Archive for August, 2013
There are some things everyone says you must do when you visit New York that you really totally must, and one of them is braving the crowds to visit the the High Line park on Manhattan’s west side. It’s like an enchanted elevated oasis spanning 19 blocks and built—appropriately, in this city of pedestrians— for a stroll. Wouldn’t it be a nice gesture to show your support for this lovely space—which relies entirely on private donations—by purchasing this supercool white on white graphic tee? All of the net proceeds from sales will be donated to Friends of the High Line, and you’ll have a the perfect underpinning for a black blazer and jeans.
- Who doesn’t love a good campus novel? Here are the top 50. (Flavorwire)
- If you ever wondered if it could possibly be true that air guitar championships were a real thing, here’s your evidence. (Laughing Squid)
- Judd Apatow sure knows how to seek out promising, edgy female talent and light a fire under it: he’ll be producing a film that will be written by and star the brilliant (but forewarned is forearmed: uber-racy) comedian Amy Schumer. (Vulture)
- Apologies in advance to those of you who’d prefer that I never even get near this aspect of our popular culture, but the Breaking Bad fan in me just couldn’t not. (Slate)
- Naming vicious storms after after climate change deniers: we have to make this happen. (Adfreak)
The East Village design boutique Still House specializes in small hits of great style for not a whole lot of cash. I’m consistently delighted to see what rings in at under $100 at this place.
Look what happens to a West African Kente print when it’s rendered all in shades of black and grey: things go all techno.
The wooden lid is what makes this black ceramic sugar bowl so standout.
Arrow-print coasters so cute your guests will be fighting over who gets to put their drinks on them.
- What a very compelling collection of vintage pulp novels written by women this is. (Flavorwire)
- “I hate writing, I love having written,” and other moments of high cleverness, courtesy of Dorothy Parker. Just as long as we’re on the topic as woman writers.
- We have not seen the last of 90s nostalgia just yet: there will be a Reality Bites TV show. (Atlantic Wire)
- Actress Anna Gunn—aka drug kingpin Walter White’s beleaguered wife Skylar on Breaking Bad, wrote an op-ed piece about what it’s like to have so many viewers hate her character—and then displace the loathing on to her herself—and it’s quite compelling. It also makes being in show business sound really not fun at all. (NY Times)
- And finally: this is both the stupidest and most genius thing ever. (PSFK)
This may come as a surprise to those of you familiar with my oft-proclaimed affection for color and print (one that I’m well aware I pushed pretty far over the line last week) but the dirty truth is, black has been the dominant color in my wardrobe for going on 30 years. This has a lot to do with when and where I first developed my sense of style (in college during the 80s, emulating the hipster New York girls who listened to Siouxie Sioux and majored in Studio Art) but what back then came off edgy and cool now seems like the safest of all possible bets. Most of the time, I’m OK with this: black is so easy; it goes with everything—especially all the other black items in your closet—and it’s slenderizing. But if you’re not careful, black can start feeling quite same. Nothing can make you feel totally bored with your entire wardrobe faster.
It doesn’t have to be that way, however. Head to toe black is pretty easy for me to avoid these days, but on occasions that I do default into it, I take care to make sure there’s something interesting going on in the way of shape, or cut, or texture—or that the blacks are all mixing in interesting ways, which doesn’t sound like it really would be a thing, but is.
Case in point: the starburst-y stitching here is as standout as any print, but about a thousand times more versatile.
Pair that with the casual drape and leather trim of this cardigan, and you’ve got what could legitimately be characterized as a look.
Hear me out: as a tunic. With leggings and boots.
The side ruching on these curved pants gives them such a cool slouchy effect, and their elastic waist (you just pull them on, like leggings) makes them crazy comfy.
I actually really like the look of lots of gold or silver jewelry with all black, but this pitch-black ID bracelet is boss.
This coat is right out of the French fashion editor playbook: the lines are pared way, way down, but with details that count. Like the zipper that starts two-thirds of the way up, the quite subtle front pleats, and those ever-so-barely-there puffed shoulders, which might look prissypants on something less pared-down, but come off pretty great here.
I’ve got many bags of multiple shades—quite a few of which are from the days when I spent what I can now only characterize as idiotic sums of money on bags—but my day-in-day-out choice is something almost identical to this Clare Vivier messenger bag. It ‘s the greatest, lightest and most chameleon-like bag I’ve ever owned, just big enough to fit a laptop and the daily essentials without looking clunky. Seriously, if you were to look at the closet where I keep my purses, you’d never in a trillion years guess this was the one that, if the building was on fire, I’d lunge for on my way out. But there it is.
*This post skewed a little pricey, I know. Looks like IOU a Cheap Chic version of it some time in the coming weeks.
Like for actual shoe shoes. I own almost none. But they’re exactly what’s called for in the weeks that are almost upon us, when it’s too cool for sandals but not quite boot season either. The key is to avoid pairs that are too flat: there’s got to be something in the way of a heel—or, failing that, a thick-ish sole—or all but the tallest and willowiest among us run the risk of looking like we booked a one-way ticket to Stumpytown.
It would be almost impossible to stay in a bad mood with a pair of these shinypants loafers on.
And I love the subtle masculin/feminin vibe of this patent pair.
I almost never go for a loafer, but am attracted to the casual chic of these: they look like a pair of Vans cast in leather. Also, the thick rubber sole would add a nice little dose of height.
The shoe itself says grown up and together; the delightfully clunky sole says Doc Martens forever.