This time of year, especially around the holidays, plaid plays a very important role in winter wardrobing. Personally? I have a penchant for plaid. I went to plenty of private schools, St. Michael’s, St. Edward’s, and Linsly and maybe that’s where my love of plaid began. Many may beg to differ, but there’s nothing better than slamming the snooze button knowing that your outfit for school that day is predetermined, so you can afford a few more moments of shut eye. Honestly, there’s not a lot better than a good school uniform. For years, I was living out my very own Britney Spears Baby One More Time music video. Not really sure how the boys (or teachers) concentrated with pretty young things clad in pleated plaid skirts, knee socks, button downs, and blazers. The worst three years of my life were those spent in public school during my middle school years- not solely for the lack of uniform, because my closet actually quadrupled in size during that time. I may be the only adolescent on record who begged to go back. I’m pretty sure it appeared on my Christmas list two years running. While I did finally get my way, I still wax poetic about inappropriately short plaid skirts (I found myself in the office on more than one occasion for figuring out new and inventive ways to chop off a few inches from mine) and all the iterations of legwear and platform penny loafers. Fortunately, there are many ways that we can all relive our prep school pasts with grown up plaid pieces.
Okay, so you couldn’t track down those Chanel espadrilles that every blogger under the sun has been spotted sporting, or maybe you couldn’t fathom throwing down upwards of $400 on summer flats. Perhaps, like me, you prefer to stand out rather than blend in with the masses. In any case, this summer’s perfect flat to run around town (or the boardwalk) in is the flat espadrille. A welcome change (for me, at least) from the standard ballet flat, a lifesaver in between pedicures, and a more polished option than flip flops, it’s time for you to grab a pair or two of your own. Check out the pair above that I procured (and posted on my Instagram) for summer skimming.
Before there was a Christian Louboutin next to the deli on my block (before a bag of chips cost $10), there used to be an art gallery with big glass windows. Inside this gallery was a huge neon sign, a beacon of glowing red ligt in the night, that said, “Love Me.” I wished so badly I had the wall space and cash to acquire this piece of art that’s basically my life’s motto. Little did I know, this was from the same street artist who has made his mark all over New York, Los Angeles, and Tokyo with his signature, “Love Me” campaign. You may have seen it scribbled on everything from the side of a building to the side of a meat truck. The man behind this beautiful mantra? Curtis Kulig. Not only is his message beautiful, he’s not too bad to look at, ladies.
But alas, as all artists know, these bills won’t pay themselves. His “Love Me” logo gained so much momentum that everyone from Vans to Urban Outfitters has tapped him to add a little love to their products. And just in time for Valentine’s Day, he’s also teamed up with Smashbox, which may seem like an odd collaboration, but might be the most fitting as makeup application is actually a form of art. These are the perfect little items to treat yourself or a friend to for Valentine’s Day and, of course, to spread a little love.
Another year, another round of award shows doling out little metal trophies to folks who may or may not deserve them. But the fun is not in who wins what as much as it is in who wears what. So, let the self tanner application, lapses in style judgement, and wardrobe malfunctions begin and let’s kick things off with last night’s American Music Awards.
While it’s been a while since I’ve tuned in, some things remain exactly as they did a year ago… and beyond. These include but are not limited to:
They’re still letting Chris Brown perform. Why they even let him out of his cage, I’ll never know, but this white girl won’t be dancing like it’s her birthday when his songs come on. Ever.
Jenny McCarthy is still hot.
You still can’t touch MC Hammer.
Christina Aguilera still wears leotards when she probably shouldn’t (but she can still sing like nobody’s business, so we’ll give her a pass).
Pitbull is still making songs that don’t make any logical sense in English or Spanish.
Crowding the stage with babes in bedazzled bustiers will still cover up any bad performance.
Taylor Swift is still singing about some boy who did her wrong in something that resembles a bad prom dress.
Nicki Minaj is still in need of a time out.
Pink could still kick your ass.
No Doubt is still as rad as ever.
And while it’s nice to have a bit of stability in your life, I’m a little concerned about America’s choices in music. Perhaps that’s a better indicator of the state of our nation? One thing that does seem to be changing is Justin Bieber’s voice (anyone else catch that?) which was quite clear after hearing him dedicate his win to the “haters” (he realizes he’s an eighteen year old 98lb white kid, right?). So, I decided I was going to come up with my own award categories that seem much, much more important:
Color of the Evening:
Most in Need of a New Hairstyle:
So, let’s step it up, folks. We’ll consider this a “warm up.” A “rehearsal” if you will. Last time I checked, which was just now, my socks are still on, so no one particularly blew me away. Bring on the crazy… I’ve gotta have something to write about.
You know what I like almost as much as cashmere sweaters, puppies, and unicorns? Boots! A great pair of boots (or twenty) makes winter and the impending arctic ice storms (almost) bearable. In addition to the standard short black bootie, knee high boots, and riding boots, there are four trend heavy boots I’ve picked up on for this fall…and you should too. Toss one (or two, or three, or four) of these styles into your regularly scheduled program to kick things up a bit (had to).