Today, I’ve chosen to focus on a few items that are regarded as atrocious by men*, but appealing to me. First up: I know that guys deplore caftans, and that many women as well find them impossibly shleppy, but my esteem for them is so great that it’s hard for me to believe that anybody objects to them on any level. Yes, they are shapeless; true, they add bulk. But I feel so pretty and feminine when I’m swanning about in one (because that is one does in a caftan; swans) that I wish they were more widely regarded as appropriate streetwear. I already splurged on a rather divine confection from Two New York, so I can’t quite justify going for this one, but that can’t stop me from dreaming.
It came as something as a surprise to me to learn that gentlemen object to platforms, and I didn’t quite believe it when my young cousin John informed me of this several years ago. But after having this double and then triple confirmed, I went on to decide I did not care: the ease with which they add a few inches to my height adds hugely to my self-esteem in a way that at least makes me feel more attractive, and if the opposite sex does not see things that way, then that’s a reality I’m willing to live with. The flatform—which is something of a red-haired stepchild of the platform—is not always a personal favorite, but Teva’s quite jolie laide (and surely deeply comfortable) iteration appeals.
Now here is one that is viewed with almost universal disdain: the drop-crotch trouser. But for those of us who are deeply committed to a slouchy look—and if you know nothing of me, I feel certain you know that—they can’t be beat. For some women, there will always be too many MC Hammer associations ever to give them a shot; I get that. I’ll never get past cowboy boots reminding me of Rodeo Day back in middle school in Texas. So I won’t push too hard on you to give them a rethink. I will add, though, that they are tops for (real or imagined) fat days.
*And here I realize that I am of course generalizing.
I have decided that it is far too hot out to be insecure about the state of my (highly imperfect) upper arms, and that I shall bare them with impunity. This shift in thinking has set me free, and possibly it will do the same for you. I have wanted this particular top for ages now—it would be so damn fresh as part of any white-on-white ensemble—and I’m finally thinking about pulling the trigger, jiggle be damned.
The clothing and accessories I find myself wearing all summer tend to fall into two categories: those items that are simply in high rotation—like pretty much all my white shirts—and those that get reached for so often it’s a little gross. These No. 6 clog sandals fall into the latter category. It has gotten to the point where I wonder why I bother even buying new summer shoes: both pairs I purchased this season languish in my closet, all but unworn.
So I’m wondering: should I go way out on a crazy limb and buy them in this pinkish metallic? The shade seems (improbably) versatile, and I am wildly tempted by them.
I know I keep banging on about how yuck and hot it is outside, but when the weather takes a turn this hideous, I can consider little else. And when it comes to dressing for the temperature, I—like so many others—find it refreshing to do so in shades of white. First off, it doesn’t absorb sunlight the way darker colors do and make you just feel hotter, and secondly, it just comes off so damn crisp on days when you are feeling anything but. I love the raw hem on this denim skirt, the fact that it has a nice amount of stretch, and also its perfect just-above-the-knee length.
Short sleeves and an oversize cut here just look very fresh to me.
I adore white jeans, but they can be on the heavy side when temperatures skyrocket. So I’ve elected to show these breezy, nicely tapered linen pants instead.
I just bought this shirtdress on sale at Maria Cornejo and am getting crazy wear out of it already. It’s actually not white but a light, light shade of silver that is just so good. Exciting bonus for GOACA readers: from now until July 18, enter GOACAFREE at checkout and get free shipping on any Cornejo order!
I know I face wicked backlash for featuring any shorts here at all—they appear to me among your most despised articles of clothing. But I love the idea of these with a great big slouchy top.
I wasn’t quite sure about these army pants with floral embroidery when I saw them on The Great’s website. Patterned pants are never quite my thing, and the choice of flowers seemed especially twee. But, as it turns out, to wear them with an oversized white button-down—as I am at this very moment—is to feel like you’ve got a little bit of a look going on.
A while back—in who knows which post—I mentioned I was working on a fun little project, and now I can announce that it is a collaboration with jewelry site Iconery. My wee collection is inspired by the intergalactic stylings of 60s pop artist Peter Max, and I’m pretty thrilled with how it turned out.
I cannot lie: it’s on the splurgy side. Decidedly on the splurgy side. But, as in the case of this pace diamond star necklace, so, so pretty.
And these star stud earrings are tiny little bursts of perfection, if I do say so.