I remember slumber parties. I don’t remember pillow fights in my panties though. I think that cliché is some sort of sleazy scenario concocted by pervy males, when in reality, most slumber parties I attended involved Cosmo quizzes, Dr. Pepper, and pizza. I guess nearly nude party games do sound a bit saucier. At our age, most of the sleepovers we now attend are a bit more exclusive- like party of two and maybe a lucky dog at the foot of the bed. While we probably should keep playing games of truth or dare until we die, we don’t necessarily need to continue donning oversized t-shirts and Soffe shorts of platonic slumber parties of years past. One way to ensure the fire doesn’t dwindle after hours is to dress for bed like you’re dressing for your first date. Not literally, of course, because you wouldn’t necessarily wear something see through to dinner at Le Cirque and a bodycon dress for bed might be too binding- but maybe you’re into that. Swap your boxers for something silky, skip the pillow fights, and get right to the pillow talk.
As summer and steamy weather welcomes its way into our lives, so do summer Fridays and weekends away. A girlfriend and I chatted away while she packed for an exotic trip to Morocco and we laughed about how we were responsible packers and every man’s dream as we weren’t likely to pack every pair of shoes we own to match the six extra outfits that we brought “just in case.” Well, except for that one trip I took last summer wherein my entire bag broke due to sheer weight and I was berated for the rest of the week about it. That was not only irresponsible packing, but irresponsible dating. And as Hemingway once stated, “Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.” But that is neither here nor there because more likely than not we will all be escaping the city at some point and we must have the proper bag to pack along with some travel accessories to keep our jewelry and cosmetics in check.
If you live in New York you are in one of two camps: the ones who boarded Palm Springs bound planes for a wild weekend at Coachella or the rest of us who plan to stay put and enjoy the little bit of sunshine that’s finally been bestowed upon us. I fall into the second camp and am pretty okay with that. As mentioned, as much as I love a live show, being part of a commercialized and overcrowded concert series gives me the heebie jeebies. I do, however, love the opportunity to tap into my inner flower child from time to time and fortunately, my mom was smart enough to hold onto a few of her favorite pieces and pass them along to me. Smart and pretty.
sunglasses: Stella McCartney, sweater: Staring at Stars, top: vintage (thanks, mom!), jeans: Odyn, shoes: Charles David, bracelets: Kenneth Jay Lane, bag: vintage Dooney & Bourke
I’m not actually sure if I remember, but know I definitely did not participate in this trend the first go round. I, for sure, had a few angora sweaters (cropped and otherwise) back in the day, but as for this especially fuzzy sweater trend, I have no recollection. That might lead one to believe that it’s “new” but for one we all know that nothing is truly “new” and the fact that many of these styles have been labeled as “retro” I’m led to believe that perhaps I passed into a temporary coma for the fifteen minutes in the 90’s that these sweaters stole the stage. Having seen more than a few late teen/early twenty year olds sport the trend leads me to believe we are going to have to decide whether to love it or leave it like the Muppets left Manhattan.
Every girl needs a bag within which she can lug around all kinds of things that a man would never fathom being necessary on a day to day basis. We stow little items that may very well come in handy when handling an unaccounted for crisis. You call them frivolous, we say functional. It is the Girl Scout motto afterall, “Always be prepared.”
And with this 90’s resurgence it’s no wonder we are revisiting the backpack bonanza from last year. This time, however, it seems just about every designer that’s ever played in the handbag arena has thrown his/her pack in the ring. From Mr. Wang to MK and Ashley, there are backpacks crafted from studded leather to luxe leopard. Take your pack—er, pick. But will you be partaking in this trend? Or is it something we should leave back in social studies class?
On the upside: they do look pretty cute and who doesn’t want yet another chance to channel Cher Horowitz? It’s also great to just fling that baby on your shoulders and continue making overly dramatic hand gestures in conversation without that pesky handbag getting in the way. However, have you ever tried retrieving something from your stylish sack while it’s still in place on your back? Awkward. Trust me, you won’t be going for your iPhone nearly as often(which, could be another one to add to the upside). And along with looking like the teenage freak that you once were while trying to fetch a stick of Big Red from your satchel, backpacks pose as open invitations to pickpocketers, especially in a city like New York.