How ’bout a Suit?
A pink one, no less.
Holiday parties just got serious.
In matters of the jolly, I like to think that December is the most magical month of the year because of my life’s initial inception, (I’m not above sweeping egomania,) but it’s quite obvious that there is a force far more powerful than I procuring dreams, smiles, happiness and eggnog.
Though I’m Jewish, I’m also not above feeding into tales of Santa’s realness. Maybe he and the Macabbis, preserving the light of Hanukkah, are old pals that date back before Christ/common era. Maybe they’re grabbing ginger beer and quipping in disgust as they look down at the bevy of consumerists searching aimlessly for holiday happiness by way of material cure. But isn’t there more to the holidays than just the gift of tangibility? Happiness can’t be bought, nu-uh.
It can be styled, though. So what about crafting the perfect holiday party outfit? It’s time someone tackles this. What is it with the holidays and sequins? Maybe we don’t want to look like human disco balls or the culmination point of everything New Years Eve was, is, and will ever be. How can one wish for a white Christmas and in the same breath vow to wear a dress so skimpy, even Kim K is concerned. In honor of the inevitable holiday parties waiting for you in the coming ten days, here’s another suggestion.
Why don’t you wear a bright pink pant suit?
It’s loud for other reasons and still carries the festivity a disco ball would. You will not be cold lest you opt for open toe shoes and this particular dance move also comes included which, I don’t know, should be a deal sealer.
Calvin Klein pant suit, Club Monaco plaid blouse layered under suit, Kain white t-shirt, Maria Francesca Pepe safety pin velvet choker, Ferragamo heels (which, by the way, are very timely: a gold lace and burgundy velvet combination chalks me up to nothing less than Santa’s potential new wife.) Photos by Naomi Shon and, guys, the aliens are coming.