Whenever I'm getting dressed to go out, my rage-ready ensemble tends to land in any of three potential categories:
#1 I wear an easy, flattering dress and heels. Usually the dress is black and a-line and is moderately low-cut and potentially from Zara. Every 20-something girl has one or two of those in her closet, right? Because it's safe. Yay safety. I'm a fan. Buckle up, don't do drugs, etc. But safety can also be kind of boring, particularly when it comes to fashion.
#2 I try to look cool, but I end up looking odd. For example, the time I thought I would mix it up and be toterly creative by tying one of my mom's vintage silk scarves around my upper body in such a way that it quasi-passed as a top. I went to a club that night and ended up conversing with the members of what appeared to be an Irish boy band, so you can see that bad outfits ultimately lead to bad or at least very questionable choices (life lessons!).
#3 I try to look cool, and I succeed. (NB: Personal opinions are, in this case, worth considering. But the proof is in the pudding and by that I mean thedrink offers meaningful conversations.) Sometimes, you go out on a limb--you pair a shirt and skirt that you've never worn together before or maybe you do a cool layered necklace thing or venture into jumpsuit territory--whatever it is, it's interesting and unexpected but it works. A category #3 outcome is my favorite, but also, of course, the most elusive. Lately, when I go out, I've been trying to push myself to circumvent cop-out category #1 and opt for something a little riskier, maybe even achieving a category #3 but often landing decidedly in #2. It's hard, man. Especially when you're weighing all these factors like I wanna have fun with my clothes but I'm going out and I want to at least consider looking conventionally attractive to the best of my abilities and I also need to be able to move freely and potentially flail my limbs if a good song comes on. Yeah?
And there's also my personal mission to never wear a bandage skirt again.
BUT I REFUSE TO LET THESE CONSTRAINTS LIMIT MY DESIRE TO LOOK COOL ORDIE STRIKE OUT TRYING.
So I gave it a good think, and I came up with some ideas for you, myself, and females at large living large. There's no question that the following outfits avoid falling into category #1, but whether they land in #2 or #3 is still up in the air. Lemme know.
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Now go open up your closets and get silly.
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#1 I wear an easy, flattering dress and heels. Usually the dress is black and a-line and is moderately low-cut and potentially from Zara. Every 20-something girl has one or two of those in her closet, right? Because it's safe. Yay safety. I'm a fan. Buckle up, don't do drugs, etc. But safety can also be kind of boring, particularly when it comes to fashion.
#2 I try to look cool, but I end up looking odd. For example, the time I thought I would mix it up and be toterly creative by tying one of my mom's vintage silk scarves around my upper body in such a way that it quasi-passed as a top. I went to a club that night and ended up conversing with the members of what appeared to be an Irish boy band, so you can see that bad outfits ultimately lead to bad or at least very questionable choices (life lessons!).
#3 I try to look cool, and I succeed. (NB: Personal opinions are, in this case, worth considering. But the proof is in the pudding and by that I mean the
And there's also my personal mission to never wear a bandage skirt again.
BUT I REFUSE TO LET THESE CONSTRAINTS LIMIT MY DESIRE TO LOOK COOL OR
So I gave it a good think, and I came up with some ideas for you, myself, and females at large living large. There's no question that the following outfits avoid falling into category #1, but whether they land in #2 or #3 is still up in the air. Lemme know.
I am really liking the idea of shorts and a crop top because it feels very anti-establishment. Throw in some star-studded sandals and one, two, three leather bangles, and you've got yourself a recipe for walking fine lines.
I'm not sure why I am so drawn to this relatively simple color-blocked Fausto Puglisi dress, but I am. Will you slay me if I mention that it looks very Carrie Bradshaw circa season 1 or 2? Go ahead, slay me. It's bananas. And so is my clutch, lightening cuff, and strappy shoe selection.
Given my New York origins, and all-black going out ensemble is highly necessary. HIGHLY AND OBNOXIOUSLY. But I sidestepped the whole LBD thing and opted for a lace tank and cool fringey skirt instead because I am just super innovative like that. And I could not be more into these Pierre Hardy shoes that resemble a centipede's back or this gargantuan Lanvin flower necklace. Both are highly and obnoxiously great.
And lastly, for something a bit more casual, distressed denim and a mostly-cool-kids-plus-some-wannabes cropped tank. I am one of the wannabes, but that's okay. I make up for it by counterbalancing the hardcore-ness of the above choker with some dainty yet rad flower shoes.
Now go open up your closets and get silly.
For further LOLZ, awkward silences, and tomayto throwing, follow me on twitter and instagram.