Again, with the Wang! My Pseudo Boyfriend.

Happy Friday kiddos! Disclaimer: I am suffering from whiplash. I spent the better half of yesterday, and the earlier hours of today riding (thrashing) around Long Island in an unmarked van for work.  This may or may not have resulted in some mild dain bramage.

Yesterday, Hadley introduced you to her pirate boyfriend, today I introduce you to mine.

You have seen them before, I see them at least once a week; these pants are my boyfriend. Maybe having a pair of pants stand in as a love interest says something about me, but seriously, it’s a solid relationship that I have no problem commiting to. Can I get a small pat on the back for that? All they ask for is a good wash once every other week (which I do by hand in my previously mentioned plastic chip bowl in my sink).

Last time I wore these bad boys on the blog I wore them with my beat up loafers, but I can not allow myself to get too comfy all the time, gotta spice things up! God forbid I allow my feet to remember what flats feel like for too long or they might get used to it. 

(Shirt: Theysken’s Theory, Gold Ring: Vintage, Silver Ring: James Avery, Cuff: Dannijo, Bracelet: J.Crew, Watch: Michael Kors, Shoes: Aldo)

Enjoy your weekend. If you don’t have a man friend to buy you drinks this Friday night (or to assemble the Ikea furniture you ordered that is being delivered Sunday), take your favorite pants out and buy a cocktail (or five) for yourself! You will have a good time either way. Until Monday, People!

Pictures taken by Mr. Justin Livingston






Situational Dressing: Work on Monday when all you really want to do is sit in the Village and look for Jake Gyllenhaal

Before you ask, yes, I did see Jake Gyllenhaal in the Village a couple weeks ago.  Yes, it was the best moment of my life. And yes, I am a celebrity whore. So sue me! In my defense, as if I needed one, I have been head over heels in love with the man since 1999 when he so effortlessly portrayed the innocent and adorable Homer Hickam in October Sky.

Anyway, because I have a rent check every month that costs more than my undergrad degree, I can’t just casually sit around drinking coffee in the Village on Mondays looking for attractive celebrities to stalk. I go to work. But what should you wear to work? Walking around midtown doesn’t really answer that question. Those Downtown 6 train commuters generally don’t know what’s up in the fashion department (Evidence: Last summer I was wearing a kick ass turban – they were on trend then – and a woman forcibly stopped me to ask me why I was wearing such an ugly thing on my head). While I do value their opinions (not), I wouldn’t ask these people what to wear, ever.

(Glasses: Warby Parker, Blouse: Equipment, Vest: Theyskens’ Theory, Pants: Alexander Wang, Watch: Michael Kors)

I generally dress a little more untraditional at my office, but this outfit can transcend many a work environment.  My job allows me a little more freedom in attire, but I always make sure to dress appropriately. I leave my tube tops and booty shorts at home. For my birthday, my grandparents bought me these Alex Wang pants which are possibly the best gift any girl could ask for in 2012. The deli man below my building agrees with me on the pants.

As I have previously mentioned, I have a problem with Equipment tops and button downs. This is the first one I ever owned. I bought it on sale at a store in Kansas City last spring.  This was before anyone in the Midwest knew what they were and I reaped the benefits (it was $70 and I was the only one who owned one at the time - I am still kicking myself for not buying seven more). I also have to make an announcement: Theyskens’ Theory knows how to make work shit look cool. This is a little mullet sweater vest that I wear year round. Sometimes (if I get a little crazy) I wear it without a shirt under it.

I usually opt for heels, but last week I broke in some new 5 inchers and, quite honestly, my feet are bandaged and should not be on public display. I do posses a higher level of personal discretion, you should thank me. Flats are totally cool to wear, just please, don’t wear your Nikes with that pantsuit. Dear God! There are zero reasons for that (that goes for you too men of the city). I have these old Dolce Vita loafer things that are basically real life slippers and I kick it in these all around town. You should get some.  They rock. Mine are actually about to fall apart but God help me if I won’t see them through until the end. For better or for worse.

New grads, don’t let your office become a gateway to poor dressing and falling off the bandwagon. You are young, you are fun, and you can still shotgun a PBR like a champ at that office summer BBQ!

Pictures from mi amigo Mr. Justin Livingston

Situational Dressing: A first date with a boy you met on Thirsty Thursday & it was pretty dark in that bar so…?

As part of my moving to New York I decided that I would say yes more. Yes to that spur of the moment picnic in the park when I was planning on taking a giant allergy pill and watching the History Channel in flannel, yes to an after work happy hour instead of busting my ass in 4 inch heels and pushing over slow moving children in Grand Central to get home and pass out, and yes to accompanying friends to that gay bar that probably has more dancing nudity than my buttoned up Equipment top can mentally handle.

With this new ‘place of yes’ mentality that I have historically stood as an adversary for, I have found myself going on a more dates.  Thus prompting a slew of questions…

“What did this guy even look like because it was pretty dark in there? Where did Hadley say he went to school? She just wants double date friends anyways. Is he under 40, because the last guy really was pushing it? Do you think he will notice I didn’t have time to wash my hair? Why am I not having a glass of wine to calm me down?  Thank god I buy 2 buck Chuck in bulk. Oh, what the hell do I wear?” 

As my mother taught me, self-awareness is key. I am not, nor have ever been, in denial and know that my strengths cannot quite fill a bra out properly. Knowing that cleavage will never be by strong point, I create an aversion.  This blue silk top from The Reformation quickly became one of my favorites. Distractions be key yo.

I decided my sophomore year of college that worrying about being taller than your date was a waste of time. After years of ugly flats and high school dances I realized that I like shoes too much to care.  Enter the most painful shoes I have ever owned: The Alexander Wang Cape Heel. The wine also helps this.

After saying a little prayer and topping off my wine glass I am ready to go. No one can say I wasn’t trying. High-waisted $20 jeans and all! Don’t forget to phone a friend ahead of time and document your date’s driver’s license info just in case of abduction. NewYork1 will appreciate the head start.  Hadley has their Facebook profile picture ready for immediate release. 

(Top: The Reformation, Jeans: H&M, Shoes: Alexander Wang, Wine: Trader Joes)

Cheers people! Good luck. Saying yes really is better than saying no all the time. Even if he does turn out to be 39 and a half.






Thirsty Thursday: The Launch (Party)

And thirsty it was! Last Thursday Hadley and I decided to celebrate the launch of the blog by inviting a few of our closest and most fabulous friends (everyone we knew) to one of our favorite places: Sweet & Vicious. They are known for their margaritas in jars and their rad late 90′s/early 2000′s jams.  I am 110% sure I white girl danced my ass off to TLC’s ‘No Scrubs’ halfway through my first jar. Although we half expected it, I was not anticipating the soiree to turn into the raver it did. It was ten times better than my Bat Mitzvah (and I had a picture button machine and a body art lady at my Bat Mitzvah, so that shit is tough to beat).

(Top: Zara, Pants: Rag & Bone, Shoes: Alexander Wang, Hair Band: Duane Reade)

I wore my new digs to the party (ignore the mess, Hadley was over and we had 15 minutes to get ready, and that means no time to put options back on hangers). Because I am prone to spilling and because I am poor and have to hand wash all my pants in a plastic salad bowl my mother used to put 3D Doritos in at our middle school pool parties back in Tejas (remember that snack of kings?), I wouldn’t allow myself to wear these until the party. It was like a weird form of torture having to look at them every day for a week and NOT put them on. They’re pretty amazeballs. Way to go Rag & Bone, you win, again.

(On Hadley: Top: JCrew, Jeans: Levi’s, Clutch: Vintage)

This is the best (not joking, this did actually involve effort) picture of Hadley and myself. In my defense, we did take 3 before this and all of them had passers by in front of my face while Hadley laughed. By take 4 I chose not to look at the camera. I had given up hope.

Rather than relay a play by play of the evening, I will let the plethora of party pics taken by yours truly (and a handful of other select guests) a la instagram do the talking. Please enjoy. I know you are jealous.  Did I mention it was Fleet Week? Because if I hadn’t, I want you to know that I made friends in uniform that evening. I may or may not have given this guy seven high fives. His name was Adam. God bless you sir. Not only for all you do for our country, but for all you had to put up with from me and my overtly excited friends.