Posts tagged ‘shirt’
A Week in Review
Clearly I’m boring.
I’m having issues with Spring. Sure, the weather is great (except for right now) and the flowers are pretty, but I’m a newcomer to this whole allergy thing and I hate it. Should you be following me on Twitter (and you should), you are already well aware that it’s all I’ve been talking about. I realize that’s not exactly a selling point in joining me in the world of Twitter, but if you’re a victim of the pollen plague then maybe you’ll find solace in hearing me bitch. So, as you can imagine, this week I’ve been under the influence of Allegra followed by Zyrtec and a sea of watery eyes and tissues in the nostrils. But aside from that I’ve been counting down the seconds until this very moment, where I find myself in quiet solitude in Connecticut. Nothing but me, a cup of coffee, and the smell of the ocean, which actually just reminds me all those times I collected seashells as a wee tot and stored them in my room overnight only to wake up in a stench of salty fish. Yum. And speaking of fish and crustaceans…check out that lobster roll below — and the rest of the bits and bobs from this week.
Diet starts after this Pearle Oyster Bar lobster roll….
New everyday jewels by BesoBeso
I’m progressing in the world of home building.
The Stigmas of the Turtleneck
Turtlenecks have such a stigma, and most of them for good reason. For one, their name screams awkward. TURTLE.NECK. Pretty sure turtles have no necks and if they do it’s a gross wrinkly texture that stretches and squishes like a post-holiday fupa. There’s also the fact that most of us were stuffed into turtlenecks by our mothers when it was cold outside and we were too young to know any better. And then of course there’s those girls who still don’t know any better and continue to style their turtlenecks in an almost offensive manner. For example, I once met a girl who wore a white cotton turtleneck underneath a flamingo pink flannel. Yikes.
While all these stigmas should remain in the forefront of your minds when approaching the controversial top, I’d also like you to consider that, when styled correctly, a turtleneck can be a one-way ticket to polished elegance like Diane Keaton is Something’s Gotta Give or Giovanna Battaglia on an almost daily basis. Turtlenecks of the thinner variety can have quite a nice slimming effect, especially when paired with a high-waisted pencil skirt or baggier trouser. Chunkier turtlenecks, as seen here, look best when styled with skinny jeans or some flared denim. The key is to make sure the neck area isn’t too tight — no one wants forced double chins — and that should you decide to pair your turtleneck with a flannel that you’re not also pairing it with awkwardly fitting bootcut jeans and sneakers. Feel free to agree or disagree, though.
// photos by Emily Malan
As a blogger whose online presence revolves primarily around sharing sartorial choices, I really try not to repeat certain articles of clothing. Obviously there are some exceptions like bags, shoes, and underwear (scratch that last one, I’ve been wearing this bra for a straight week now and you didn’t know that, ha!), but for the most part I really try to mix it up. You come here to see something different and different I shall at least try to give you!
But part of me thinks you also come here to see some normalcy, and the truth of the matter is that I wear this shirt a lot. So much so that it was sitting in my dirty dry cleaning bag (note: this bag has been at the bottom of my closet since the beginning of October), and I started to miss it so much that I hand-washed it so it could be brought back into its normal weekly rotation.
At the risk of sounding disgustingly materialistic, I will say that having this shirt back in my closet makes me feel somewhat whole again. Kind of like when your favorite cheese isn’t at the cheese store and you try other allegedly similar cheeses that taste fine but really all you can think about is when the La Tur is going to be back in stock. Finally you get so fed up with trying different cheeses claiming to taste like La Tur that you go to a different cheese store, one that’s out of your way no less, so you can serve the creamy mound of
fat heaven at your next dinner party.
I’ve gotten off track here, but the point I’m trying to make is that sometimes it’s not worth $100 to take your load of dirty clothes to the dry cleaner when all you really need to do is hand-wash the item you’re missing. Certain fabrics may not apply, see tag for details.
photos by Emily Malan
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