My sister turned 18 last weekend so we decided to take her for a night on the town. JK, it was dinner followed by lotto ticket purchasing, in which she stumbled with her "puh-po-powerball with a puh-ower-flay-play" request. Anyway, none of us are richer after that but I did wear this cute top I bought secondhand. Blue and black with little puffed shoulders.
...that my boyfriend has already stolen. It's because it's just that cool and that perfect. I've been looking for one of these but waiting until I found one dark enough so I could go everyday with it. And then, I stumbled upon this one in the men's section. Darker shade of camo, a hood and sweet plaid detail in the pockets. Damn, 16 dollars never looked so good.
Here I go, letting The Wearist take the backseat to holiday parties, time with family, a nasty flu. Life. I haven't had time to capture outfits lately, but I did snap this one from two weeks ago since it features my new favorite staple: the charcoal coat. It's got a sweet, blousy shape, a collar that I can only describe as awesome, and cool ass sweatshirt like cuffs that emit a city-sporty edge.
'Tis the season! 'Tis the season for gift guides and panic attacks on December 24th. Since everyone's doing it, I've gathered a few items that would make anyone rush to write you a thank you note. Oh, and everything is under a hundo.
Here we go, clockwise from top left.
1. A neon hat. Okay, maybe this is just me that wants one but I've got to say a cute winter beanie is appreciated by all at the end of December. Topshop, $20.
4. Monogrammed anything. Super in monograms lately and I'm loving this simple gold cuff. It's a perfect, personalized gift that would mean a lot to any one. Well, if the initial is right. Anthropologie, $58.
5. On the flip side of personalized, there's the gift card. Yeah, I went there. Who hates a guilt-free shopping trip?
Winter peaced out yesterday so it was my last desperate chance to ditch the tights and don bare legs to work. Ironically, or is coincidentally, I nicked my knee shaving so I essentially wore this pretty pencil skirt, bare legs, and a bloody knee. First seen here (along with a tan, ugh), I love the mirrored lace and the front slit. One day I'll wear it with something other than white.
Last week I went to the Museum of Contemporary Art to see streetstyle god Scott Schuman of The Sartorialist say some words and sign some books. I'll start with the words. His photographs are undoubtedly beautiful, but I clung to what he said about what he hopes they do for his readers. While most photos of a fashionable, trendy person are meant to tell a story (who are they, what do they like, are they crazy, etc), Schuman wants his photos to start a story. Is that gorgeous girl in Paris wearing socks with sandals and should I do that too? Should we start talking about Spring 2013? What is this galaxy sweatshirt all about?
After he spoke, we were herded to stand in line for two hours to get our books signed and, to my surprise, our hands shook. I was not prepared for the hand shaking since I had my book in one hand and my queued up phone in the other (to get the below picture). I ended up fumbling for what seemed like five minutes just to touch the damn man. I was also not prepared for him to ask questions. How are you today? What do you do? Oh a blog? Do you have a card? I gave him 10 cards, almost the whole wallet, and walked away on top of the world. A very stylish world.