I’ve been a fashion blogger for over a decade. Let that settle in for a minute: I started this in my early twenties and now I am fast approaching my mid-thirties. I started my blog when blogging was this strange hobby that some people took upon themselves to post on the internet. I never propelled to crazy fame like some of the other bloggers (the majority of which I believe have lost their creative way in the shiny land of fame and fortune), and while my own formula for this blog did change over time because It was at some point intoxicating to get attention, comments, likes, and invites to things, I eventually pumped the brakes when I felt I was drifting from my authentic self. I just go too caught up and I frankly did not like the person I was, glued to my phone constantly, playing a game that fed my own anxiety and insecurities. I keep it up now for me; I do this on my free time, and take up my husband’s time (and occasionally my sweet mom) by asking him to take photos of me.
I was an Art Director in advertising back when I started this blog on blogspot. My career was just starting out, I was flat broke, a new college graduate, and at that point aspiring to own lots of pretty things and document my acquiring and wearing those things. I was wrapped up in creating my brand and I was wanting to do so with a mix of high and low, sticking close my roots as someone who was definitely not born with money but worked, clawed, cried, fought, and hustled to make a good living now — by the way, thank you family and mentors! I could not do it alone, ever, never.
Back then I didn’t post to my blog because I thought it would ever bring me press (even though it has!), or job opportunities with famous people and brands (oh boy, that too!), or for the free goods that once came flowing in like a joke (it was insane!). I always posted for me. Even today, I look at some of my past posts and outfits and cringe, but also love so many other posts that show me that in some dark periods where I wasn’t even close to my own biggest fan (too busy comparing myself to others) I found in hindsight that I am not bad at all. That what I have right here is a living breathing autobiography of me to date. Yes, it’s got a superficial wrapper of consumerism around it, but I still firmly believe you can be frivolous and substantial at the same time. My posts are also interwoven with stories of my life—the deep seeded stuff at the center of me and my brain that shape the fluffy top decisions—and I’ve shared select stories openly in the hopes of connecting with someone going through the same good, bad, ugly, or the nothing.
I keep this up now because I want to document myself for my own vanity I guess, too. But it’d be remiss if I didn’t admit that this decade long focus on a creative activity is ultimately good for me as a designer, an artist, and a professional in the creative industry. Because I know my point of view as a creative and that only came with time and growing my confidence by sharing my thoughts openly with everyone.
So a decade later my formula hasn’t really changed much; I will wear my own clothes, that I bought with my hard owned money, and I will be honest and open when something happens to be free or I make a mistake. I’ll also share stories too, because the most rewarding aspect of this project has been the interaction with people relating to me over time. You, the person who is spending your free time reading this, is too without an agenda. And I think it’s pretty wild for me to find an audience of strangers that ultimately cares about reading about me, a person with shared interests, and can also relate to the silly mistakes in the pursuit of my stylish life.
Acne Studios top, skirt
Saint Laurent sunglasses
I need to do more of this makeup in my life. Sure, I love a nice little cat eye, but somehow that seems to be overkill on most days now that I’m progressing more in my career.
Like some days I’m sitting in a meeting and it’s a regular day, it’s casual, I’m wearing a minimal outfit that I’m cool with and is still business. I look around the table at the other people sitting there and I get the feeling my cat eye and whole make up that day is just completely over the top for what is necessary. It’s just too much product and visible effort for the look and vibe and solutions I want to present that day. Does this make sense?
Instead of effortless beauty of the thirties business professional kind I feel like I’m just starting out at my job, went to Sephora and got myself some new eye stuff and decided to load them up all at once. Sigh. In those moments all I want is to hop in a time machine and go back to the morning where I chose my makeup for the day and instead of the heavy cat eye, which took me a solid 15 minutes to execute by the way, I choose something cleaner, easier. Something more like these looks from Tom Ford A/W 2019 are pretty much right up my alley; they’re moody, but minimal, not quite a smokey eye, but still sultry, and most importantly, still incorporate warm tones, which are pretty essential for my make up not to wash my complexion out.
Getting the look
I’m thinking to pull off the Tom Ford looks I’ll probably be told by the New York Fashion Week backstage beauty authorities that they used Tom Ford Beauty products. Duh. But look, just because I like something from one runway show doesn’t mean I’m going to buy out the product line to achieve the one look. I am thinking I can use what I’ve got. So here’s my best guess at getting the look based on product I already know, use, love, and works for my working human skin.
Click the images to buy.
Regarding cat eyes:
The cat eye is a pretty nifty little trick to know because when it is done well it makes the eyeballs look big, doll-like, and pretty. The downside is that they are fickle as fuck to execute, especially for hooded eyes like mine where the eyelid kind of folds over the eye, basically devouring eyeshadow and any attempt at a fine line cat eye. And it’s worse on some days depending what I ate or drank the day before—aka, alcohol, not enough water, crap food, not enough sleep, cried, etc.
If this sounds familiar watch this video and save yourself some time.
If you have hooded eyes, this tutorial will save you time, makeup, and sanity in the morning.
I’ve got a new job lined up for 2019 and I’m excited for the change. When I say excited just know it’s excited mixed in with that stomach-turning anxiety that comes with upending your normal routine, the one that you’ve been accustomed to for years, and you’re switching it for a new challenge, new people, and a great opportunity. I’m ready! But, before I start I’m taking some time for myself to recharge and take care of some business. Part of that business? Overhauling my entire closet.
I mean it: if I haven’t worn anything in more than 6 months it is literally going to Goodwill or being sold. I’ve said this before, sure, but I am pretty impressed with the follow through this time. It was borderline heartless: goodbye stuff, nice knowing you.
Speaking of stuff: I have a ton of designer items in excellent condition listed on Depop right now* . My goal is to make room for nothing in my closet. That’s right, nothing. I want to open my closet and see spaces between the hangers. The kind of spaces you see when you’re in a fancy boutique like The Row and everything is spaced out and looks so relaxing and pleasing. I want that but for a closet. Same goes for shoes, accessories, and socks.
I want to open my closet in the morning and gaze into a minimal closet of 100% amazing things that go together no matter what. I am sick of the cognitive load of what to wear and am finally taking the time to build my ideal closet.
I’ve done the majority of heavily lifting now, which mostly entailed cleaning, donating, and listing items. In short, i’ve made room! My closet is looking pretty empty and what remains are things that I feel confident are awesome. I would be lying if I didn’t’ admit that I am folding my clothes a la Marie Kondo now, and yes it does help me see my clothes better when they’re all stacked all nicely like books. This means I’m ready for the next step: finding outfits that make me great and still feel like me. There’s nothing worse than chasing trends and finding they don’t work at all on your body, or worse you feel so uncomfortable that you can’t focus on anything but peeling off the stupid outfit as soon as you get the chance.
Which brings me to this photo above: Aside from the fact that this pretty woman in the photo is probably close to 6-feet tall, I’m going to go ahead and say that I still think this outfit would look pretty bomb on someone, say, 5’3” like me. With the right tailor** and a hot iron I think this is pretty achievable.
I remember I posted about these types of outfits before, so I’m going to go through my entire blog archive (including the Blogspot days) and really zero in on what my style is like before committing to a new purchase.
**Depop: People, make me offers! I am motivated to sell! I want to see people wear stuff they are excited about, so feel free to make a solid offer and I’ll likely accept it.
*San Francisco Tailors! Sally is fantastic and can literally tailor a swimsuit to your body. I know because I’ve asked her to do this.
I am #lucky #blessed to get to vacation every year. I make it a priority to get out town (or if i can!, the country!) to see other cities, bodies of water, and generally just not think about work. Recharging from my demanding job is crucial to my well being, but when it comes to ocean adventures I find it so freaking stressful to find a swimsuit that suits my body (big hips, small boobs, early 30-s body that has somehow shifted metabolism and made it tricky to figure out how the fuck to keep slim sometimes).
People, why is this so hard? A dude finds a swimsuit in minutes. Cool let me find some shorts. Done. What's next.
For women though: it's like this, Should I buy a one piece or a two piece? What the hell is my size? Will this fall off my boobs in the water? Will this not fit my hips? Why is this so expensive?
I spent a solid amount of money at Mara Hoffman and I was severely disappointed. I bought the cutest looking high waisted black briefs and then a regular brief pair that went so well with a cute little bikini top that had a removable halter knot. All told that shit was like $700 with tax and shipping. I thought because they were using a model that looked normal (read, has stretch marks, was equally beautiful) that it would work for my real woman body. WRONG. Seriously WTF, Mara Hoffman. Two seconds in the ocean made every piece from the recent collection stretch out and they were so unattractive. Ugh! Frustrating!
Thankfully I brought a separate swimsuit with me. Just one! From a smaller Australian brand, Ephemera, that is known for their split one-piece suits. Ephemera has made the best swimsuit that looks incredible and you can actually swim in. I took a total gamble and it completely paid off. The customer service is incredibly quick and friendly. I was surprised that the size small fit my hips (which hover around the 37" territory these days), but it was perfect. I swam for literal miles in the open ocean and was a good girl about hand rinsing and laying my suit flat to dry each day. The color stays true, the seams are great, it's all good.
Their Noir swimsuit is an absolute worthwhile investment for anyone who loves actually swimming (freestyle, kayaking, any water sports really) and also loves looking great for silly material aesthetic reasons.
I'm wearing the Noir Split One Piece (size small) in the photos above, but they make tons of other incredibly attractive swimsuits. Check them out here! I am going to invest in another one piece before the summer is out just to keep two on hand for weekend trips.
Cheers to making an effort and wearing a monochrome easy outfit instead of the usual sweater and leggings to go out on the weekend.
ATP Atelier sandals
BOYY 24cm Karl bag
Behold the outfit I wear pretty much once a week. Depending on the weather, the dress can be worn with flats or boots, over leggings, tights, or with some sandals. I like the flexibility to wear it here in NY for a meeting when the weather is in the 40s, or at work in SF with a motorcycle jacket and some flats. It's from Preen Line and it was $450, on sale from $800+ via Matches Fashion's sale last fall. The coat? It's pretty old by now, but I got it via some shopping trickery I like to call Buy Your Shit From Bloggers Because They Don't Pay For Anything But Love To Sell Their Free Shit for A Lot. Anyway, It retails for $2000+ but I bought it off a blogger and have zero regrets. The bag? Yes, that was a pricey buy, but it was from The Real Real. So the cost per wear on this item so far is well worth it.
What's my point with all of this?
These reusable pieces are part of my uniform. They are so freaking easy to combine that it makes getting dressed a breeze.
Totême silk scarf
Max Mara oversized coat
Preen Line dress
Joseph leather boots
Oh to have a personal style blog in 2018. I find myself wearing things that are more about being comfortable these days instead of following what’s trendy. I used to follow trends religiously and feel more than a healthy bit of excitement when I saw the Lewks for Less® at places like Zara or H&M. Zara and H&M are the biggest shopping traps of our time. They promote such fucking wastefulness and the concept that individuals are meant to have “dream” wardrobes made of polyester and plastic.
Are these opinions this a symptom of age? Perhaps. I feel like my style is so crystal to me right now. I can see it. I finally see! I enjoy color, but still enjoy the literal ease of getting dressed when the color palette is muted.
I also love routine. I love the concept of no more than half a dozen favorite looks at a time that I will repeat like Doug Funnie until I find a new configuration of clothes and accessories that excites me. I like selling clothes sooner rather than later — I have no business hoarding clothes or having a giant closet.
Does this mean I subscribe to a capsule closet? Fuck no. That is another scam to me that seems to promote that women and men shop entire new wardrobes each season instead of knowing themselves better and shopping for a few integral pieces to swap out now and then. If you find success with a capsule closet, go you. But to me it doesn’t work because my brain just doesn’t function that way.
Right now these Acne Studios pants are doing the most for me. They are straight leg, which is flattering, and a bit pleated, which allows me to minimize my hips when I don’t want to be all out there with stretch pants and what not. The rest of the look is legit Target. The top is a men’s white t-shirt and the sandals are also Target brand. The scarf is Toteme, which was a little bit of a splurge, but this little square of silk can be a neck scarf, a belt, or a headband. Options, people.
Is this outfit new? Novel? Worth talking about? Not really. But then again it kind of is because of the state of social media requires that everyone post what’s new, fresh, and fucking trendy every week. People, don’t do that. Digital followers are meaningless. Do you.