I am infatuated with mastering the art of joie de vivre. The kind that consumes your every motion, filters your vision, infiltrates the inner workings of how your mind functions–but how does one achieve such successful standards of living?
I don’t know. I believe if I did I might find myself more frequently beach side with copious pina coladas at arm’s length.
Maybe though, using fashion and clothes as a vehicle, in conjunction with the guidelines of Diana Vreeland’s popular deceased Harper’s Bazaar column, “Why Don’t You” may help begin the process. Why wouldn’t you? Yes, in keeping with a self-inflicted oath I bestowed upon myself shortly after seeing Vreeland’s documentary, here’s the first of several installments titled Why Don’t You.
In series one, brought to you by the good folks at Calvin Klein–who seemingly have no problem watching me massacre their wholesome under-goods, Why Don’t You: wear a bra over your t-shirt (it’s more comfortable anyway) and emulate the Victoria Secret Fashion Show models, articulating your own brand of sexy.
Those are wings, you see, they’re just made of horsehair.
Because the topic of 6 foot forever tall models – grotesquely beautiful models – moseying down a runway will not grow tired of stealing media attention. The inundation of photos in Instagram feeds will indubitably induce feelings of inadequacy and that is just silly. We’re angels too, you know. Why not exploit that in the most personalized capacity possible?
Give yourself fupa, we’ve got one life to live.
In this post, I’m wearing Calvin Klein pants, men’s t-shirt and layered (yes, layered,) bras from the e-store. Junya Watanabe jacket and Golden Goose sneakers.
I’ve got no secret and know very few Victorias but that is fine and well.
Photos by Aram Bedrossian. I cut my own hair yesterday. It’s not good, but it’s not bad either. Shop your own innerwear as outerwear here.
