Is anyone else more jazzed up than a box of Zatarain’s because of the way the weather is panning out this month? I, for one, can’t keep my hands off the unofficial Pantone color books swirling around my mind and the prints that come with them. Tie dye top? Where the leopard print at! And it doesn’t stop there — tube socks, ballet flats, orange pants, raffia fringe! Give it to me and I will wear it. Maybe I’m still testing the maximalist waters, maybe I’m slowly but surely dancing off the deep end but either way, I have had it with the hormone talk. And the glum facial expressions and the clenched fists. I am taking back artificial happiness, one pair of sunglasses at a time. If you can sympathize with any of the above argot, thinly veiling the plague of uncontrollable mood-swings, do join me. We’ll start with a horse.
This one, to be exact, which really gets to live its best life when tucked into a satin, leopard print skirt.
Of course what’s often difficult about such a simple pairing (a t-shirt and a mini skirt) punctuated by less-than-simple prints (tie dye, the fabric equivalent of Fran Drescher) is that you find yourself at a loss when it comes to footwear. I’d recommend playing the same game and attempting boring shoes (ballet flats) worn the not boring way, with tube socks.
If I were you, I’d wear this to hang out on a Sunday, or depending on the nature of the dress code at your job, to commemorate casual Fridays!
Cool? Moving on!
Here I am dressed not like Hugh Hefner, not not like Hugh Hefner in a striped shirt dress and robe from a South Korean brand. I’d actually worn this to a dinner party in the West Village the night before without socks and shorter heel sandals and ultimately determined that socks might be the unsung hero of our wardrobes.
If I were you, I’d wear this to dinner on a Wednesday night. It says I’m still working hard, but we’re half way there (there = the weekend.)
Meanwhile, here’s me wearing a tropical mushroom haircut dyed in shades of red and purple. I don’t think any single garment has made me feel as excited about getting dressed as this skirt has in spite of the fact that I have to take much smaller steps when I’m wearing it (is that the wrath of a pencil skirt?). I added a hand-knit jug just so that I could tell people I was holding my shit in a jug and a striped, cropped poplin blouse + blue sandal slides because I had a choice: add more color or no color, and I went with more.
If I were you, I’d wear this to do absolutely anything (including animal pick-ups from the vet, fish market shopping, troll hunting, etc.) that doesn’t involve mat Pilates or Soul Cycle, basically.
And finally, here we have a somewhat formal take on Saturday night enforcing a strict zero black clothing policy, instead opting for a light pink tank top and orange pants. What can I say beyond, If you see us in da club we be doing the salmon salsa.
Photographed by Krista Anna Lewis.