“Temper overtly sexy pieces with a man’s shirt.”
I wrote that—came from my bean—but it’s not anything new. Just would have been helpful information back when I overdosed on tight pants, short skirts and low-cut shirts in my teens. Like microwaveable Easy Mac, I hit those so hard I can’t look at them and only consider wearing something slinky while imagining all the clever ways to cover it up. Unlike microwaveable Easy Mac, I was less inclined to throw them back up into a trash can at 3am in my dorm room.
We were about to head out on the town—hence the skirt and shoes—when Rob slapped a big floppy pork tenderloin on the counter with certitude. “Let’s just eat in,” he said, and I shrugged, took off the silk blouse I had on, and picked up these two things off of the closet floor. I liked the way it looked about 1000 times more—of course!
I love how sequined separates—shorts, mini skirts, tanks, even those hot Siwy leggings from last winter—have become such versatile pieces. I mean, we’re able to wear these things without looking like we’re on a skating rink for shit’s sake, and it’s this aesthetic I absolutely love about the past few seasons. The Balmain effect—just put a holey t-shirt over it. And forget the rules; there are no rules.
This post over at the ShopBop blog from Amie sealed the deal for me (and caused me to purchase those gold sequined leggings pictured. I have yet to work up the nerve to wear them) and this post served as a little pat on the back to me, although there were probably some subliminal Shopboppery vibes causing me to put this together in the first place.
Also, I will happily note that we just got tickets to the Black Crowes show coming to Albany in October, so this was a sort of trial-run outfit for the show. I should refrain from talking about this; I get sort of hysterical.
Eli made figure eights around the food preparation area, threatening us all with toxoplasmosis, sharing whiffs of my Pinot Noir and strumming his banjo. And that’s a wrap.