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Why Did You Wear That: Under the Boardwalk

By |September 3rd, 2016|Personal Style, Why Did You Wear That?|

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Ah, where were we?  Oh, that’s right.  Dissecting summer’s sweat stains and cynicism,  When I realized that I might be a little overdressed for housing hot dogs and giving the Tilt O Whirl a spin, I swapped my bodycon two piece for something a lot softer and a bit breezier: TOBI’s Desert Dreaming Dress Set.  There are days when it’s so steamy you can’t stand the thought of anything touching you, not even Ryan Gosling with a puppy and plate of freshly baked gluten free chocolate chip cookies.  Rather than give up on life by throwing on an oversized dashiki, find something in a natural (aka not synthetic) fabric that’s got some room to breathe and bonus points for clever ventilation design details.

Now, I realize the title of this entry may be a bit misleading.  I did do a serious stroll down the boardwalk by the sea taking in all the scents and the scenery, but I did not find myself at any point in a place where I might be able to sneak off with some handsome surfer for canoodling beneath the pier (and not just because there were no handsome surfers anywhere to be found).  Turns out, this boardwalk is exactly that– a walkway made from, you guessed it, boards.  On one side, you’ve got candy apple carts, frozen beverages and burgers, and every carnival ride your mother wouldn’t allow you to KDKD for fear of a fate worse than Fabio’s.  On the other side, there is a very impressive stretch of sand, way wider than many of the shorelines that have slowly eroded over the years.

 

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Desert Dreaming Dress Set, c/o TOBI

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Photography by Michael Stiegler

Why Did You Wear That: Put a Ring on It

By |August 26th, 2016|Personal Style, Why Did You Wear That?|

by-breanne-candy-rungsSomeone once said, “If you liked it then you should’ve put a ring on it.”  Was it Confucius or Beyonce?  I always get those two mixed up.  In any case, a few years ago, someone did actually like it enough to put a ring on it.  Sadly, he didn’t like it enough to keep his hands off of his boss’s secretary.  No harm, no foul– saved me from a life in the suburbs drinking  wine by the liter (and I don’t mean Santa Margherita) while coming up with new reasons to run errands at Target (the only entertainment in town besides Bert’s Stadium Sports Bar, formerly known as Blue Bonnet, RIP).

Sure, that experience may have made me a bit gun shy when it comes to relationships with men, but it did nothing to deter my interest in jewelry.  Until it started giving me a rash, I even continued to wear my ring on the opposite hand simply because I liked the way it sparkled.  But what if you don’t happen to have your own sparkler sitting around for days when you need a little bit of bling to brighten your mood?

ByBreanne to the rescue.  Remember back in grade school the only thing better than making paperclip retainers or letting Elmer’s glue dry on your hand only to peel it off?  You know, those cavity causing candy delights called Ring Pops?  Fast forward to present day where Miss Butler has cleverly come up with a way to bring back that childhood nostalgia, while keeping things fashion forward.  Crafting statement rings sweet as sugar, literally, these candy rings provide functionality and fun for only an evening.  Perfect for party favors or even moonlighting as napkin rings at dinner parties, they are a serious step up from penis straws at bachelorette parties.

They say diamonds are forever, but some things are only meant to be temporary.  Have your fun and eat it too- not something you can do with diamonds. A cracked tooth?  Now that is forever.

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Camisole and Panties by Gempicket, Ring by ByBreanne

Why Did You Wear That: Escape from New York City

By |August 15th, 2016|Personal Style, Why Did You Wear That?|

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Ah, summer in the city.  It wasn’t until just this past week that we were reminded exactly what it might feel like to wade through a crock pot of steamy, stewing, week old garbage.  This is that special time of year when we trade in bitching about blizzards for raising all hell over heatwaves.  Your weather app may say it’s a balmy 93 degrees but keep scrolling down to “real feel” and don’t forget to check the humidity while you’re at it.

The back of cabs transform into Slip N’ Slides of our own sweat.  Sidewalks double as hot plates.  The drips of overhead window air conditioners become welcome reprieves from the heat.  I’ve all but given up on a “good hair day” and relegated my wardrobe to basic black or any pattern that might disguise the sweat stains acquired merely walking the five blocks to the A train where I can’t decide whether the weather above or below ground is more oppressive.  Most of us look like human versions of Salvador Dali’s Persistence of Memory and for whatever reason- perhaps the overwhelming waft of “pheromones” or all around “wet” look- cat calling reaches its peak.  How E E Cummings couldn’t capture this in one single sonnet, I’ll never know.

The only way one might manage to survive a New York City summer is by getting out of town.  Having lived in Manhattan for a combined total of ten years and forgetting that West Coast blunder, I’ve sunned myself from Southampton to Montauk.  Slathered on sunscreen in the Rockaways and caught the Seastreak to Sandy Hook.  Yet, I had never made my way to one of the most exotic and the last stops on the F train.  You don’t need a passport, but may want to make sure your vaccinations are up to date.  A boardwalk by the beach complete with cotton candy, bumper cars, and locals who could be considered its carneys- there lies the coastal gem called Coney Island.

As it was my first time to this foreign land, I wasn’t sure what to wear.  Fortunately, TOBI was kind enough to send me some summer essentials perfect for those days when it’s so hot even your brain begins to fry and you need the guesswork taken out of dress work.  The Love Buzz Strappy Bodycon Set seemed like the obvious choice for perusing the Coney Art Walls.  While Coney Island, itself, is quite colorful, what better backdrop for a photoshoot than commissioned graffiti by prominent street artists?  This little two piece wonder looks good with just about anything from cartoon ice cream cones to causing a riot… something sure to happen had I spent one more sticky second in the city.

To be continued…

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Photos by Michael Stiegler

Why Did You Wear That: Vive La Poncho

By |January 19th, 2016|Beauty & Trends, Why Did You Wear That?|

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As someone who is currently wondering, who the f#*& snuck into my apartment while I was out and shrunk all of my pants in the commercial driers downstairs, I completely understand the post holiday bloat.  Too much drinking, too many late nights, slacking on those workouts, and allowing for one (hundred) too many cheat days, has left me giving new meaning to the term “skinny jeans.”  While the seams of my jeans hold on for dear life until I’ve managed to get my life back under control, I’ve taken to hiding my holiday leftovers in clever ways that don’t include Tupperware.  That’s right, it’s been a little while since I’ve sported a crop top and turns out, it’s not necessary to carb load when you aren’t training for a marathon.

One way that is conveniently cozy during this altogether dismal time of year, is draping oneself in what is called a “poncho.”

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Now, ponchos have gotten a bit of a bad rap over the last, say, hundred thirty years, but the ponchos of present are anything but unkempt.  Great to wear for travel as well as for covering up those leggings on your way to Pilates, ladies- ponchos are the answer to all of our overeating.  I also love a poncho for lounging lackadaisically around the apartment on winter weekends while I scroll through Netflix for the hundred thousandth time wondering why it’s only suggesting I watch movies with tragic titles and strong female leads.  Because the Snuggie isn’t appropriate for public consumption and you haven’t yet reduced yourself to sweatpants, check out these alternative options in the form of ponchos.

ponchos fall 2015 trends1. Shades of Grey by Micah Cohen Colorblock Poncho, 2. Madewell Border Cape Scarf, 3. Vince Cashmere Poncho, 4. Mara Hoffman Knit Cape, 5. Rag & Bone Devon Poncho, 6. Barbajada Fringed Cashmere Scarf, 7. Burberry Prorsum Colorblock Cashmere Poncho, 8. Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent Scarf Poncho, 9. DKNY Asymmetric Fringed Poncho, 10. 3.1 phillip lim Fringe Poncho

 

Setting the Mood: New Year, Same Tricks

By |December 29th, 2015|Setting the Mood, Why Did You Wear That?|

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I like New Year’s Eve.  I always have.  Despite the unnecessary pressure to come up with somewhere fantastic to toast the new year so as to post on all social media channels by 12:01 and even more pressure to lock down the perfect twelve o’clock kiss, there’s a bit of mystique built into an evening otherwise designed for disappointment.

What you may not know about me is that I’m missing the holiday gene.  I don’t love Christmas carols, I couldn’t tell you the last time I decorated a tree, and I’ve spent the last two December 25th’s like Macaulay Culkin, home alone in Manhattan.  A Grinch I am not, but because my family is so spread out across the country, the holiday season has taken on a bit of a different meaning to me.  If you’ve never experienced New York on Christmas day, which most people have not, you are missing out on something truly magical.  Empty sidewalks, closed cafes, and the absence of angry horns.  Talk about silent night.

By the time December 31st rolls around, I’m more than ready to trade in the previous year for a newer model.  I’ve got a list of bad habits I’m set to swear off, a newfangled collection of delusions for the year ahead, and a fresh pair of red knickers (for good luck, of course).

The places I’ve spent the last day of the year have been sordid and there are very few which warrant honorable mentions.  As a matter of fact, I had to think for a moment where I even was last year.  I danced the night away with new friends at Soho House and drank my body weight in champagne.  I wore a black crepe de chine romper with lace tights.  And as for this kiss?  I was caught canoodling with a handsome young Frenchman.  His name? Je ne sais pas.