I’m loving the revival of ridiculous blouses, over the top shoes, and rejection of all things minimalist. I can even get behind those jeans with the clear knees! But I’m not on board with the whole sweatshirt thing. I’m guilty of wearing shirts as dresses, and of rejecting form for functionality, but I’m just sick and tired of people wearing oversized sweatshirts with no pants in the name of fashion. I guess I’m that bitter person who just wants everyone else to be uncomfortable. What do you think?
This shirt feels like a mix between a tuxedo x maître d’ x Elizabethan shirt. It’s pure silk, and through some twist of fate I got it for 80% off at J Crew. I spent two months trying to figure out how to style it before I realized that it has a mind of its own. It’s the sort of shirt that you wear knowing full well that you look like a 1590’s nobleman. You just have to embrace it. I teamed it here with a little denim skirt I made, and some Docs to make it a little tougher.
dress- me, shoes- Doc Martens, jacket- thrifted, belt- vintage
I hadn’t done a really *public* photoshoot in a while, and had almost forgotten what it is like to have people slow their cars as they pass because there’s some crazy girl taking photos. Always a fun time. The outfit is a bomber jacket I found at the Garment District in Boston, pure silk, and pretty windproof. I teamed it with a little black velvet dress that I made for a school formal (any plainish formalwear, in my experience, can be repurposed for everyday wear), and my docs. The belt was a last minute add, but it makes the outfit just that much more interesting, adding a dash of rocker and a tablespoon of western.
What’s your favorite way to rewear formal clothing?
This past week, I was incredibly lucky and happened to be in London during fashion week. Predictably, I was shocked/ awed/ intrigued by the street style. How often do you see someone in a feathered hat, or sparkly shoes, all in the name of fash-un? What struck me the most was the pageantry of it all. It became apparent to me that street style is truly a contrived “art”. Not to be too cynical, but is it for the photographers? Is it for fame? Is it to document how many layers of pastel faux fur you can wear at once? It’s fun, sure, but it’s also a big show.
In the spirit of ridiculousness, I threw together this outfit. It brings to mind chocolate boxes and mid 19th century English schoolgirls, all at once. It’s fun, which in my opinion is what fashion should be. A method of expression, a bit glamorous, a little je ne sais quoi, all tied up with a big red bow. If you like it, then you should have put a bow on it.