Does our telling you that you’re about to indulge a week’s worth of outfits care of Charlotte and myself entice you half as much as say, a gluten free, vegan cranberry orange muffin could? We thought so. And while we can’t really be sure you care at all that sometimes we dress down and sometimes we dress lower than down, we’re going to forgo the insecurity, head out on a limb and share the sartorial chronicles of the last five days. Tell us what you think. The future of this makeshift series (which has been admittedly adapted from one Vogue column that we really enjoy) is in your hands, people. Go on.
On Leandra: Is it just me or have summer Mondays become insanely regressive? I have found that at every weekend’s end, my brain is moving five gears slower than it was the previous Thursday. It takes approximately two days to get back in my groove and then, well, what do you know, it’s the weekend again. I’m not complaining but I am suggesting that we start our weeks in dresses we probably wouldn’t wear to work under regular circumstances. It’s blah-proof and reflects a better version of ourselves. This one is Dries van Noten. The necklace is Dannijo and the shoes are Ancient Greek Sandals.
On Charlotte: In the same vein as Leandra, I attempt to wear something blah-proof to cushion the blow that it’s just another manic monday (cue The Bangles). It was sweltering so I surrendered to light cotton and virtually no pants. I presume the last time I sported bloomers was when I got really into character during my 5th grade project on colonial weavers, but when I saw this set at a new vintage shop called Collections, which popped up in my hood, I was transported. I opted for face-engulfing Karen Walker sunglasses and hijacked these 90’s white platforms from my roommate, who’d scored them for 6 bucks at a garage sale. I am tempted to order similar ones I saw on Style Nanda. Fail.
On Leandra: Rare it is that I will wear heels during daylight (I like to walk) but sometimes I just crave the height. Even if it is a couple inches. On this particular day I thought why not get freaky with my fupa and a pair of short cork heels? The blouse is Isabel Marant and the vagina parachute is from Maje.
On Charlotte: After exuding a lot of energy on Monday, I tend to employ the mantra “rather be comfortable” while getting dressed for Tuesday. The Rag & Bone jeans have a decent amount of stretch and what can beat the comfort of shell top Adidas? I swapped a dress with my best friend to accrue this vintage tee. It’s Buckwheat, and he is surfing – is there anything more confounding? The necklace is Dannijo and the glasses are Ray Ban.
On Leandra: An easy way to medicate the mid-week slump is with a pair of fancy pants. In fact, if you can champion the shoe game while tassels protrude from your legs, you probably won’t even need our afternoon pick-me-ups. The shirt is from the Land’s End boys catalogue (it’s a size 14 boys). The pants are Isabel Marant and the shoes are Dries van Noten. I found them at a Barney’s Warehouse Sale two summers ago for $125 which was an especially refreshing mark down given their original $1295 tag.
On Charlotte: Loose fitting articles of clothing become my best friends come summer time. The Marc by Marc Jacobs shorts are delightfully airy and the breezy shirt by the same pajama clad designer provides a similar airiness. Since Wednesdays leave me in a funk, feeling ugly like a certain Ryan Gosling, I added a bit of extra height to keep from slumping. While I bought these shoes at a bizarre garage sale for $5 (I also found a Lizzie McGuire shirt there for $1), they heavily resemble these Kork Ease.
On Leandra: I got my period. You know I love wearing white when I have my period. It was hot, I love shorts, and decided pairing a red plaid shirt around my waist was a really happy compromise should my ovaries have decided to revolt against me – which, in case you’re wondering, they didn’t. (That is, until later that night. I don’t want to get too vulgar, but – who am I kidding – my bed looked like a crime scene yesterday). The tank top and plaid shirt are both from Club Monaco, the shorts are J Brand, the clutch is Tonya Hawkes and ballet flats are Chanel. Wah, wah, wah.
On Charlotte: Wondering why I’m clad in this two piece that makes me practically naked? It’s all for Mrs. Carter. The Queen’s concert called for the more weekend appropriate iteration of Monday’s ensemble (the checkered two piece). As much as I contemplated a freakum dress and monstrous sky high heels, I figured sneakers provided the necessary comfort for the kind of dancing that would ensue. I got this two piece at the Reformation. The shades are Ray Ban and the jacket was a 5 euro vintage score from my semester abroad in Paris.
On Leandra: My internal alarm clock chants R.Kelly’s Ignition every Friday morning which should make fairly obvious why unironic summer sequins are never a bad idea in tandem with that. I’d be lying if I told you this skirt isn’t heavy as shit but frankly, it’s an easy concession to make when considering how adeptly I resemble a fish! What’s more? I’m pretty sure these scales would render me a kosher one. I recently bought this skirt on sale at All Saints. The t-shirt is by Rxmance. I was supposed to be getting a birthday gift for my brother at Odin but instead bought myself an “It’s Sunday!” gift. (Babar tee included). The sneakers are, shocker, Golden Goose. Now, let’s get loose! Shall we?
On Charlotte: Friday I felt monochromatic. This subtle nod to Blue Ivy was somewhat accidental. I didn’t mean to wear so many hues of blue but it happened and I feel alright about it. Every summer I buy a new pair of white hightop Converse, overwear them and inevitably have to dispose of them come fall–holes in the bottom of a sneaker are no fun in the rain. The skort is Zara, though not this ubiquitous one. The shirt is from the Gap and the jacket is Levi’s kids. I really like to bring out my inner youth on Fridays.