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Memorial Day, The Outfit
When I think about Memorial Day Weekend, a couple of things come to mind: cocktails, friends, grilling, and basking in sunshine — Mother Nature willing. So what does this mean for your outfit? I’m glad you asked (even though I didn’t hear you, but whatever) because I’ve broken down my ideal Mem-Day weekend outfit into a few necessities.
First off, you want to be comfortable. Not only do you need to be able to sit like a beer-bellied man passed out on the couch in front of ESPN (all class over here!), but you also need to be able to regulate your temperature. For me this means pants, preferably of the boyfriend variety, though I’d say yes to a husband pair too. The slouchier fit allows for breadth of room (i.e. extra hot dog), and means you can engage in all the outdoor activities you want since the issue of your skirt being blown up is, well, a non-issue.
This also means light layers. I don’t like to break out tank tops until I absolutely have to, so instead I opt for lightweight button downs and blazers. What’s nice about the button-down blazer combo is that it transitions seamlessly from day-to-night. This may not be a necessity for some of your weekend activities, but it’s better to be prepared than look like a naked and cold fool because you wore your tank top and didn’t bring something to cover up with in the evening. Having said that, not bringing a jacket is also a great way to pick up a gentleman, since only the most chivalrous of lads offer their coat to a woman clad in goosebumps. Therefore, if this is your way of fishing for men, don’t let me stand in your way.
Festivity should go hand-in-hand with your comfortable, climate-controlled outfit, and what better way to secure this than with a hat? Honestly, is there anything more festive than a hat? Birthday party hats, sombreros, crowns, bonnets — I can’t think of a festive occasion that doesn’t involve some kind of a head topper. Since this weekend doesn’t have a designated style of hat, I suggest you pick one that suits your face shape best. I’m partial to the straw fedora come summertime, but if My Fair Lady sun hats are your thing, then by all means…
And now we must address the shoes, because really that’s always a topic of debate. Since I’ll be on the grass most of this weekend, I will likely either be barefoot, sandaled or sneakered (footwear adjectives! Oh yes!). But were I going to a party where concrete or hardwood floors were part of the decor, then I’d leave those flat shoes at home. A pair of heeled sandals that won’t rip your toes to blistery shreds are absolutely imperative to warm-weather dressing. And if you’re concerned that your feet will hurt by the end of the day, don’t worry, I’ve found that most summer soirees end up with everyone barefoot anyways.
So there you have it, my key to Memorial Day dressing, otherwise known as what I’ll be wearing all weekend. Now let’s all make a face that looks like we’re peeing in our pants and count down the hours until the holiday weekend begins!
Ralph Lauren blazer | Theory shirt | Zara jeans | Max Studio sandals | Prada bag | Scoop hat | Venessa Arizaga bracelet
//photos by Emily Malan
Gauchos, Another Sartorial Breakthrough
OK, you’re probably thinking, “Great, here’s Sonia wearing a mish-mosh of prints again. Bring on the lecture on how to mix-and-match.” And perhaps you’re right; maybe my style has become predictable in that I’ve run out of new ways to wear the pieces in my wardrobe, but I’m not ready to surrender to that assessment. So hear me out. Unlike previous posts of me playing textile mixologist (in this exact same shirt no less), I am here to tell you about the Gaucho pant.
Much like Tevas and Mom Jeans (I swear, I’m almost done referring to them on a daily basis), Gaucho pants were one of my favorite pieces to make fun of as a teenager. I don’t know if any of you have seen Never Been Kissed, but Josie Grossie (played by Drew Barrymore) wears the most awkward pair of spandex Gaucho pants that only fueled the ridicule fire from me and my friends.
Much like sporks or skorts, Gaucho pants are basically a cross between capris and matronly, ankle-length skirts. They billow like a flag in a wind storm and will forever receive curious comments like, “Are those pants or a skirt?” — a direct quote from Never Been Kissed and a man at the engagement party I wore them to earlier this year.
The old me would have hated such questioning comments, convinced that someone or everyone was making fun of me. But as it goes with every coming-of-age story involving a lesson learned, my hatred toward Gaucho pants was quickly swayed when I saw this pair of printed silk Tibi pants many moons ago (I got them for Christmas). I first tried wearing them the night of New Year’s Eve, but my friends told me they wouldn’t be seen with me in public and that I’d never get laid in them, let alone get a midnight kiss. (For the record, I wore something slightly revealing and still went home by myself to a bowl of pasta). I have since worn them to almost every festive cocktail party in the past few months — the aforementioned engagement party, my mom’s birthday, and a 7-course dinner party — and know they’re not going to be retired any time soon. These billow babies may not be timeless, but they are certainly seasonless.
You see, not only do they allow for the breathing room of a skirt, but they provide the comfort of pants — very clutch for those of us who have a tendency to sit with our legs apart (I blame this habit on the all girls school education I had through senior year of high school). So basically what I’m saying is that since I’ve now adopted Mom Jeans and Gaucho pants into my wardrobe, I guess Tevas are the next step in my sartorial, coming-of-age breakthrough. Are you with me!? If not then just watch me look like an idiot in the gif below.
Zara blazer | Topshop shirt | Tibi pants | Gucci heels | Vintage earrings | BaubleBar, Vintage & Hermes bracelets | Gorjana rings
// photos by Emily Malan
In honor of Mother’s Day (it’s this Sunday for all you terrible sons and daughters who forgot), I thought I’d address one of the fashion stigmas they’ve bestowed upon the world: ‘Mom Jeans’. For those unfamiliar with the garment, Mom Jeans are the awkwardly baggy yet tapered jeans that sit high around the waist, sag around the butt, and are as unflattering to the female figure as a silk romper bunched up around the camel-toe. But back in the prime time of Mom Jeans, our mothers were not wearing jeans to make style statements and attract men. They already had our dads on lockdown, as is evident by giving birth to us and becoming moms. These jeans were built for comfort when driving in mini vans and station wagons to pick up us kiddies from school and do all the other kinds of schlepping our loving mothers do. (My mom cut the crusts off my sandwiches, did yours?)
It took me several years to get my mom out of Mom Jeans, and it was a slow and steady process — all beginning with the brand Not Your Daughter’s Jeans. I am happy to report that she is now looking and feeling babe-a-licious in the Sheri Skinny Jean, but in order to address the Mom Jeans stigma I asked to borrow the very pair she wore throughout my eighties/early nineties childhood. I also busted out some Wasa crackers because I have yet to meet a mom who doesn’t eat those (mine enjoys hers with peanut butter in the mornings). This station wagon also happened to be parked right outside my apartment and just felt all too fitting. Carpool, anyone?
Brochu Walker sweater | Calvin Klein jeans ca 1985 | Sperry loafers | Bottega Veneta bag | Wasa crackers
Worn with a standard cashmere sweater, Bottega Veneta bag, and leopard loafers (for the sassy mom), I made sure to show off the worst qualities of the Mom Jeans by doing absolutely nothing to them. Every time I tried to roll up a cuff or add a belt I kept saying to myself, “Don’t do it Sonia. Let these jeans have their moment.” So here you see them, having their glorious billowy moment, 7-inch zipper and all. I admit I was comfortable, but the poor fit was all too awkward to even go grocery shopping or walk Finn. Five minutes of Mom Jeans shame and I ran back inside to play tailor.
Ten minutes later and I was feelin’ sharp. Kind of like how my mom feels in her new skinny jeans. By cuffing her hand-me-downs a few times at the ankle to give them a more tailored tapered leg and adding a cropped sweater to show that there is actually a waistline around that seven-inch crotch to button closure, I actually felt more ladylike than I do in my everyday sausage casing denim.
With snakeskin pumps (keeping that sassy feeling I got from the leopard loafers, but elevating it five inches), a bib necklace, and my usual jamble of bracelets and bangles, I no longer felt like I should be eating Wasa crackers. Give me a fresh baguette with pâté and a glass of Pinot Noir!
And even though there was still a bunched up nature around the crotch region, I just viewed it as extra room for extra comfort which, need I remind you, is the essence of Mom Jeans! Talk about full circle.
Opening Ceremony sweater | Calvin Klein jeans ca 1985 | Coye Nokes heels | Zara bag | BaubleBar x Honestly WTF necklace
So before you go harping on your mom for her awkward fitting Mom Jeans, I leave you with this advice. Give her a break, because her jeans are actually more awesome and wearable than you think! Not Your Daughter’s Jeans? Please…Not Your MOTHER’S Jeans (even though they are, but you get what I’m saying).
THANKS MOMMY! LOVE YOU!
//photos by Emily Malan
In the Buff
If we were to play a word association game with the word “nude” a few years ago, I would have immediately jumped to Italian Renaissance and/or grandmas in retirement homes who wear squeaky nude reeboks, are savvy at Bridge, and dye their puff puff hair a lovely shade of lavender grey. Ask me to play the word association game today and I would respond with Tobias Fünke and/or Spring 2013.
Speaking to the latter, the naked color made several appearances on the runways last season. In the literal sense, Marc Jacobs stripped his models of pants for his spring runway parade and Pucci’s Peter Dundas was all about visible lady parts. Kimberly Ovitz nixed the whole idea of footwear and had her models doing the barefoot thing on a runway made of clay, however something tells me barefoot in a metropolitan city will only lead to foot fungi that’s just not worth the style statement. And then there were the likes of Jill Stuart, Reed Krakoff, and Katie Gallagher who put the nude hue onto actual garments of clothing, while other designers stuck to nude finger tips and heels.
Pulling inspiration from these runways — as we do — I put together a head-to-toe nude look that sparked a couple of thoughts: 1) I don’t hate it, in fact I feel quite sophisticated. 2) I especially like how each piece blends in with my skin and could really throw people off in a game of strip poker.
Schott jacket | Reiss sweater | Armani skirt | Zara heels
However, should such an excessively monochromatic naked outfit not be your cup of Earl Grey, allow me to introduce the biker jacket — a faithful friend who has only further proven her loyalty in these last few months as she just seems to make every outfit that much better. With a switch into black pumps and a bulky black leather number thrown upon my shoulders, you can’t deny that the previous outfit worthy of an afternoon tea is now more fit for a Happy Hour martini.
Reiss sweater | H&M shorts | J.Crew heels
And if the thought of too much nude in one look still sends you to Heebie Jeebie-ville, then let me just say that my strip poker team and I fully support Never Nudes. Cheers to the season of denim cut offs in public and the new season of Arrested Development on May 26th!
Full disclosure: I don’t know how to play poker, I am not on a strip poker team, and the one time I tried playing that game at a sleepover in 6th grade I called my mom crying and asked her to come pick me up.
// photos by Emily Malan
I complain about the subway a lot. It’s either overpacked, smells horrendous, or delayed when I desperately need to be on time. But as much as I detest it’s unreliability, it also happens to be one of my favorite sources of inspiration. I get a lot of writing material on the subway, and I also find a significant amount of outfit ideas while riding the L train. Though I hate to admit this, I am the ultimate creeper on the subway and take snapshots of outfits or pieces that catch my eye. True story: I took a photo of a girl wearing this bag last summer and went on a scavenger hunt to find it. Yes, I could have just asked her where she bought her bag but I lack those guts.
Photographic proof c/o my iPhone
Anywhozit, while scooting across town via the underground tunnel the other day I creepily spotted a girl who pulled off black, white, and denim better than anyone I’ve seen wear black, white, and denim; which is a lot of people considering it’s a common style combo south of 14th street. While there was nothing particularly “special” about her outfit — denim jacket, black skirt, white sweater — she had that je-ne-sais-quois-I’m-so-comfortable-right-now look about her that immediately had me regretting my choice of leopard jeans and bulky sweater that bunched up under my jacket. Ugh, why was she so cool?! And why are my sleeve holes up around my shoulders?!
I took a sneaky pic of the outfit as I was exiting the train (I KNOW THIS SOUNDS SKETCHY!!) so as not to forget it when I found myself in an outfit rut the following day. And now here you see me testing the style, though my I-don’t-give-a-hoot attitude is not nearly as convincing as L-Train-Girl’s — see pursed lip photo below.
Old Navy jacket (similar awesomeness) | Stray Heart shirt (launching this summer!) | Zara skirt | Pour La Victoire boots | Saks beanie | Alexander Wang bag | Karen Walker sunglasses
// photos by Emily Malan