This is perhaps a function of the limitations that arise when you are in the process of deliberately growing rotund at the epicenter of your body, or maybe it’s simply a matter of the time of year — the festival(s) of lights are upon us and as such, I am festively wearing light! For one of these two reasons, I can’t stop thinking about the various and manifold ways to decorate my person. Not merely decorate my person, though, but how to do it in a way that highlights personal style possibilities that accentuate my limbs and completely ignore the rest of my body (except for, you know, my neck and head).
It is great fun for a number of reasons. Imagine this scenario: Here I sit, wearing a striped turtleneck and black leggings with at least six rings on my fingers (I say “at least” because I’m typing really fast and can’t quite tell if I have any stackables on), a faux fur scrunchie in my hair, a grosgrain headband, also in my hair, two colorful beaded necklaces around my neck and little dangling pearls in my ears. Pearls! My ears! I came in wearing a basket this morning that is lined in shearling.
There is another bag in my periphery with rhinestone studs all over it. It is so cool and so weird and also distracting. You might even forget, as a matter of fact, about the growth at my center because you’re too busy judging how wild I look! (To be clear, I wouldn’t blame you.) But it just reads to me as personal style. You want to know how to execute the cojones of personal style? Wear boring clothes and let your accessories talk for you. The other thing is that the jewelry and these head pieces and my eyeballs (at some point, there were sunglasses, too) aren’t sized — the items are all inclusive like a Club Med vacation and by simple virtue of that, we all get to participate, which makes me emotional in a good way.
Frankly, it seems like a mere matter of time before my real calling must be actualized and I am forced by the trenches of my own guts to launch an accessories brand, (are you in or are you out?), but until then, let us act like the millennials we are, aspire to be, or judge fervently, and take to Instagram, where the most interesting independent brands are making themselves known, further perpetuating my thesis that the best shopping right now occurs almost exclusively on Instagram. Here are 6 brands (really more like 10) that you should know if you’re into treating your appendages like they’re Christmas trees.
This brand is for you if you love pearls, faces, bodies and various animals made out of gold wire and not spending more than $100 on said wire. (And if you like this brand, you might also like this one. It’s a bit more expensive, but worth its salt.) And while we’re on the topic of pearls…
These from Safsafu can be a gateway drug, but this collection is really for you if you are willing to take a chance on half moon-shaped rhinestones, enjoy hearts and the sporadic pearl, and like a ring that is so large it could probably knock a passerby out.
If, however, you fancy yourself more of a marbles kind of person, I found Jessica Winzelberg through Harling. Her price point is between $125 and $320 as far as my eye can tell.
This brand is for you if you like feeling as though you’re wearing a silvered or gilded version of the ocean around your neck, your wrists or on your pinky finger. Fun fact about this brand: I actually found the designer, based in Istanbul, Turkey, through Kate Foley and then hunted her ass down on Instagram and executed my transaction through private messages. Here’s hoping they’re secure!
Kourtney Kardashian found him too, so I’m not sure if this can be considered one of Instagram’s hidden gems any longer, but over the summer, with the influx of tiny cat eyes (kitten eyes?) permeating the faces of anyone who would allow them to, George Keburia stood out as a uniquely qualified clothing designer with an affinity for the so-ugly-they’re-good sunglasses that have come to define this cultural moment in time. This brand is for you if you’re into pop culture (so is this, btw). If you’re not, maybe I can lure you into my armpit with these heart-shaped glasses, of which I am a huge fan.
I call this “proof,” but you can just answer the question if you want.
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This collection is for you if you are familiar with Heimet Atlantica, but feel more connected to straw bags that contain bamboo handle bars, and also hail from the Bahamas! You can buy them through Instagram, sure, or just hit up Fivestory. They’re $250 a pop and in my opinion, may as well be an Hermès Kelly. Eh?
It would be super weird if I didn’t include Roxanne Assoulin on this list, right? Although I did not find her on Instagram and have in fact known her for the greater part of a full decade, without her equal parts bright and sparkly ass contribution to the social media app, I have no idea how I would have been able to execute any of the following photos:
I could keep going, but there’s no point. The conclusion is single-fold; for as many handicaps as Instagram has produced for the the fate of our abilities to socialize, focus, get stuff done and so forth, it is also a dazzling discovery tool that facilitates the publicity and subsequent success of small brands with small inventories and small, piecemeal shops. Couple this with both the holiday hankering to ~accessorize~ and a natural want to speak without words — through your wrists, not your clothes, and often at a price point that can feel more digestible — and what we have is a trifecta that results in emotional excellence.
Now, seriously, should we launch an accessories brand or what? Would you buy into it? What would you want to buy? Tell me everything!
Feature photo via Nina Kastens.