Lesson in Layering: Summer Dress
File this one under sub par tutorials for the man repelling cause.
Mom, dad, uncle Frank, I’m home, and today TMR tackles an ongoing problem: mini dresses. Not just mini, in fact: one shoulder and clad in blocks of mesh that infiltrate what can be best described as a hostile environment for bras. This in turn means the eye will have no choice but to indulge in or squeal at the sight of a–singular–naked breast. Sometimes this will be good, but often, it will be bad. Cue: the often present, rarely acknowledged whisker. To eliminate ultimate discovery of such, below find a lesson in layering that likely fails to fit the man-getter-to-repeller bill but will certainly promise an aesthetic mixed bag of nuts, set of sweaty arm pits and general dose of somewhat cool.
Layer one: a Stella McCartney one shoulder three tone mini dress. No shoes, particularly frizzy fly-aways and arm cross because that’s what cool people do: cross their arms. You know, when I bought this dress it never so much as crossed my mind that I could or would under any circumstance wear it without at the very least, an additional two layers. This sight I believe just further validates my subconscious tendencies.
This is better, and a little 90s representative. Tee beneath dress instead of over eliminates the prospect of dividing the dress into a two piece and gives the mesh something else to rest against. Bare skin, I have learned, often makes for a very boring background. But so do awkward smiles, so.
And in matters of the white skirt, why not a white leather vest. This is the one Veda’s Lyndsey Butler made for my nuptials and quickly became the easiest summer layering device my closet knows. Sweaty, yes, but worth while. Now, while we’re talking layers and motorcycle silhouettes, here’s an unnatural and abrupt segue into the following step.
Layering moto jackets, boom! Wearing two jackets of the leather variety will likely exhaust your body and perhaps even kill you but these are pretty light weight and peforation does count for something. In the event the former does happen though, at least you went down layering biker coats.
I know what you’re thinking: what about all that exposed thigh? Consider this though I haven’t shaved my thighs since April 2011. Body whiskers rock. As for the credits, the necklace here is Dannijo, hat is from a small shop in Greece, just kidding, it’s J. Crew, my sandals are Isabel Marant and that’s that.
Also, this is my new house: do you like my white wall? Photos by Naomi Shon