I still refuse to purchase a by-modern-definition new dress, namely because I wear pants every day but also because, like I said the last time I tried to force a renaissance onto a garment, I’m sick of buying stuff. This is precisely where the birth of a new series on Man Repeller came to fruition.
In the first installment, I took last season’s (and therefore not that old) Simone Rocha white eyelet, knee-length, short sleeve dress and turned it into a glorified blouse. It’s gotten colder, though, and colder means layers, which took me back to the foxhole that is my closet where I found a so-light-blue-it’s-almost-silver (but only in the same way Richard Gere’s hair is) strapless dress by Camilla and Marc.
I bought it on Shopbop in 2009, which was roughly a year before I christened my relationship with digital shopping carts. It was three markdowns on sale, which, according to the rules of “Final Sale” meant that if it didn’t fit me properly, our life together was over, but even more devastatingly, that I couldn’t even recuperate the $139 I spent.
Luckily for both of us, we went together like lamb and tuna. So I wore it. Several times, in fact, to any slightly dressy event this city would take me to and now, four years later, sometimes I look at it and wonder if it feels like a prostitute. Like I used it and used it and then forgot it and never even so much as thought about calling, let alone sending it flowers. So I took it off its hanger, tossed it on my bed and started the restoration process.
First (as photographed here) I wore it with a white button down blouse that features fun nuances like two thick black bands across the sleeves and a plaid collar to make it seem slightly less formal, though not entirely inappropriate. While I paired the set with socks and pumps, I would bet socks and brogues might work really well with this, too. The oversize handbag is by Reece Hudson and, again, reminds me of a pillow. A PILLOW!
If that doesn’t tickle your fancy, you can always try your luck with a regular t-shirt (all regular t-shirts say Tomato on them — it’s a known fact) and a menswear-style, double-breasted blazer which will look really neat with knee high boots that feature side fringe so that every time you walk, you’re compelled to stop, dance, and yell, “Oh shit, this is my beat.”
So say it with me now: “Oh shit, this my beat.”