Culled from Paris, Pt. II
And this time, I’m wearing a big ass skirt over my pants.
Second in line in that series I told you I’d install is another styling cue I picked up from overseas that has nothing to do with trench coats and pencil skirts unless you consider the power of layering one that transcends the boundaries of silhouette.
A slight allusion to a story like this probably showed itself when on Monday of last week I paired a shin-length white dress with white jeans and called it “fresh.” It paraded itself in ass-less chaps last Thursday when I wouldn’t shut up about Ellery’s latest collection. Re the former, was I right? Maybe. Have I just taken it too far? No such thing.
When Dries van Noten first sent his Fall/Winter models down a runway wearing beige, red and blue striped pants under knee-length skirts (only later to confirm that they were actually one piece), I should have known I might want to make like a Scot and kilt come October, but it took really getting into the proper headspace and considering my surroundings to draw that finite conclusion. I think it started over the summer when I accidentally tried a dress on over jeans and surmised that I loved the way it looked. I didn’t do much with it but I was pleased.
Then at Fashion Week in New York, Steven Alan offered his own hat off to a skirt-over-pants which inexplicably also reminds me that though there is no factual evidence or proof of the following, the speculator in me wants to assume that Jenna Lyons is totally vetting in favor of this trend, too. That alone is reason to pursue.
But see, the apex of my hunger to try a skirt over pants presented itself in but another street style slideshow featuring none other than the loosely anterior Yasmin Sewell wearing another version of our mutual Nicholas Kirkwood pumps, giving Chloé’s ethereal fall skirt a run for its femininity while paired with jeans and a green top.
So what did I do? Copy and paste. Duh. Though this story did not need the help of a pair of scissors, it certainly did require that I take control over my fashion balls and let me add a new bullet point to the list of fashion risks I’ve taken.
But what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Just lie.