Everybody in Da Club Getting Comfy
‘Da Club’ obviously meaning Fashion Week
In my meager experience with the shark tank, I’ve learned that if you want your days to last long (another thing I’ve learned is that you always want your days to last long), you’ve got to be comfortable. Also, you will get your limbs bitten off should you opt out of the proper protective gear but that’s another story for another time.
Now I know what you’re thinking, I’m the one who told you that comfort is a state of mind. I don’t take it back because what you’ll notice in these images, which are supposed to function as a testament to fooling your fellow show-goers, friends and photographer acquaintances alike into thinking you’re visibly hustling, is that you do still have to rely on your mind to help you combat the sequins and the heels and the precise ratio of bracelets to hand to bag handle. Other than that, though. You’re bascially golden. Here’s why.
In outfit #1 which includes a plain, cotton white oversized tank from American Apparel that’s not looking so oversized lately and the most comfortable gauzy harem pants by Iro, I have absolutely, positively, certifiably tricked you into thinking this one took lots of time, effort and concessions. Proof of concept? The Mr. T style chains (hold the gold) cascading down my neck and the lace-up strappy sandals that likely appear highly distressing but – guess what – are not. Also, I’m holding a paper bag from Whole Foods as a clutch because I’m pretty sure that’s the key to being whimsical and cool. Don’t ask me if it’s Charlotte Olympia, it’s not. (Delfina Delettrez and Dannijo necklaces, Alaia sandals)
In outfit #2, I think it becomes clear that even though we may have thought there’s no wrong way to emulate Cher Horowitz, sometimes splashing some spiked Boogie Night juice over her isn’t the most ideal. Still, I’m comfortable. And I look like I worked at it, no? Frankly, I will adopt any excuse there is to wear these velvet loafers over and over and over again. (Tome blouse, All Saints skirt, Giambattista Valli shoes).
And finally, one method I’ve been using for years which has worked up until this point is the trench coat formula. Essentially, it goes: when in doubt throw a trench (this one is Phillip Lim) over it. In cloaking the outfit with said trench, you can barely tell I’m wearing just a simple navy blue cotton t-shirt from Maje and skinny denim cut-offs (there I go again). Shoes are kind of important here because they’re a focal point, so why not go balls to the walls with a pair of navy blue satin skeletal ones. (The ones pictured are Anthony Vacarello). The handbag is Acne and consistent with the primary color theme of this particular sub-story.
So, that’s that. Happy New Year!!!