(Alexander Wang cardigan, thrifted Ralph Lauren shirt, American Apparel shorts, Forever 21 stirrup leggings, vintage coin clutch, BCBG Mendel boots)
I get a lot of questions about what I wear when dressing way down, maybe to go out to buy let’s say..batteries and orange juice or something equivalently random but absolutely necessary. Or to be specific here, to the AT&T store (my iPhone troubles over the last few months have allowed strangely chummy relationships to blossom at this particular location). This flannel shirt is at the top of my list for comfort..there was a semi-depressing phase recently when I wore it for three days straight, including to sleep. Hmm yes well maybe more than semi. But a shirt to feel defeated in has probably earned its place by years of being broken in to rumpled perfection. So this is actually a good thing. Plus I think my dad has the exact same one in his closet, making it a legitimate ‘classic’. He calls everything a classic. Or uptown.
And yes though I’m (finally!) wearing the BCBG Mendel boots, which I think clock in at around 5 inches, this is one of my most favored lazy outfit templates. Huge shirt, tiny to the point of invisible shorts, warmish leggings, and drapey cardigan. Frye boots figure into this equation sometimes too, but the Mendels are probably the most walkable of my monstrously tall shoe arsenal. That ledge in the back provides some sort of stabilizing support that I’ll leave to a podiatrist to explain.
I’m in no way saying that this is the exact bottom point of how casual I get or that I think I look really good or anything, but what I find interesting about this more extreme area of ‘comfort dressing’ is the relationship it has with how much someone cares about style. For me there’s a point of bland dressing at which I no longer feel comfortable because I don’t feel like myself anymore, but I can’t assume that this is a common way to regard lazy days. There seems to be some kind of belief, at least in California, that if you wear anything aside from jeans or sweats that you’re automatically dressed up and have to be on your way somewhere that would validate such attire. But there are infinite ways to be comfortable that integrate personal style, and honestly I think sometimes the sloppiest pieces are the sexiest. I’ve never really cared what people on the street thought about my outfit so I’m not trying to gripe whatsoever, either about feeling different or not having any sort of fashion eye candy to check out on strangers. I just think it’s interesting that such a large majority of the population seems to have it ingrained into their minds that fashion and comfort are mutually exclusive, especially with the rise of the championing of street style and apparent effortlessness in the bubble that is the blog world.
(Kate Moss for Topshop dress, Frye motorcycle boots)
I accidentally checked into a really creepy hotel in LA on Thursday. As in I meant to be in a hotel but it was supposed to be….not this. There was something Al Pacino in The Devil’s Advocate about way too many people lurking in the corridors and I kept on giving myself heart attacks by leaning against this crazy black button while plucking my eyebrows, which against all common sense would cause the toilet to flush in an extremely abrupt manner. So I wheedled my friend Chris into exploring its weirdness with me, or as the exact conversation went:
Me: “What are you doing, I’m in a hotel and have no one to ransack the ice machines with.”
Him: “Well I do want to see if I still fit in one.”
I changed into my favorite floral dress and half an hour later we were united and off to mingle with the extremely varied guests. Well, after he took this beautiful piece of artwork off the wall for me to pose with awkwardly. I would have said I would never stay there again but after the amount of randomness that ensued I just might..even if it was only to steal the no hanger sign which I idiotically didn’t this time around.
(vintage sweater and jacket, American Apparel satin shorts, Jeffrey Campbell x LF boots, Alexander Wang Diego bag)
Sunset/drinks/takeout/home. One of the more obvious successions of activities. Knits are sometimes best when nondescript…I feel like a photo of this one might show up in the dictionary under the sweater entry but I love it’s wide boxy cut. I threw on this jacket at nightfall mostly cause it was lying around in Colin’s car acquiring a slight rubber smell. Right after we picked up our order we looked up to the blue glow of this surreally exaggerated moon. He had me stand in front of it and I did so a little skeptically but he caught it with a steady hand.
Photo by Christophe Wu
Since a fair number of people commented on the gold dress from the previous post – here’s a better shot of it in the form of an outtake from a shoot I did with Elle Japan last summer during my brief dark brunette phase (I actually want to go back to a darker color eventually but am done screwing with my hair..too traumatizing when things go wrong). Randomly enough, this thing is by Arden B….I think I’ve set foot in that store twice in my life? I’m pretty sure it’s the embellished denim and colorful faux fur that scare me away. So I picked it up at a flea market instead.
I’d say this is an accurate representation of the state of my desk area at all times – tall glass of water with an inch left untouched (I never drink that last inch), stack of Ray-ban cases, odd pieces of jewelry, weird pointless object on the floor (in this case an unplugged lamp), discarded Balenciaga strap, and multiple pairs of scissors (can’t sew so I have to love them). Maybe add in my Macbook blaring music on the right since the pictured speakers broke last week and my Alexander Wang backpack hanging dismally from a tack below the clock. I’ve really spruced the place up in the last six months huh. The photos on my inspiration board probably change weekly..whenever I decide to decimate my latest stack of magazines.
Oh and also from the previous post – the mesh slipdress is by Madame Hawke, from New Zealand. And in the black and white photo I’m wearing a long skirt, not sweats haha. I’ll save that post for a brave moment and do it right with Havaianas and a cut up tshirt.
Combination of photos I took throughout my day today, odd iPhone shots, and unsorted candid shots by Colin. Ever since the new year started it’s been warm days, psychedelic sunsets, and beautifully depressing sights like fake snow littering entire alleys. But in a strange way it feels like it hasn’t even begun.
Therese Rawsthorne is yet another designer that I fell for in New Zealand. Her pieces are the exact aesthetic that I gravitate towards – seemingly simple designs that if you look closer are tweaked in ways that cross them over into being like nothing you’ve seen before. And well, I have a known weakness for all things floaty and white. And wearing them at my favorite oceanfront grassy cliff.
Breaking in some Christmas presents – two finger’s worth of YSL rings and these Miu Miu clogs which are the exact combination of way too high and almost ugly that I’ve been looking for.
(Elizabeth and James earrings, vintage sweater and clutch, American Apparel satin shorts, Jeffrey Campbell x LF Poland boots, bf’s H&M jacket, YSL ring)
Happy 2010! I was going to get all sequined up but then lost the motivation and ended up dressing more for comfort than anything else. Which included swiping Colin’s jacket for the night. I’ve been looking for a slightly more fitted version of it for myself forever now to no avail.
Thank you to Planet Blue for sending me this Soixante Neuf hammered knuckle ring – it got a redesign courtesy of one of their buyers and I love the result. Better shots of it on the way.
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