paris-based label Surface to Air teaming up with Kings of Leon to produce capsule collection. Buffalo checks and red bandannas, no matter how artfully designed, aren’t my cup of hibiscus tea, but I’ll take this over $500 LiLo leggings w/ knee pads any day.
http://www.shopamano.com/index.php/shoes/fiorentini-baker-eel-black.html
I can’t help it; I love flat-heel bondage boots. The more buckles and straps, the better. All the trappings/aesthetic of discomfort in an actually comfortable package.
is it terrible that i was more inclined to buy this when i thought it was a crown of thorns?
JESUS CHRIST IT’S A TINY HAT get in the car. I cannot imagine a single person who could wear this without looking like a complete asshole, which I suppose is good news for incomplete assholes.
Dilemma: I have naturally sexytime unruly hair that I usually wear in a low ponytail to the office, with frizzy curlicues radiating from my skull. Gel or hairspray is not an option, since my skin has decided that now would be the proper time to become allergic to everything (srsly, I had to switch my shampoo/conditioner from Herbal Essences to some hippie organic concoction). So, I am looking for an innocuously pretty headband, no flower appliques or feathers, a step up from the plastic drugstore kind. A headband that I can wear to work without looking like Mary Tyler Whore.
The JCrew and Anthropologie headbands are cute, but $18 is a little pricey for a hair accessory. The idea of shelling out $32 makes my heart sob.
Although my wardrobe is usually as femme-centric as possible (I can’t believe I haven’t worn a skirt in 30 days! Gah), I like the idea of infusing women’s clothing with menswear elements. Then why do I find the newest trend of boyfriend blazers so odious?
The above is a $580 Chloe See jacket. And it looks really, really dumb on the model. I understand that the sleeves are meant to be rolled up to contrast w/ the volume of the unfitted torso, but I can make myself squeetarded without dropping like four-fifths of my rent.
And what’s up with the disingenuous “boyfriend” nomenclature? Not like this style would actually fit a male. It’s probably a way to present a potentially gender-transgressive aesthetic within a comfy heteronormative framework. Imagine if the looser-cut style were called “butch.” Hold on, let me put on my butch tee!
P.S. Fashion writers, can we please retire the descriptor “crisp” for button-up shirts? Maybe I’m just bitter because button-ups tend to bulge in unseemly directions on my bust-y frame, but if I see the stereotypical “effortless chic white shirt” touted again, I’ll boredsplode. Because there is nothing effortless about a wrinkle-prone, stain-eliciting, potentially sheer garment meant for people composed of breastless vertical planes.
these dresses make me want to sob, ANAKIN UR BREAKING MY HART. why must retro-stylized skirts come in exclusively non-petite lengths? the hem on the Veronica dress would probably hit the bottom of my heels.
