Many consider this Sunday to be the nation’s biggest holiday. We’re not talking about Thanksgiving, New Year’s, or Fourth of July. Nope, we’re talking about the Super Bowl.
This year, the Denver Broncos will face off against the Seattle Seahawks and Bruno Mars will be center stage as the NFL’s halftime performer. That just about sums up all I know. I’m on team fashun. You might be one of those people across the country that will attend or host a party filled with jersey-clad fans and plenty of chicken wings and chips. If you’re stumped on what to wear — sporty but stylish is the goal. Read on.
Sweatshirts and sneakers? Yes, please. A fuzzy blanket to lay on when the new super-hyped commercials hit the air? Uh huh. Cute options abound this season, so go with team colors or something just plain cool, and bask in the comfort of streetwear. Opt for classic drop crotch sweats on bottom and cool sneakers with your team’s color. A color-block sweater has never been more appropriate, and neither have a pair of striped athletic socks. This might be one of those days that I eat whatever I want.
MSGM Colorblock sweater // StellaMcCartney pants // Twins for Peace low-tops // Pierre Hardy cross body bag // Fitbit Force to track how much you didn’t workout on Sunday // Yves Delorme orange throw // Nambe server for chips and dip // Party Pong table for those who like to have fun more than anything else. Game on.
If you love bold intricate prints like I do, get ready for the Brit-based label, Peter Pilotto set to collaborate with Target on Feb 9th. The buzzy hallucinogenic prints, in the name of high fashion, clearly stand out in a crowd. But even more impressive, based on the Target lookbook, is that these intricate and beautiful digital prints in reds, oranges, greens, blues and black and white, seem to translate well to the Target audience. (hehe)
I recently recovered from the last high-low collaboration that hit the streets. It was a sheer success, selling out in mere minutes, (I was up at 4am), both in-store and online, causing the online site to inevitably crash. I got lucky and bought the pick of the litter. White leather pants. A metallic jacket. For nearly pennies compared to the real thing!
On the Pilotto and Target marriage, the silhouettes, for one thing, translated very well to this affordable surf-inspired collection. The peplums pop, the pencil skirts are still tight, and the tailoring and draping remain skillful. Doesn’t look like a Target lookbook to me. And the good news? Net-A-Porter will be carrying just some of the items for those of you wanting to purchase online.
What’s destined to go fast? These printed sunglasses. These slip-ons sneakers.
I don’t make any determinations about the actual quality of the fabrics until I touch and feel them, but at prices under $60, who cares? See the entire cookbook here and start setting your alarms.
Us New Yorkers love to complain. Either its too hot, or during the deep freeze, über decides to raise its already sky-high rates, or the fact that the upcoming Superbowl crowds and impending 574,857,209,384th storm might wreak havoc on our city. Yesterday it snowed, and after asking on Twitter why frostbite wasn’t trending, I found it. Hashtag #itsfuckingfreezing. The smiles through my wind-blown hair will only last for so long. Let’s face it, winter sucks. The way I see it, I’d much rather sweat, than lose all feelings in my fingers care of a vicious cold front. Unless I’m skiing in the Rocky Mountains, that is.
The only road block presented here is a fashion conundrum. Trying to look chic in this weather is borderline irritating. Ditto repeating the same sweaters over and over. Sometimes I just want to wear all black, you know? But black can be draining and downbeat as much as it can be slimming and chic. And if not on these sunny winter days, when else can I try out a color scheme of navy blue in all its inky expensive-looking glory? Answer: never.
The good news is, I am abiding by my New Year’s Resolutions, trying not to shop, and although shoe options this time of year are bleak, I am sticking to self-taught layering tactics that lead to a simple fashion uniform that is unfailingly chic. And because black is a little outmoded, its navy or bust.
Photos: Lydia Hudgens
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I’m sick of winter. It’s still January, so figure, fifty more days of frigid weather still in front of me, I am re-imagining the many ways to wear my boring black layers. Today on the battlefield, I had on a tank top, fleece-lined tights, jeans over that, a turtleneck, a big chunky sweater, wool socks, a down coat, a neck funnel, a fur topper and despite my best efforts, it was still hard to breathe. In spite of all these obstacles, I am marching on in the sleet and slush, and daydreaming of spring and sunny days to come.
In the midst of this helluva Polar Vortex, I could a: move to warmer climes, b: purge my closets of the collective clutter, or c: plan an inspiring new wardrobe. What do you think I chose? Screw the elements.
Sophie Hulme mohair coat get a similar one here // Miu Miu metal cap toe Skate sneaker. I love the combination of all-white and silver with a pop of red. I”m not a red girl but this may be an interesting opportunity to explore the unknown. Boyy Front row only clutch because since Fashion week is just around the corner, its front row or nothing. McQ Alexander McQueen silver necklace and a planner for 2014 to scribble all your appointments.
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But going back to the above thought, I could move to LA.
It always seems like the better coast, but I can’t say I would be one hundred percent happy there either. Besides the beautiful weather, there’s too much traffic and smog, they order bagels from people who don’t yell at them, they don’t care about New York pizza. Epic fail. They legally smoke weed, surf, go to work in flip-flops and drive Priuses. I could eat avocados and do yoga all day long.
But, I am going to stick to the city I love, with the white fluffy stuff and the constant smell of pee. New York inspires people to accomplish great things they could not imagine anywhere else. There is always greatness just around the corner, like the pipe dream of more closet space. I am going to clear out my closets, and make room for the wonderful things in 2014. And dream of summer…all it takes is a little bit of MAGIK.
If my recent laid-back Je ne sais quoi lifestyle is any indication, I have been opting out of the well-heeled existence, leaving my heels at home, and yearning for the cool simplicity of sneakers. Bored of my Isabel Marant wedge trainers, I have been on the hunt for pure white sneakers.
When the 1973 Adidas original Stan Smith sneaker announced a relaunch, before I could hit the “Yes, please” button, they were gone. That is a clear signal that it has already hit the ground running faster than I did back in high school trying out for the tennis team with the original Stan Smith on my feet. Although I didn’t make said Varsity team, I am now on team Céline and unofficial mascot of the fashion set. Phoebe Philo who has been sporting Stan Smiths for seasons, wore these at her most recent show in Paris and when Philo says” jump”, the fashion world asks how high, in what shoes?”
So, besides Kanye West, who was spotted on the streets in his green and whites, will you go back to these?? Get on the waitlist.
How cool would it be to be a French style sleuth? Admiring French style from afar, and mastering that Je ne sais quoi are two totally different things. Style is 100% personal, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for improvement. Basically, if you are a) female and b) have a pulse, you’ve tried to emulate Kate Moss’s iconic style at some point in your life.
It’s maddening that I am not French. Merde! (I even like their curse words.)
I wasn’t born in the back of a Citroen.
I don’t smoke cigarettes. (well, never say never)
I don’t wear slip dresses because I don’t like wearing bras.
I don’t do coq au vin, baguettes, andouillettes, eclairs and fondue without worrying about gaining weight.
I am learning how to age gracefully.
I am wearing the minimal amount of makeup.
I am taking care of my skin.
I want to look just like Catherine Deneuve when I age. N’est-ce pas de moi un citoyen français?
Always on the hunt, pinning and studying effortlessly chic ensembles, I think I cracked the code. And it’s devastatingly French.
Do: black skinny cigarette pants with the ankle showing paired with a white crop top or striped shirt. Topshop sweater // Acne Cig cropped trousers. Wear with flats, these are metallic Fendi wonders. Top it with a IRO patterned bomber bouclé jacket and for the love of Stella, throw on a camel coat on top to complete the uniform. The accessories will make the simple outfit stand out with panache. A bowler hat by Topshop // Stella McCartney sunglasses // Vita Fede ring // Delfina Delattrez single pearl and lip earring // Balenciaga tote bag for instant chic // red lips and a lomography camera. Do it all and don’t forget to take notes.
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New York City, the capital of bipolar fashion, is having a breakdown and I’m its number contributor. Yesterday morning, I ran out the door with a pair of skinny jeans, a turtleneck, mens loafers, in head-to-toe black only to be told that I wasn’t dressing playful enough. and looked like a bag lady. Le sigh. Later that evening, I changed into a bomber jacket, a choker, and red lips, all smile-ready for the cameras at an evening event. Today, its back to a mini skirt, cropped sweater, and a pair of wedge boots. I am contributing to fast fashion as we know it, sitting on the proverbial couch for some retail therapy. It’s really hard to change, but I’m working on finding a uniform that defines me and my style. I think I discovered my look organically, plucking trends as a gateway to the core classics. And I’m OK with owning all of it.
photo: Who Wore What
These rules don’t apply when it comes to the designer Stella McCartney, one of the few artists that makes clothes for every hour of every day. Playful, and charming, I had the pleasure of meeting her this week as she dressed her muses in Spring looks such as metallic jumpers, yellow oversized coats, and white skinny jeans at an intimate breakfast in Soho. Watching her work her magic with a silk shirt and a pair of jeans, she makes everything she does look so easy, and that carefree attitude carries through to her clothes. As she was playing stylist with me she exclaimed, ” I cannot understand how can any blonde American girl not own more than one long wool camel-hair coat!?” She was shockingly honest and when I threw on the classic camel flat lapel coat, I knew exactly what she meant.
Stella prefers flats, simple dresses, pantsuits and easy-to-throw-on clothing that I can totally get behind. She has such a free-spirit, and is a beautiful person inside and out. Of course, she was in full fun mode when I met her, and I just fell in love. She has developed a witty, down-to-earth approach to dressing women like her: well-to-do, yes, but working women with lives of responsibility and complexity, women who have more use for a well-cut pantsuit for work or a roomy knit jumpsuit for hanging out with girlfriends than they do for a floor-length gown.
Check out the Pre-Fall collection down below — a mix of oversized houndstooth, big blanket sized coats, and menswear loafers. Cool is the operative word. Sign me up.
January is a mixed bag of nuts. You start the New Year with a bang, trying or not to fulfill your dreams two weeks at a time. Your all-black wardrobe needs an injection of spring, yet it seems so far away. Your office needs a makeover, your face needs a smile and its time to bust out of the January blues. But, sometimes it’s not that easy.
If the word “Polar Vortex” didn’t enter your vocabulary last week after a grueling near Arctic week –one of the coldest on record, you were one of the lucky ones who didn’t get wind-whipped cheeks, blistered lips, and perhaps frostbite solely from entering the great outdoors. Baby, it’s cold outside, and damn those weather forecasters were right.
I learned firsthand that such accessories such as my hat, a pair of gloves, and a scarf would do limited justice on my numb frost-bitten fingers and toes, but trudging through the icy sidewalks with fierce winds demanded that I run from café to café, movie to movie, (I saw American Hustle, BTW) overloading on the consumption of hot beverages. Even the most thermodynamic winter coat wasn’t enough for bone-chilling temperatures like negative nine.
Instead of succumbing to the demands of the weather and hibernating, pretend you’re that you are a mammal that has to survive the elements, even for the five minutes that require you to hail a cab, and protect your dermis with tons of protective layers. The key word here is survival.
Layering is a must on the best of the frigid days, and here’s how I survived the subzero temps. You’ll start with a base layer made of either wool or cotton — a foundation that allows for multiple over-layers. Add a pair of leather, mine are from Isabel Marant, or vegan leather pants, these are 50% off that will ward off blustery wind tunnels right up your legs.
Then add a white shirt because nothing says clean and crisp more than the people over at Clorox and I can’t think of anything that would make my white shirt stiffer than that. On top of that throw on an ice blue sweater to go with the color of the way winter feels, icy and cold.
Next come the accessories, which include all things warm and fuzzy: a white fur neck funnel, a pom pom hat and a pair of blue velvet suede boots. Throw on a white jacket for the sartorial “wow” factor and you will be armed and ready for any wintry mix–even one for a polar bear. Don’t forget the multi-colored bag for every season and hold onto your hat. For realzz.
Before you head out the door, make sure to check your weather app to bundle up in style.
Photos: Lydia Hudgens
Here’s how you too can get the look and take my tips on how to the polar dance. Here’s hoping for warmer climes.
January is the best time to play catch up on all the movies I missed in the past year, because the days are short and the streets are deserted. Instead of culling more stuff from the red-hot mid-Winter sales, or eating my way through the Polar Vortex, I do a quick study on the endeavors of creative geniuses in the world of film.
Truth be told, I like to wander around the streets of Manhattan reinventing myself as a film critic, to see all the Oscar-worthy films before they broadcast the winners next month. Thus far, I saw a little Leo, sang to the Coen brother’s Inside Llewyn Davis, floated in Gravity, and cried during Twelve Years A Slave. I still need to see Her, and have yet to Do the Hustle. Although I have heard that Bradley Cooper dons hairrollers, and Amy Adams numerous iconic wrap dresses, (no spoilers please!) this 1970′s iconic movie about the world of con artists and mobsters seems to fit the way I’ve been dressing lately. Seen lurking around street corners, dressed in head-to-toe white, it seems par for the course. So in the 70′s spirit we go, in an ode to American Hustle, come hither the white boots, velvet clutches, and fluffy coats. All that is missing is the white fedora.
I like wearing shades of white in the winter because my skin is so darn pasty that wearing black does me no justice at all except show off how badly I need a glow. Here’s my style tips for those in the need of doing the hustle.
Photos: Lydia Hudgens
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