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Oh good. Why go through the extra step of putting on leggings AND shorts (it's such exhausting effort, really) when you can have it all in one?
Images courtesy shopbop. Jeans by Ksubi.
This year, it would seem, has been the year of the quirky female pop star. "Quirky", in fact, seems too small a word to contain the ways in which the idea of the female singer has been subverted by the influx of new women. Challenging what is expected of the female performer, Micachu (of Micachu & the Shapes), Beth Ditto (of Gossip), the women of Royksopp's latest album, Florence Walsh (of Florence & The Machine) and Martina Sorbara (of Dragonette) are but a few of the women worth paying attention to, if only because of how un-Britney they are. [An interesting and related observation: the comments beneath each video are all debates regarding how attractive/talented/sexy/good their dancing is - is that really the point?]
Last night at Highline Ballroom I got to see La Roux, a group fronted by Elly Jackson who has, quite simply, the greatest reconstruction of the pompadour I've ever seen. She also just so happens to be a Mawi fan...
Also: her keyboardist was wearing the Christopher Kane for Topshop leggings and I was more than a little jealous...
La Roux returns to America in February to play Webster Hall (tickets: $25).
My love affair with Some Odd Rubies is several tortured years old. Mastering in the art of reworking vintage fabrics into the perfect dresses, skirts, and blouses I allow myself only to visit when I know that I will not feel guilty for whatever money is spent. It is really impossible to go and not shop and to shop and not buy. My collection, though adequate, is a reflection of that self-suppression. In fact, I had a few more pieces that I have lost or donated to others, the most incredible being a velvet burgundy blazer with orange-red and ochre vintage velvet flower applique that I adored. Sadly, it was too big and unalterable and had to cope with its loss. I suppose it is better to be with someone who can love it and wear it rather than sit in the archive of my closet (something I am learning to be better about - for instance, finally cleaning out a dress I wore to a Bat Mitzvah that I have to just let go of already).
My first dress, sadly, due to my inability to cope with not wearing it all day every day and the terrible way I abused it, has since deceased. I share, now, the four remaining pieces. The prints, the silhouettes, the juxtaposition of contrasting fabrics or textures (for instance, the padded effect on the blue and black dress or the use of exposed brass zippers) are all evidence of a wonderful attention to detail. Not to mention the great prices (they are expensive - $300 or so a dress - but worth it) and the fact that though they are often "reworked vintage" they are entirely redone to become something Contemporary not just a slightly altered 80s dress meant to be worn ironically.
Located at 151 Ludolow Street in New York in the heart of the Lower East Side (they are 2 blocks below E. Houston) it is well worth the trek. They are open from 1:00pm-8:00pm on weekdays and 12:00noon-8:00pm on weekends.
Only now on my 24th year on this planet have I learned the joy of separates. I blame 8 years in private school and having to develop a sense of style only in those few "Pants Days" that arrived infrequently throughout the school year, where inevitably hours were spent looking for the perfect outfit so over-the-top so out-of -ontrol so un-uniform that who had time to think about jeans? I was busy finding ways to wear 4" heeeels (for an 8-hour school day).
I no longer wear heels and, in fact, am enjoying my early 20s as I come to develop not only an appreciate of separates but a concept of "casual wear", an entirely novel idea, one that I still haven't quite eased into. This is a rather embarrassing confession, especially at this time where people barely put pants on let alone get dressed up. I've decided, in fact, that perhaps I should start investing in t-shirts (!!!) and jeans - and slowly but surely I am doing just that - and that I can step outside of all the formality.
While I have tackled the LNA deep-v and have found the one Alexander Wang t-shirt that doesn't have a booby pocket (what is that about??) overall I must say I find the t-shirt thing rather confusing. $80 is the going rate for most of these Fashion Ts that are seen everywhere by the likes of Kain and Monrow and, frankly, if I am wearing gauzy distressed cotton through which my bra shines I might as well just go and spend the still unGodly $40 at American Apparel for some oversized mens shirt for the same effect.
Here I present some alternate ideas:
Complex Geometries creates unisex t-shirts that all begin as the simple crew-neck t and evolve into something wholly different. Some have been exagerated on one side, other cut and twisted, still others with silk ties and cowls. They're beautiful and intriguing and avant-garde.
A discovery I made this morning is a website called Blood is the New Black. From what I can tell it is a site that brings together diverse t-shirt designers and provides a forum to access their various ideas. They're quirky, they're strange, some are downright f*cked up but I rather enjoyed the reasonable prices (most are $10) and the blend of humor and art.
My newest obsessions are the t-shirts offered at LF this season. They are unbelievably soft and reasonably priced and come in a myriad colors.
Orange Ring by Bora, Other Ring from Mom, Nail Polish "My Private Jet" by OPI
Available at 1st Dibs, these charming shorts... short/harness combo... have bewitched me. I honestly do not understand how these would even work. Do you step into both elements at once? Does that... strap stay put? Or is it like when you wear chiffon over nylons and think "I look adorable" in the comfort of your room and then get off the subway and suddenly realize that the chiffon has bunched up in your thighs or is clinging in other inappropriate and uncomfortable ways and you spend the entire day adjusting your outfit as you walk for fear of your now unnecessarily cheeky and obscene ensemble? I also imagine that that particular place in the inner thigh that gets highlighted by the harness element is not a place anyone really should be highlighting.
Nonetheless, if they were, say, $120 and not $1200 I would totally buy them just for the fun of having inappropriate studded leather shorts with a matching harness. Sadly, I have to settle for just imagining.
I lived in the city around the corner from the best coffee shop ever (yes, entirely hyperbolic, but I'll stand behind it). Since I no longer live on the East side and spend most of my time on the West my opportunities to visit have been limited. Some weeks ago I was in the area and craving an iced coffee. As I rounded the corner onto Stuyvesant Street I found myself face-to-face with a boarded up vacancy where once stood Panya, the delicious Euro-Japanese bakery and coffee shop I so deeply loved. I was horrified and outraged. I have coped with the way in which New York seems to swallow my favorite places: stores that go out of business, my favorite park in Alphabet City that featured a towering found art sculpture made of wood, plastic, and stuffed animals... but after so many of these losses mourning turns to resentment.
Two days ago I was on my way to St. Marks Bookstore to spend too much money on philosophy books (Deleuze and Zizek) and was delightfully excitedly pleasantly surprised to see hanging from the neighboring building a sign for the new and much improved Panya. I actually might have skipped over to see. Panya did not close; instead, it moved and expanded, an unbelievably exciting event. It was closed when I was there but New York Magazine has reported that they have officially opened as of yesterday. I cannot wait to get back to the city to visit.
Stuyvesant Street is located just off of 3rd Avenue above St. Mark's Place near Cooper Union and Astor Place. (And visit the bookstore while you're there, it's expensive but so well merchandised its irresistable.)