I’m a fairly pragmatic dresser. When I’m looking to buy something expensive, I generally pick something that I know I can use or wear frequently. That doesn’t mean I buy “basics,” necessarily, but I know my own tastes and tendencies and I try to pick things that fit with them. This crazy-gorgeous Christopher Kane Animal Print Coat doesn’t fit those standards, exactly, but I’m totally obsessed with it anyway.
I love a full skirt. They’re the only kind of skirts I own, mostly because of their ability nip in an imaginary waist and create the illusion of hips on my mostly straight frame. They’re dramatic, forgiving and timeless, and the black-and-white splatter of this Tibi Printed Silk Gazar Skirt had me at the proverbial “hello.” Me being me, though, I had to find a way to put a motorcycle jacket with it, and that’s exactly what I did in our latest installment of Outfit of the Week.
By now, you guys have probably gleaned that I’m a skinny-pants-and-jacket kind of girl during the fall. I have little patience for tights and cold-weather accessories, on top of being a fairly practical dresser in general, so I stick with a formula that works pretty well and makes me feel like me. Nothing will make you second-guess yourself like having a potential option removed, though, which is why I really want to wear a dress this week.
I never feel more like myself than when I’m wearing all, or almost all, black. This wasn’t a new thing that happened when I moved to New York City a few years ago, which is a famous refuge for those of us that will wear black until someone finds something darker. Instead, I was the little girl on the playground in elementary school who wore black Keds when eveyone else’s were pristine white.
I have very specific ideas about what I want to wear this fall. To a certain extent, that’s true of me all the time – I’m one of those fashion people who has developed a bit of a personal uniform for herself after a couple of years in the business, and in the past six months in particular, I’ve become very good at focusing my personal purchases only on things that really make me feel like me.
During seasonal transitions, I often find that none of my clothes feel quite right. It’s like I can’t remember how I made outfits out of anything six months ago, or why I even thought such an undertaking with my current clothing options was even an idea worth exploring. Because of this, I’ve spent a lot of time dressing myself in my head with stuff that I can’t afford all at once, which brings me to today.
There are a lot of things to love about Karl Lagerfeld (and perhaps some things to loathe, if you’re not partial to his filterless public persona): his always-impressive creative direction at Chanel and Fendi, his commitment to dressing like a flamboyant, monochromatic sheriff in an old Western, his obsession with his cat, Choupette. My favorite thing about Karl, though, is that he’s in on the joke – Lagerfeld may seem self-serious to the casual observer, but over time, his behavior has indicated that he knows he’s a little ridiculous.
As I told you last week, Vlad and I were honored to be part of LUISAVIAROMA’s 7th Annual Firenze4Ever Event. The event, which gathers fashion and style bloggers around the world to celebrate Italian style, is magical in a way that I can only fall short in describing. Every detail is so thought-out, each gather, dinner and activity is more amazing than the next.
As you’ve probably seen, Vlad and I were in Florence with LUISAVIAROMA for its 7th annual Firenze4Ever event. One of the main parts of the exciting few days is having the chance to style our own looks on a model. We really had fun with it and put together three different looks with a feature on some of our favorite bags.
If you’ve ever woken up in the morning and tried to solve the problem of how to pick one outfit that will last you until well after dark, we feel your pain. In fact, I feel your pain right now – I tried to accomplish that feat this morning, and only time will tell whether or not I was successful. I do have some practice at all-day outfit crafting, though, so my hopes are high that I won’t look like I came directly from work beyond the requisite happy hour.