Because maybe your 9 to 5 job impedes on your ability to repel on the regular.
A styling question that comes up really often for the whole team of two and a half people that work at Man Repeller: how should one dress “fashionably for the office.” Of course, it might seem like we’re the wrong people to ask–I encourage the use and wearing of ass-less chaps as often as I do of, say, washing one’s hands and what’s more? The receiving end of that request complies overzealously–but there was a time, not long ago, that every one of us maintained a straight up office job (or internship).
In the case of myself, I was working at the helm of a high fashion label just months before the designer’s exit from the house when a company wide memorandum directed at me and only me was sent to remind executives to enforce the new “no denim cut-offs” regulation. “They are not appropriate and this is a professional environment,” it read. It was also a fashion house, though, damnit! Doesn’t that skew the traditional outfitting rules? For days I agonized over what I would wear, finally submitting I obviously had to quit.
Kidding, guys. I’m totally kidding. I just began vetting in favor of long shorts in different fabrications and mini skirts with nicer quality t-shirts and lame shit like that–which is essentially what inspired the outfit above. Now, when I had the idea to write this story (I would hope it comes in the wake of either many a new job or internship as summer tends to provide ample space for that), Charlotte seemed skeptical. She retold tales from her time at a talent agency, noting that while shorts were wholly acceptable in the space, shoes with unusual heels (my dad calls them “the work of a terrible contractor”) were certainly subject for ridicule. The response to them, she explained, would always fall somewhere along the lines of a derisive, “oh, Charlotte. Only you.”
That really made feel like, hold up, humanity. Is this a Sandbergian woman’s issue circumventing clothes and what we wear to work? I think it’s time we experiment.
I’m compelled to challege every one of you 9-to-5′ers to follow the outfitting guidelines of this post for no reason other than to tell me/us what happens in pithy essay form. Frankly, I see no reason why a boss figure could possibly eschew the prospect of a highly respectable, white crisp blouse with wicker slash tweed slash I’m not quite sure what they’re made of Chloe shorts scored on super sale. Super sale, I tell ya. A quarter of the price. The shoes are Balenciaga and the purse moonlighting as a briefcase for thematic purposes is Laura Vela.
The best part of this whole outfit is that when the day is over, it will make for the perfect parlay from business casual to a tequila-fostered Macarena dance-off as evidenced below.
See that? What did I tell you. You’re hitting so many birds with but one meager stone. So, what do you think? Office apropos or not so much? Are you willing to give it a try? Just, please, don’t get fired. I don’t think I can afford to assume the blame for that.