Posts tagged ‘tom binns’
The Punk Aesthetic
With tonight’s Met Gala and the opening of the new Punk: Chaos to Couture exhibit, I decided to put together a topical punk-inspired outfit for today’s post. When I first approached my closet with the “punk” mindset — Sex Pistols, Siouxsie & the Banshees, and Iggy Pop playing on full blast much to my neighbor’s dismay (the girl who lived in my apartment before me actually got kicked out because she held punk rock shows in my living room) — I was pretty surprised by how easily I put the look together. My initial outfit however was much more like a costume than something I would actually wear. Black jeans, ripped t-shirt, leather jacket, red plaid shirt tied around my waist, spiked bracelets, Doc Martens, thick black eyeliner and oxblood lipstick. It’s not that I didn’t like the outfit, I actually think I looked pretty awesome and hardcore, but I also looked like I was going to punch someone. So, I toned everything down to make it more Sonia appropriate since something tells me you don’t come here to see me dressed up in costumes, and if you do then I must really be letting you down.
I wiped off the lipstick, removed a good half inch of black eyeliner, and took off the red plaid shirt and spiked bracelets. I then added a pile of edgy necklaces and a safety pin cuff since the punks may as well have invented safety pins (fun fact: apparently a man named Walter Hunt invented the safety pin, but Sid Vicious made them cool). I also opted for my go-to black Acne boots instead of the Doc Martens. Even though I wear Docs from time to time, I just felt over the top. Like I was trying too hard. Which is probably what a lot of people think about punks. But that’s also what I kind of love about them. Here are these grungy, angsty kids with an I don’t give a hoot attitude, when actually it takes a really really long time to do a perfectly spiked mohawk. It’s also a serious DIY project to put safety pins all over your jacket — something I started and never finished doing in high school. So really, they give a lot of hoots. More than your average owl.
When I decided on a look that didn’t feel more appropriate for Halloween party than a jaunt around my neighborhood, I met up with Emily to take pics (duh) and she told me I looked pissed off in the photos. That’s the point, I replied. I was getting into character! Upon looking through them later however, I couldn’t help but notice that me looking pissed off also looks like I might throw up on you. But who knows, throwing up on fans could have been a party trick back in the day of hardcore garage bands where bloody noses were souvenirs because you weren’t afraid of a mosh pit.
So really, along with emulating the punk style aesthetic — with maybe too few safety pins — I also could be mimicking an artist’s signature performance trick and I didn’t even have to think about it! I feel so badass. Maybe I’ll go take a walk down St. Mark’s Place.
Schott jacket | Vintage t-shirt | Rag & Bone jeans | Acne boots | Alexander Wang bag | BaubleBar x Honestly WTF, Tom Binns, Pamela Love jewelry | Knockaround sunglasses
// photos by Emily Malan
Weekend mornings are easily my favorite time of the week. Even if I’ve been out late the night before, I can’t help but wake up early to enjoy a little “me” time to catch up on some reading, enjoy a cup (or five) of coffee, and greet the day.
While this doesn’t happen every weekend due to a number of reasons like brunch, hangovers, or forcing myself to stay in bed past 8am, I’ve been trying to take it easy these past couple of weeks as I gear up for Fashion Week.
Are you a weekend morning person or is night time your only way to go? I’m not just asking this for no reason, I really am curious. So tell me! Or don’t…
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
On Mixing Prints, Again…
This has been one of those weeks where all my clothes end up on the floor because I can’t decide what to wear (read: sick of everything I own). Normally I would just grab a dress or plain shirt and jeans and call it a day, but this week I can’t stop pairing prints!
There really is no rule of thumb when it comes to pattern mixing — at least in my opinion. People say you should find some kind of similarity between the pieces (i.e. color, shapes, etc) but really it’s a trial and error process for me. Does this plaid shirt look good with these polka dot shorts? Can I wear a horizontal stripe skirt and vertical stripe shirt? It’s really just like a puzzle and trying to find the right pieces that go together. And maybe sometimes I look like a five year old regurgitated out of the sale rack, but I’m ok with that.