Why, yes. More overalls, indeed.
First things first–the end of runway season signals the beginning of banner season. In one attempt to capture the highs, lows, great–and wait, is that Saint Laurent?–behold: my new banner, featuring (from left) a grunge teddy punk from Saint Laurent (another thought I think we could unpack: maybe the collection is an homage to the imminent Met Costume exhibit?), Mary Katranzou’s bridge over troubled water, Dries van Awesome’s stripes, because it ain’t a Man Repeller banner without some, Dolce and Gabbana’s Florentine principessa and, ta da: Bambi! Thanks for that, Givenchy. RIP her mother.
Now on to this outfit. How many times can I show you a pair of overalls (they will always be different, I can almost promise that) before you officially throw me to the wolves?
I’ve heard that wolves hate onesies.
I want to suggest that like money (or, say, children), more overalls garner more problems. The perks are worth the hardship though and this is barely even really about that.
Sure, leather overalls are cool. They’re novel and often really warm which is something no New Yorker should take for granted given the circumstances of our relentless, unapologetic 9-month winters. But pairing a striped tee with the ‘suit and placing a black blazer over what honestly made me feel like the newborn infant of any Hells Angels Motorcycle Club member, was a decision based on the faux patent-leather nude square toe pumps that I anticipated using for this pairing.
I’ve become kind of fascinated by nude shoes. From an aesthetic POV, I think I might just like the idea of a shoe that matches my skin tone and the way in which that compliments a dark outfit–which is kind of the same way that white shoes do.
From another POV that I can’t quite classify, I think my propensity toward high heeled footwear in general–and then more specifically that of the nude variety–may actually rest in their expert ability to contort the female silhouette. That change in shape of our feet, our legs, the overall presence of our mol-asses and height is like this strange gift, isn’t it? And when done in nude, we’re practically acrobatic anomalies. Does thee concur? And more importantly, does thee appreciate the vagina wall in slide #6?