Bought from The Boys Department
The season’s staple spoils come straight from the weener depot.
A conversation that keeps arising among my fashion friends is how easy getting dressed will be this season. I can’t say I disagree.
We’re at the beginning of a renaissance driven by minimalism. The cues are streamlined which means obtaining our own, respective brands of “chic” should render slightly easier. When it takes such subtle styling (figure a simple pair of jeans, a sweater, or maybe a men’s blouse half tucked and some boots or conversely pumps) to make yourself appear put together, how can you possibly go wrong?
I suppose by getting caught up in precisely what you’re planning to wear and who is going to tell the tale of why you’re wearing it.
I’m a firm believer that in taking a trend to its source — or close to it at very least — you’ll probably never fuck it up. And though running into a couple snafus on your road to fashion-fostered liberte, egalite and fraternite isn’t so much bad as it funny, you can consider the impending tip one for the times you’re sure you want to get it right.
Which brings me to the next point. We’ve been working to look like little boys or far older men for how many seasons now? With the help of, say, Stella McCartney and Chloé, often we get it right but instead of continuing to invest in that boyfriend fit sweater or blazer from [insert exotic designer name here], why not take the trend to its source and try your luck at, say, Uniqlo. When I walked into the Soho behemoth of a shop a couple weeks ago, I was met by a colorful wall cloaked in cashmere crew necks spanning the entire rainbow-and-so-forth, individually clocking in at $89.90. My instinct was to go for the yellow, which I did, but figured when considering the no-brainer approach to “getting it right,” grey would be useful, too.
Here now you’ll find the sweater in question styled with a pair of Asos jeans and a plain black belt that inexplicably makes me feel Scandinavian. The pumps are Manolo Blahnik and the sunglasses are Oliver Peoples.
I don’t know, though, do you think I’ve mastered a version of the perfect outfit just yet or should you/we be anticipating a little more…panache?