It's easy to over do any look, but if you stick with similar or complimentary colors, then you're less likely to look like a 14 yr old dressed you with all of her favorite Forever 21 picks. I'm new to this pink thing, so I felt safe pairing it with a ton of black. The skirt, from the always trending Zara, is a mix of sweet pink and lace, which gives it a 'lingerie during the day' vibe. The peep-toe booties are Steve Madden, and feature reptile print leather and clear lucite heels. I'm telling you, they are amazing. And of course, what's a little silk, lace, and leather, without some STYLEBONE chains?
Somewhere between last year's wedge sneakers and this season's boyfriend fit everything, I gave peplum a second chance. I found it in this little crop tank from Topshop, in the loveliest shade of pale pink. So, okay, there's a certain je ne sais quoi to this entire look, that I may or may not repeat (probably not), but I'm glad I tried it out. I discovered several things: that I am a fan of pastel pink, and midi skirts (though I've always loved them) are more a friend to me than minis, and this summer, even though I wore some of the highest SPF known to man, I still got a hell of a tan.
And I'll tell you what, I didn't hate it. I was going through old pictures in a family photo album the other night, and came across my 8th grade graduation class photo. I went to a Catholic school, so everyday was the same getup: navy skirt, white peterpan collared shirt, navy wool vest, white socks, brown mary-janes. The uniform did what it was supposed to do- make everyone look painfully boring and free of distractions. So, any chance we got to dress up or down, we did so with the kind of exuberance one only feels when experiencing true freedom. Of course, I was cursed with the super strict parents who sent me to school in my uniform on dress-down...
In researching the history of the Canadian Tuxedo, I came across two different stories of how this fashion choice came to be. In one story, taken from a site dedicated solely on the life and stardom of the CT, some French designers, on their way to New York, were rerouted in Winnipeg, where they stumbled upon a singer performing at a bar. They struck up friendly conversation, and before they knew it, they were being invited to her wedding the following day, and they kindly accepted her invitation. It was there that the Frenchmen witnessed the groom's formal getup- an all denim tuxedo- his finest jeans, double-breasted denim shirt, and denim jacket for the special occasion. After the wedding, they...
Some days, I just want to wake up and get dressed without analyzing my entire wardrobe. I had a moment a while ago where I decided to purge my closet of any obtrusive clutter; an aesthetic cleanse, if you will. Floral blazers, gone. Sequin dresses (because honestly, who wears them twice?), gone. Ruffled shirts, gone. Peplum, I never liked you anyways, so gone. I had a perfect Cher from Clueless moment, when she's going through her closet, tossing every other top and skirt combo into a huge pile on the floor. It felt fantastic. Of course, with great moments of change and clarity, sometimes come great moments of panic and regret. The crying lasted maybe 10 minutes post donation, but...
