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The Other White Denim
After a long winter of tampons and black skinny jeans, I’m happy to report that the latter are folded up on the shelf for the summer (the former unfortunately is still planning her monthly visits, but whatever. For once this isn’t about Flo). Though I’m not quite ready for bare-legged season (we’re getting there though!), my growing collection of white denim has become the go-to alternative to my fall through winter black jean obsession. But after a few weeks of back-to-back white jeans combined with being too lazy to do laundry (don’t judge me. I know you relate), there comes a point when:
a) You realize you need to lock it up, get some quarters, and do laundry. But come on, this breakthrough only comes when you’ve run out of underwear.
b) Your friends start making side comments about your recurring outfits and/or the guac stain build up on your pant legs. ‘Tis the season for margs and guac! AmIright!?
c) You start seeking alternatives to your new and very obvious addiction.
I went with C. and found the next best thing to white jeans in a soft canary yellow pair that coincidentally match this house around the corner from my apartment. Go figure!
After a few tastings, like pork to chicken, I found yellow jeans to be the other white meat. Though they aren’t quite as versatile and uniform as a grilled piece of chicken (or white denim), when paired correctly or standing on their own (if going topless is your thing), they become the commanding item on the plate…or outfit. I’m losing track of whether I’m discussing pants or poultry here. But I digress…
The point here is that I still haven’t done laundry and am just waiting for the next pivotal stain — be it guac related or because Flo’s in town — to make it’s mark. And until that happens, I find solace in knowing that yellow pants will continue to dominate in my daily sartorial choices, even while wearing a shirt that makes me look like Quasimoto from time to time.
But don’t worry, I won’t leave you with a photo of me channeling the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Instead, I leave with you this close up shot of some arm swag complete with a bracelet adorned in beads reading, “Let’s Bone.” Spring’s supposed to be about babies anyways…
Zara shirt (are you sick of it yet?) | J Brand jeans via Article& | Proenza Schouler shoes (again!) | BCBG clutch | Venessa Arizaga bracelet, H&M choker
// photos by the one and only, Emily Malan
Camo Bo Bamo
Trends are bullshit. You know why? Because the minute you say “I would never wear that” you find yourself coveting a similar item only a year or so later. Case in point: the camouflage print. I can attest that back in the day when items from Delia*s and Abercombie + Fitch dominated my closet there were indeed some camo pieces, but it has been over a decade since I even considered wearing it.
Until recently, the print reminded me of my not so stylish pre-pubescent days where braces were color coordinated with holidays and butterfly clips surrounded my ballerina bun. But now I find myself strangely attracted to the print and its surprising versatility. Like plaid or pinstripes, camouflage can stand as well on its own as it can when paired with equally busy prints — i.e. leopard. And so here you see me betraying my previous sentiments of hatred regarding the camo print and wearing it like it’s a necessary staple in my day-to-day wardrobe.
This not only supports my initial statement that trends are bullshit, but also that fashion is fickle. One second you’re swearing off anything snakeskin and then you’re wearing gold snakeskin pants that Snooki probably wore in the first season of Jersey Shore. Oh fashion, you trickster.
// photos by Emily Malan
The New Casual
There are only two scenarios where you will find me dressed without thought: when going to the gym and/or when walking Finn. It’s not that throwing on a pair of leggings and some comfy shoes doesn’t cross my mind on a regular basis, but I like to look good and find I’m more productive when showered and “properly” dressed.
The last few runway seasons however, have blurred the line between sportswear and ready-to-wear. Colorful running shoes have become as much of a staple for the fashion elite as they have for gym rats. Track pants are no longer just paired with soccer cleats, they’re worn with designer heels. Sports bras have become a new sort of crop top, though you had better have a six-pack to go with them. And that’s just the thing — are all these new athletic style statements boosting peoples interest in exercise? I have no idea. Though I will say that people are far better dressed at the gym (myself excluded). It has also brought a new appropriateness to street style (myself somewhat included).
A few years ago I would never have considered running shoes and athletic-inspired pants as a feasible outfit for anything other than the gym or walking Finn. I have always shunned those women who wear sneakers for their commute to work and I was never one of those girls who looked good in oversize basketball shorts and a hoodie. So how could sportswear as ready-to-wear ever be right for me? I decided to test the trend this weekend.
I felt a little strange at first, mainly because never in my life have I worn running shoes for anything other than working out. But after a couple of hours I felt pretty cool — like one of those aforementioned girls who looks good in mens basketball shorts and a college hoodie. I was also ridiculously comfortable. Like I could have curled up and taken a nap or gone on a run. Had it not been for the blazer however, I would have felt a little slobbish. And that’s where the fine line is. I’m all for this sportswear trend, but if you’re going to wear it for a purpose other than exercising, at least throw something a little tailored and polished in with the mix.
// photos by Emily Malan
Wearing the Pants
When it comes to dressing up, I have always been more of a dress person. But in the last year I have found myself increasingly drawn to pants, pants, and more pants. My closet, which once boasted perhaps three pairs of “fancier” trousers, is now overflowing with pants in a rainbow of colors, and I without question reach for them more often than not.
It’s not that I’m not longer fond of dresses — I love those feminine frocks, you know? — but there’s something rather powerful and dare I say, sexy, about a woman in pants and heels.
Now, I have yet to ask any men about their thoughts on the power and sexiness of women in pants over dresses; but it’s not about them, is it? If you feel good in what you’re wearing then eff the rest! Am I right!?