You just can’t mix grey, pink, and black together nearly enough for my taste.
I’m not one to attach expiration dates to articles or styles of clothing based on one’s age, but I do believe distressed jeans are probably best left to the kids. And yet: these appeal. Possibly because it’s winter, and white jeans in winter always look so chic, and because they’re nice and slouchy—in my book, the only way white jeans should be—and then also because the light on light shreddiness to me looks maybe interestingly deconstructed rather than calculatedly edgy. Thoughts?
You say crazy, I say crazy genius. (But alas, too crazy pricey for consideration.)
This Alexander McQueen leopard print scarf with skulls is so excellently lady badass.
Altogether way too much, to be sure. But in a good way?
I wrote about—and wound up purchasing—this caftan, back in the spring, when it cost more than it should have, but I was too obsessed with the print, and the idea that I would wear it all summer long, to pass it up. And as it turns out, I did wear it all summer long, and continue to wear it rather endlessly, as it is the best piece of loungewear I’ve ever acquired. Just last night, I put it on right after walking the dog, fell asleep in it, then wore it for the coffee-and-emails portion of my morning too. You just never want to take it off, because it makes you feel kind of glamorous and like you’ve been to Morocco, in that way that caftans can. And it only gets better and softer after each washing. It’s on sale now for much closer to what a sane person would pay for it, so if this is at all your thing, do not delay.
I like how the lace cutouts at the neckline and shoulders here add a nice little hit of bareness—without actually baring much of anything.
This is what we call a good mood in a top.
Quite a lot of print, yes. But when you’re on crazy arctic lockdown and layers are the rule of the day, it’s nice to throw something a little unexpected in there between your sweater and big-ass parka.
When certain trends go away, they seem only just mildly unlikely to come back; others are more of a snowball’s-chance-in-hell proposition. If you’d asked me which category I thought cropped motorcycle boots fell into, I’d definitely have chosen the latter. And yet here is this: a somewhat more spiffed version of the clunkers that (I’m not ashamed to admit) I thought were the absolute bomb back around 1992. Then, as now, they are exactly equal parts batshit crazy and somehow oddly cute. Would you do it, ladies?