my limited wardrobe. I'm used to having more stuff around to mess with. Especially when I'm home and I have my mom's closet to pilfer. Yay moms. 

So yeah, I knew it would be difficult, and SURPRISE IT WAS. My brain particles were put to the test, cue the violins. Basically, I had to reinvent the intended purposes of many items of clothing like oh hey, shirt, you are now a belt, mmkay? 

But, in the end, this experience was perhaps to my benefit, as are all confrontations with battles of the uphill nature. Except maybe puberty. Or dentists appointments. Or bikini waxes. It's TBD you guys. 

Anyways, the point is, I LUUURNED from this experienced. That's learned, for your information. I learned how to take a limited number of clothes and stretch them as far as humanly possible in the figurative sense, yo, don't get ideas.

And now, like a wise old granny with many a trick up my sleeve and many a crotchety remark in my arsenal, I am going to share my learnings with you, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT (please don't leave, you're so so pretty). 

Still here? Keep scrollin' for ma tipz involving life, love, happiness, and how to squeeze every last drop of potential out of the items in your closet


1) A shirt/sweater can easily become a belt or belt-like layer, ergo providing an unexpected source for color-poppage and dimension. (Do not slay me for that sentence). 



2) Put your skirt over your pants and clap your hands. You know the drill, and the tune. The fact is, the same skirt can look completely different when layered over a pair of pants. It's scientifically proven. By my pelvis. And the above photographic evidence. 


3) Wear lipstick. Lipstick! It changes everything. It can make the sweater you wore last week look like a brand new thang, I promise. IT'S ALL AN ILLUSION, but the best kind of illusion.


4) If you only have one pair of remotely exciting shoes, WEAR THEM UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME, which is to say, wear them repeatedly and shamelessly. 



5) Wear socks with your shoes, especially if you've worn said shoes repeatedly and shamelessly because the socks will add variety and give you a whole new look and that's what this is all about. Boom. Check out the before and afters like it's a Saturday night and all you wanna see is a good rom com makeover. 


6) When layered, two shirts = new shirt. Sometimes variety emerges from redundancy. Yes you can quote me. 


7) Add a small accessory like a hat or some gloves. So simple, yet so powerful. Like a very tiny brownie. 


8) Wear glasses sometimes. Even if they are fake. Which mine are, unconditionally. 20/20 4 lyfe. The fact remains that they transform you from regular into nerd regular, and I can't be more grateful than I already am for this boon of existence. 

So now we've done a lot of me time. How do you feel? Want some space? A cupcake? A nap? 

I can provide all three but only if you leave a comment expressing your undying love and your mattress preference-- soft? firm? bamboo? just right? 


I love questions and their corresponding punctuation, don't you?? Okay mama's out. 

It's Not Over Until It's Over

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Okay, yeah, it's over. And it was maj. 

Paris Fashion Week came, saw, and conquered my preconceptions of everything I thought I wanted to wear this fall. The best and possibly worst part of PFW is that there's something there for everyone, but not everyone gets to partake in something there. 

I think that it is fitting to end the fashion week parade with Paris, because it is, essentially, the cliffhanger of style. It keeps you thinking. 

The way I see it, New York is an embrace, London is an experiment, Milan is a performance, and Paris is an ideal. But where would we be without each of them? 

Here's my final fashion week recap, ladies and gents. Naturally I made it a contest because what am I if not a judge on the loose? I CANNOT BE TAMED.

Ready?

Best Turtleneck: CELINE


Thank you, Celine, for making all the other turtlenecks seem inadequate, and all the extra dollars seem justifiable. 

Best Dress Don't Mess: VALENTINO


I mean, can you even?

Best Footwear: ALSO VALENTINO


Heads up, women on-the-go: this is your shoe. 

Best Bling: LANVIN


Cool is right. 

Best Outerwear: CARVEN


While this coat has Natalie Joos written all over it, it will also have "In Your Dreams, Harling Ross" written all over its price tag. 

But it's still amazing. Celebratory balloon emoticons all around. 

Best Reinvention of the Pajama Trend: LOUIS VUITTON


This is what she wears when you show up at her door unannounced circa 3:00 a.m. 

Best Headwear: MUGLER


Is nun chic returning? Dammit I hope so. 

Best It Girl: ISABEL MARANT, DUH


Isabel Marant always, always, always knows what the cool chix will want before they even do. The rest of us just follow suit and try not to look awkward. LURVE FEST.

Best Fall Outfit: STELLA MCCARTNEY


If you see me wearing this on the streets of New York come September, approach me, high five me, and ask me, how??

Best Modern Miss Havisham: GARETH PUGH


The original single laydayyy. 

Best Female Female: CHRISTIAN DIOR


Here is woman being woman and doing it right. 

Best Jenna Lyons, I'm Calling Your Name: DRIES VAN NOTEN


A marriage of superior Met Gala looks. Ring ring, Jenna. 

Best Perfectly Simple: MAISON MARTIN MARGIELA


Two pieces, one love. That's how you do easy. 

Best Show in Show: KENZOOOOO


Kenzo, you are my spirit animal like whoa. 

All images from Style.com and Vogue.com. 

Hi, Bye

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Quick outfit post today because I am rushing off to St. Paul's Cathedral for a rave. 

JK I'm going to watch my high school choir sing at Evensong. TOMAYTO, TOMAYTO, YO DAWG.

Happy Tuesday.

IBC skirt, Zara t-shirt, Topshop tights, Aldo pumps, fur collar from Alice + Olivia, and Cynthia Rowley sweater. 

That Looks Familiar

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ANDDDDD in contention for the best thing since sliced bread.......
PART NOUVEAU: a freshly launched blog that makes genius comparisons between fashion/art statements of the past and their modern reincarnated counterparts. 

Moral of the story? We're serial copycats. And it's hella neat. 

These are the kinds of things that entertain my eyeballs and numb my sit bones on a nightly basis. Ya dig?

XO SPAGHETTIO

Evolution of Style

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When I was a youngling, I was a genuine purveyor of flawless (and age-appropriate) style. I don't claim this accolade lightly. I swear I looked awesome and ready for a Christmas card at ANY AND ALL times.


The good old days

Generally, my day-to-day uniform was a smocked dress with a sash tied in a bow at the back. My hair was always neatly braided into two pigtails. Trailing behind me, there were always two slightly shorter clones of myself wearing the exact same outfit, a.k.a. my younger sisters.

All credit for this perfection goes to Mother Ross, who dressed us and coiffed us and bribed us with Smarties and made us look like pudgy dolls. She is a champion of a woman. It's not easy getting three kids to look clean and adorable every day, but she did it. (Side note: one time my mom was out of town and my dad had to get us dressed and do our hair that morning. Since it happened to be the day of the school holiday concert and I arrived in my classroom RTG looking like an extremely creative Annie Liebowitz photo subject, my teacher ended up walking to a nearby Duane Reade, purchasing a hairbrush, and overhauling my appearance. This is a true story.)

So anyways, on the whole, I looked pretty great fashion-wise as a kid. It was a happy life, filled with wonder and Dinosaur chicken nuggets.

Then came the dark ages. I turned nine, and I decided I would no longer be accepting fashion instructions of any kind from my mother. THX BUT NO THX.

Since my mom is one cool cat, she gave me mostly free reign to dress as I pleased. (Although now, looking back, she probably did this selfishly and for her own amusement because let me tell you, THE FOLLOWING ANTICS WERE UNDOUBTEDLY HILARIOUS, ALBEIT PAINFUL TO WATCH.)

Allow me to elaborate. You're familiar with puberty, right? That time of life when everything is happening and it's all pretty huge-feeling? In my case, this was also the time of life when I set out on my own and started experimenting with fashion. Remember the flawless style of my childhood? HAHAHA. Yeah, that was over.

I can sum up this period of my existence in the words of Bill Clinton: mistakes were made. 

There was the imitation Pucci skirt, a fleece sweatsuit, and Sailor Moon buns. There was a pair of pink floral leggings, a velvet belt, and magnetic earrings. And, we must not forget that there was also a Lands End t-shirt with "If One Can, Toucan" emblazoned across the front. YAH, MAN. It's all real. So real. And this is only a fraction of what transgressed.

But here's what I think, and correct me if you feel differently: thank god for awkward tweenage fashion choices

Because, if anything, they taught me not to take myself too seriously when it comes to clothing. They give me a retrospective glimpse into my mindset at age 13, when all I wanted was a white polo shirt from Abercrombie & Fitch, signature moose icon and all. They tell a true and hilarious story about how I began to attach meaning to my style and how it made me feel (THE COOLEST OF COOL). They will, inevitably, provide great fodder for a Powerpoint slideshow ambush at some point. 

What I'm trying to say is that style is a trajectory and that's part of its obsessive charm. Style evolves, and so do we. Overlap ensues. We all have a good laugh and ask ourselves what we'll be embarrassed about a decade from now. 

I hope to have lots of material. It means I'm not loosing my edge. 

Links à la Mode

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HEY SEXY FREAKS. 

Get out your cymbals, yo. Not only is today day 1 of the weekend, but I also have some smokin' cool info for those of you who a) love the internet, b) love fashion, c) love humblebrags, d) hold great and merciful affection for me in the heart/loin regions......

My essay (or, my preferred term: eyeball snack) "What I Want to Read" has been selected as one of the Independent Fashion Blogger's Links à la Mode, which is an edited weekly round-up of posts from the fashion blog-o-land at large.  

I KNOW. IT'S NEAT. FROYO ON ME?

Fittingly, many of the other selected posts for this week are kickass examples of the kind of writing I discuss in "What I Want to Read": smart, funny, incisive, and original as heck. Some of my favorite posts include The Curatorial on Jeremy Scott and plagiarism, Look Sharp Sconnie on fashion and art, and Beauty Fool on how to be "real" as a blogger.

CHECK 'EM. You won't be sorry.


lalam031413


Oh the Places We'll Go...

This week we had a lot of thoughtful submissions, with it being Women's History Month, and International Women's day, we had excellent homage's to our female heroes. Traveling seemed to be a big theme with Spring Break coming up, and the weather looking much better these days (in the Northern Hemisphere anyway). And we also had some wonderful tips and tricks for bloggers from the community, which is always nice to see how everyone approached blogging differently. How exactly do you be authentic online? It could be an easier journey than you think.


Links à la Mode: March 14th


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