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Fake It, Don’t Bake It
While it’s technically supposed to snow in New York tomorrow, daylight savings begins on Sunday, which means spring is just around the river bend (cue Pocahontas song). As I’ve mentioned many-a-time on here, I am a major advocate of self-tanner, especially at the start of a new skin-baring season. At the moment, my legs look like I am constantly wearing white tights, which is actually really blinding for people when I step out in the sunlight. Kind of like when Edward Cullen steps into the sun and sparkles in Twilight — except I am not a vampire, I don’t sparkle, and I don’t have the body of an emo boy. So really I guess you could just describe me as a beached beluga whale burning on the beach. Not pretty.
Now, I’ve had as many negative experiences with self tanners as I have with bikini waxes and the number one thing I’ve learned is that you just have to keep testing out new products (or people?) until you find one that works for you and your skin. For example, self tanner lotions tend to leave me looking like I have giraffe spots all over my skin. They also get congealed in my knuckles, ankles, and elbows. They also stink. Spray on tanners have a similar effect on my body, and given that I don’t have an outdoor space to do the “spray job,” the tanner ends up getting all over my floors.
So what’s a pale girl and her best friend Sunblock supposed to do to faux a tan? Kate Somerville tanning towels, that’s what. One towel is all you need for your entire body and it leaves little room for error. The key is to first exfoliate everything (this includes shaving your legs) and then open the towel up entirely and move in small circular motions from head-to-toe, paying close attention to the problem areas like knees, ankles, elbows, etc. Then just sit tight for 30-45 minutes before getting dressed. The tan progresses over the next day or so and can be best maintained with a daily application of a basic lotion. And for those of you wondering if it turns your skin orange like an Oompa Loompa, it doesn’t. Au naturel, baby!
I’d like to preface this post with two things: 1) I can hear the shrieks from my SF friends about this Mets jacket. This is not a fan jacket, it’s just a jacket. Had I a Giants one, I would wear that too. 2) I’m not a Mets fan. (I actually don’t really care about baseball — way more into football).
Now onto more important matters.
This jacket has been with me since high school. It first belonged to my friend Andie (actually, it belonged to some kid named Justin first. I don’t know Justin but his name is written in sharpie on the tag), but I borrowed it so often that she ended up just letting me have it. Though it’s normally something I’d never even consider when perusing the vintage racks on Haight Street, there’s something about a bright satin line jacket that just rubs me the right way — kind of like a man who normally wears these kinds of jackets rubbing his beer belly at the game (hot dog in mouth should also be a part of this visual).
Since high school however, I really haven’t worn it that much, but it beckons my name every time I peep into my closet. Finally, after four years in this big city, I decided to brave the streets of New York and all it’s crazy Yankees fans and wear a sports jacket for a team I fail to care or know anything about. Because to me this jacket isn’t about the team. It’s about the satin. The almost fluorescent colors. The bubbly fit. The fact that it can add a playful element to the most sophisticated outfits (and leopard pony hair heels). And that it’s just one of those items I will never get rid of.
And that is my lesson in sports wear for the day.
Vintage jacket | Vince tank top c/o | Asos skirt | Walter Steiger heels | Proenza Schouler bag | Ray-Ban sunglasses | Catbird & Gorjana rings | Asos, Tom Binns, Jennifer Fischer, Odette, & 2Bandits bracelets
// photos by Emily Malan
Just as I predicted, white jeans have become one of my biggest summer staples and it’s not even July yet! The pairing possibilities are endless, but I’ve been really into the P.Diddy look as of late, aka all white from top to bottom. I can think of a few reasonings for this:
- It’s the most heat friendly combination
- I love monochromatic dressing
- I secretly wish I was P.Diddy (???)
- I’m compensating for the fact that I still don’t own a white suit
- All of the above
// photos by Emily Malan
As someone who pretty much lives in black jeans, you can imagine that I was quite skeptical about this whole printed jeans phenomenon. Not only are they frequently unflattering, but I tend to enjoy leaving the patterned pieces in my wardrobe to dresses, skirts, shirts, and all the other articles of clothing that don’t encase the legs. Printed sausage casings. No thanks!
Or so I thought…
A few weeks ago I went to the 7 For All Mankind showroom to peep some of their upcoming collections and ended up spending most of my time stalking this one girl wearing the pants you see me wearing in this very outfit post. As you might suspect, once I saw them it was only a matter of seconds before I harassed the aforementioned girl to find out who makes them and where I can find them. Turns out they’re by 7 – go figure – and within a few short weeks I was stepping into my very own pair. I admit they’re still a challenge for me to work with – horizontal stripes on the legs? Usually a major nono for me, but there’s something about those zig zags that I just couldn’t shy away from. And that my friends, is how printed jeans made their way into my closet. End scene.