Jenny Lewis has been a major icon for me ever since I swiped my big sister’s Rilo Kiley CD’s in middle school. Her vintage-inspired style and perfectly undone red hair (i.e. my dream hair which I WILL attain one day) have had me smitten since I first saw her live with the Watson Twins back in the day.
I love the fluidity of her style; one moment she’s all 60’s glam femme mini dress-wearing goddess, the next it’s all hot pants, fedoras, and allllll the tomboy vibes. To be fair, the girl’s got amazing legs—I can’t believe she is almost 40!
Here’s a collection of looks that I’m leaning on hard rn for outfit inspiration (yes, even that mean-mugged Troop Beverly Hills look, obviously).
Is it just me or is New York really slacking in the creativity department? No, not the designers (well, not all of them; Thom Browne case-in-point (!!!!!!!!!!!)), but the fashion folks on the street. One of my favorite aspects of Fashion Month is pouring through endless Tommy Ton et. al. slideshows of those lithe (and sometimes beautifully un-lithe), unfathomable beings as they flit from show to show.
So, naturally, I took the bait when I saw the Refinery29 link to “70 Next-Level NYFW Street-Style Snaps.” I was able to get to photo 29 before drifting down to the comments section where someone brashly proclaimed “So basically, you can wear anything to fashion week, and R29 will call it chic.”
Seriously. I thought. Seriously!
Okay, I take that back. I honestly don’t think it has anything to do with R29’s vision of what is “chic” or “next-level,” whatever that happens to mean. But I DO think that, as a rule, anyone who dons a pair of overalls, looks like a lady, pretends to be ironic, or is wearing anything from net-a-porter will be photographed for some sort of photo blog FW situation. Believe:
Okay, so no one ever said I was the poster-child for wild dress. But, bro, if you’ve got the budget, the status, the influence, SURPRISE me! Push the boundaries. Dare yourself. Dare me.
Thank goodness that to make a rule there must be exceptions, am I right? After much sifting, I picked these as my fave looks from NYC.
I can’t say how excited I am for the London collections. I may be slightly biased but London is second to none in both designer and street style excellency. I can always count on the Brits to not only excite and inspire me, but remind me why I fell in love with the whole crazy world of fashion in the first place.
– The Fashion Serf
All photos via Style.com, The Sartorialist, Vogue.com, Vogue.co.uk, and Refinery29.com
A collection of images by Alessandro Garofalo from the Marc Jacobs AW13 show yesterday in New York.
Besides being visually stunning, I love that a ready-to-wear designer has enough gumption to truly rephrase the traditional blasé-faire of a standard runway show. Sure, the clothing is (usually) vastly different from show to show, but the formula (Xmodels + 1 runway + 1 billion bright white lights = fashion show) is typically the same. Besides the raving couture shows and whatever Karl may have up his sleeve this season, that’s usually how a show is run.
But Jacobs sent his models out twice, once lit solely by the all-seeing giant orange orb (pictured), and for the second time with the house lights flooding the stage. This fact not only emphasized the bizarrely beautiful runway design, but also proved that there was more than met the eye during the first (literal) go-around.
The best part? Whatever he may have been conveying by this setup (and the pared-down clothing it so effectively displayed) is up for interpretation. One Miss Nicole Phelps insists that Marc needed a break from the over-zealous design of the past few years. Personally, I think the idea was more concept-driven than ever. But, in all truthfulness, it’s up to you, the beholder. And seriously, what an incredible sight to behold. Ready? Discuss.
-The Fashion Serf
I’ve learned a thing or two from everyone’s favorite online beauty maven, Eva Chen. I trust Ms. Chen’s word. She may breathe beauty but the woman also lives fashion (what, former beauty editor for Teen Vogue isn’t fashion enough?). Eva never fails to provide some seasoned advice for us youngsters out there: always use a primer, never touch a blemish, get your beauty sleep, and, perhaps most importantly, always always always pick Proenza.
The brand’s prefall collection sees no departure from their infamously bold prints (who could forget the tumblr inspired patterns from their SS13 runway show?) with monocrhome trousers and shimmery abstracts. During the transitional season, however, we’re seeing more wearable fashions than ever; with sweet belted a-line dresses, colour blocked separates, and statement pointed-toe pumps, Proenza delivered everyday wear with a patterned punch. Here’s a collection of my favorite looks, all images via Style.com
And don’t forget, they’ve recently launched a (very small) jewelry line.
What I wore as the blizzard began ripping through my town. Okay, so it wasn’t the sixteen inches we were promised, but the winds were absolutely wicked. The weather has been preventing any decent posts lately so today I decided to bear it for the sake of my precious readers. Just kidding. But really.
I had to post almost all the photos P took because they were all so fun! Sorry for the overload.
Here’s the breakdown:
- Wool coat: Macy’s
- Kitten Sweater: vintage (taken from my childhood wardrobe, circa 1997)
- Skirt: Asos UK
- Tights: Calvin Klein
- Lasercut Wedge Booties: Modcloth (old)
- Neckalce (worn as bracelet): thrifted
- Earrings: Vintage, last seen here
- Pear Pin: Vintage
- Hair bow: Primark UK
I hope everyone has a great holiday and safe travels.
Until next time,
–>The Fashion Serf
“You know the message you’re sending out to the world with these sweatpants? You’re telling the world: ‘I give up. I can’t compete in normal society. I’m miserable, so I might as well be comfortable.'”
– Jerry Seinfeld
I hate them.** As much as I can get behind the ‘athletics-inspired’ trendiness of the post-Olympics season, I will never be seen in public sporting a pair of fleecy grey (or any other colour, for that matter) sweatpants.
Why is this? you may ask yourselves. Why is it that a perfectly respectable young college girl could not fathom the benefits of sweatpants on a brisk overslept morning of exams? I will tell you, young grasshoppers. There are a number of reasons I detest these ‘sweats:’
Namely, it is because I care about aesthetics. I don’t just admire them from afar, I want every aspect of my life to be visually pleasing. If I’m having one of those not-so-rare off days, my aversion to gymwear in public is even more severe. If I’m feeling crummy or inadequate, I attempt to make up for it by looking polished or at least interestingly risky. Just as anyone would feel awkward while sporting their laundry day unmentionables in the midst of a two hour lecture, throwing on a pair of oversized, ‘comfortable’ pants on a day where I’m already not feeling myself will only make me feel more uncomfortable.
Secondly, while wearing sweatpants out and about (walking to school, on the bus, god forbid, at a restaurant), there is a horrifying swishiness of fabric about my legs. The rough, overwashedness of the once-fleecy lining of a pair of sweatpants scratches at my thighs and provides a constant reminder that I could fit several legs inside the width of these pants. I’m obviously a big proponent of a fitted trouser and will gladly slip into the odd wide-leg denim, but no matter what famed fashion house comes out with a line of designer sweatpants, there shall be no excess of fleece shrouding my legs anywhere besides within the comfort of my own home.
Furthermore, in this day and age, there is absolutely no excuse to don sweatpants in public. The equally comfortable and infinitely more chic cousin of the sweatpant, the legging, is always at your black letter day service. So the next time you feel the urge to reach for those sweatpants, streamline your look with a pair of black leggings. Heck, even throw on a pair of bright red ones! They have an instantly slimming effect and balance out that oversize sweater you want to crawl into during the height of your winter cold. I’m not alone in my thoughts. Trust me, the world will thank you.
Until next time,
–> The Fashion Serf
** Yes, hate is a strong word. I will admit that I love a good sweatpant-clad Sunday while drinking a strong red wine and crying gently to yourself over the end of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Again. But my hatred of the aforementioned sad excuse for legwear largely stems from the hoards of bubble letter writting, non note-taking, collegiate coeds who think it’s appropriate to show up to a formative presentation proudly wearing their high school softball team’s warm-up bottoms or any variation of the sort. Let me tell you, it’s not appropriate. It’s foolish.
Fun fact of the day: snø is the Norwegian way to say snow. This is what I wore on the morning of my town’s first sprinkling of snow:
- parka – stolen from sister
- chambray shirt (underneath) – thrifted
- wool sweater – vintage
- mini bodycon skirt – Urban Outfitters
- over the knee stockings – Asos UK
- tights – Primark UK
- knee high boots – Patagonia (last years’ Christmas present from P)
- telephone pin – vintage
- bauble earrings – thrifted
I. Love. Winter. So many chunky sweaters and layering possibilities! Options are endless, especially when coziness is the goal. This season is the time to toss the idea of always being flattered by your clothing choices and call in your fisherman’s sweaters and flannel-lined trousers. Although, if you’re gong seriously oversized, I suggest a balancing scheme: bulky up top, fitted on the bottom, and so on.
As I’m typing this, my cozy little house is getting doused with a fresh blanket of snow and my kettle is whistling away. Time to break out the snow boots!
->The Fashion Serf
I need an oversize leather biker jacket. These are my dream jackets.
Here is the criteria they have to pass to become dream material:
- Should be exorbitantly expensive
- Should be a classic colour
- Should be exorbitantly expensive.
Check, check, and check. Dear Santa…
Style inspiration: Heathers (1988) starring Winona Ryder and Christian Slater. Full post here!
What I wore today, on this lazy Monday. It’s been unseasonably warm these last few days making for a rather wet and foggy climate which I can totally dig but which also leaves me wanting to stay hidden away indoors with Anna Karenina and a piping hot cup of earl grey.
This weekend the social butterfly in me was in full swing, however, while attending my city’s first-ever Improv Festival. It was such an incredible accumulation of talent. My sincere congratulations to my closest confidant, Lois Louis for more than one spectacular performance.
One last thing to note: my sweater is Donna Karan. Yes, a real life “designer” is clothing my pauperish body, it’s true! No, I did not pay the requisite 350 smackaroos for said sweater. I got it at Opitz. I got it at Opitz for five dollars. What is this Opitz’s you ask? Solve the mystery by clicking this link.
In other news, here’s the breakdown:
Hat: Asos UK (last seen here), Jacket: Macy’s, Sweater: Donna Karan at Opitz, Leggin’s: thrifted, Crossbody: thrifted, Brogues: Asos UK (kinda like these but not), Necklace: Mawi London, Rings: all vintage/thrifted.
Until next time,
->The Fashion Serf.