Streets @ Couture
Runways are cool but pavement might be cooler.
In spite of geography (I am at least 2,000 miles away from Paris), it’s rather endearing that I am able to watch couture runway shows in real time from my fantastically unobstructed vantage point (in New York, where Instagram continues to defy the physicality of place). How about that secret garden at Dior, eh? And them lesbian brides at Chanel?
Where Instagram fails though, Style.com fostered street style photos by Tommy Ton never will. And after all, what happens on the runways is only as important as what happens on the streets, right? In the short time Couture Week has been in tow, Ton has successfully delivered at least three trend stories from the fodder between shows. The first, above, in slideshow formation obviously preaches the severe importance of taking plaid seriously. I’ve already hopped aboard that train but in case you haven’t, I suggest you get started at the mens department at a. Uniqlo, b. Club Monaco. They’re gateway drugs.
Up next: cool headgear, which is particularly pertinent considering the ruthless temperatures forcing even the most thoughtful layering tactics to fail.
On the one hand, we’ve got swag.
This one does a number of awesome (pun intended) things. First, it projects awesomeness on to whoever looks at you (especially in light of those reflective lenses). Also, though, a hat that says Awesome inevitably bequeaths the wearer a rather literal dose of self confidence. Next time your mother is all, “Why are you so down?” just be like, “I lost my happy hat. Buy me a new one.”
I can appreciate that not everyone enjoys a flat brim cap, though, so:
This DIY doesn’t seem to get old. Adding a veil to your knit beanie (equipped with black reindeer nose) a la Jil Sander, even three years later, is still devastatingly fresh. Other fresh things: staring romantically into the heart of Concorde because that is such a French thing to do and christening your relationship with Napoleon because, why not?
Down south: a new, well, old nod to Nike.
Air Max sneakers! They’re having a moment and here’s probably why: era of the wedge sneaker might be fading, do you agree? If only because it became hyper trendy at hyper speed and the thought of investing more money into such an ephemeral trend seems, I don’t know, “victim-y.” As women, however, we don’t want to let go of those easy, gracious, and pain-free three inches. In an effort to debunk the age old, “easy come, easy go,” what do we do? We buy Nike Air Maxes. (And probably wear them more ironically than we do irony.)
I know those air bubbles (are those air bubbles?) are back there at the shoe’s caboose for another, more practical reason (like jumping or more efficient running) but as far as female humanity is concerned, it’s just another inch. I’ll say it again, taking trends to their sources feels exponentially better than surrendering to premier designer iterations.
And because there’s a Simpson on that guy’s leg, for the sake of viscidity, here is another famous cartoon character, in deuces.
Finally, just because it’s beautiful to look at and in my humblest opinion offers genial fashion week dressing inspiration in lieu of cold weather and in light of tactful layers: