New York, New York
So…we are going to Tokyo tomorrow and I COULD NOT be more excited. The trip was a last minute spur of the moment decision to celebrate our anniversary, which means I didn’t have time to be the OCD level of overly prepared I usually like to be. Today is our last day to get our shit together before a 15 hour flight, and I can’t quite grasp my mind around the fact that we are going back to a place I always dreamed of returning. Tokyo is one of my very favourite cities in the world. The fashion, the food, the people, the Disney World…everything in Tokyo is just a little bit better than any of the other big cities we’ve had the chance to visit.
On the agenda over there thus far: a 4 days stay at Tokyo Disney Resort (YAY!), a visit to the iconic Robot Restaurant (YAY!!), go and did I mention the cosplay Mario Kart experience that’s in the books (YAY!!!). There is almost a heightened sense of reality while you’re over there, from the people to the experiences everything is just more epic, kinder, cuter, more interesting…weirder even! So safe to say, I’m going to have trouble sleeping tonight, because someone is a wittle excited. Also seriously considering dying my hair pink for the occasion. Thoughts? Anywhoo, this hasn’t been my most riveting piece, but I really should start packing! So, on a completely unrelated note, here is an #OOTD from our last trip to another very big and incredible city….
Calvin Klein beanie, Juniper & Blanc sunnies, Zara mesh bodysuit, Second Skin Overalls, Louis-Vuitton “Palm Springs” backpack and “Archlights” sneakers.
New York, New York
You know when you start writing something without really knowing what you’re writing about?…Well that’s me right now. We’ve literally been working everyday from 5AM-8PM since we returned from our lovely weekend getaway in New York, and safe to say I’m pretty brain dead. This may not the piece that wins me the Pulitzer, but at least the outfit’s kinda cute.
I fell in love with it when I saw my best friend, Millie Bobby Brown wearing it in the most recent Calvin Klein campaign. I think the fact thats she’s just warming up to puberty probably helped her fit in those cardboard stretchless pants better than I did, but what can I say, I’m never one to step away from a challenge. Besides, this gave me the chance to do that “Tight Pants” Jimmy Fallon dance all day which Peter thoroughly enjoyed. Look at that…I’ve managed to ramble on about nothing, just as predicted.
I guess if there’s one moral to today’s story it’s the forever recurring theme of “you do you” girl. You wear what you want to wear, even if that means recreating a look work by someone born in 2004 (that’s right folks, two thousand and fucking four), and it not being particularly flattering. Who cares! I got to look like a candy cane cowboy all day, walking around New York city, and I think that’s pretty badass. People are always telling me “I wish I could pull off some of the stuff you wear”, or “I love it but I could never wear that…” and the truth is that’s baloney!…the proof is in the photos that follow. Never let the prospect of judgement, the “rules”of fashion, or the fear of stepping away from the clothes allocated for your body type, detract from your potential artistic expression. I mean look at me, I dress like a clown practically everyday and have somehow convinced people it’s working for me. So don’t let any of of those little mean voices in your head, scare you away from putting on something that may make you feel magical…Cue in True Colours by Cyndi Lauper…
Adam Selman for Le Specs sunnies, Clavin Klein white and red denim set, Givenchy “Pandora Box” bag, and Zara boots.
New York, New York
Paris fashion week is about to begin on the other side of the pond, but it wasn’t so long ago we were attending a french brand’s show in New York. Well a french couturier later acquired by an american designer, but you know….tomayto, tomahto. It was the 30th anniversary of the brand I wore religiously in high school, and I was blown away not only by what I saw, but more so by what I didn’t see. Hérve Léger’s Spring/Summer ’16 collection didn’t have one bandage dress in sight, instead the line evolved to innovative surface design and high-impact textured patterns created by hand-weaved techniques like macramé, knotting and intricate floral appliqué work. Do not fear…the bodycon silhouettes were still very much present, but the addition of flared trousers to the line added an element of cool, that I couldn’t have predicted would look so damn slick paired with their particular aesthetic. Also, anyone putting bell sleeves on the runway this season has my vote, and the ones presented were beautifully structured and brought a contemporary edge to the style usually reserved for flowing fabrics. The collection was followed by a curated finale of retrospective signature pieces from 2009 until present. Each piece embodied the vision and the evolution of the brand’s iconic techniques and took me on a pleasant stroll down memory lane. One thing is certain…Heve Leger will no longer be a brand synonymous with school dances, YSL tribute pumps, or my closet archives. I want me some printed Hérve pants and I want them now!
I decided to commit to this NYFW thing, and wear the Wang leather and fur jacket in the hot hot heat
Dior “Technologic” sunglasses and missmatched earrings, Alexander Wang jacket, Nasty Gal blouse, Zara belt, vintage Calvin Klein shorts, Louis Vuitton “Petite Malle”, and Balenciaga boots later switched for Adidas “Superstar” sneakers.
I have been a couple Miami outfit posts behind before I get to my quick stint at fashion week, so i’m going to hash out all this lovely summer heat to get to the good winter storm stuff. There’s something about rolled up sleeves on a blazer that just screams Sonny Crockett doesn’t it, then add that in a miami context and I’m officially stylin’ in 1984. All i’m missing is a cigarette boat, an african american counter part and I can officially solve crime. To be honest i’m more familiar with the shitty 2006 remake, which works for me because I much prefer being Colin Farrell than Don Johnson for very obvious reasons. Colin Farrell is a dime. What a tangent this turned into…anyways this is me wearing my father’s Clavin Klein jeans after I massacred them with a pair of scissors, and crossing a couple streets. Enjoy!
Look Both Ways Before You Cross Me
Porsche Design aviators, Anna Dello Russo for H&M earrings, Rodarte tee, Rag & Bone blazer (similar), Vintage Calvin Klein shorts, rings by BCBG, Nasty Gal, Jacquie Aiche, and Tiffany & co., Arm Party consists of my Rose Gold Nike Fuel band (similar), House of Harlow (similar), J. Crew, Links of London, and Cartier bracelets and watch, Chanel pouch, and Miu Miu shoes.