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Setting the Mood: The Days of Our Lives

By |December 2nd, 2013|Setting the Mood|

whydid blogThis week’s theme is going to be a little something called evolution.  And, no, not evolution in the Darwinian way because my father would disown me and besides, it’s much more romantic to believe we were specifically created rather than spawned from algae turned angiosperms.  What I’m talking about is the day to day changes that shape, create, and formulate the special little creatures who have become and who we will be.  I couldn’t have imagined what my day would be like one year ago, and I certainly couldn’t imagine what I would be doing right this moment five years ago when I started WhyDid.com (formerly WhyDidYouWearThat.com).  The way I dress today, let alone, the woman I am, is not something I could have predicted, but for better or worse it is exactly who I am- and for that I’m thankful.

whydid-must-haves-fashion-blogCapitol Couture by Trish Summerville Girl on Fire T-Shirt, Kotur Make Your Own Minaudiere Satin Clutch, By Kilian Good Girl Gone Bad Eau de Parfum, Inez and Vinoodh Oxidized Silver Pearl Necklace

 

Who are you?

xx,

WhyDid

 

Setting the Mood: Smells Like Teen Spirit, Again.

By |October 8th, 2013|Setting the Mood|

90s grunge styleThe 90’s: a decade I can get behind.  Rather than leaving us with treasures like bad perms. legwarmers, and the hair bands of the 80’s, this decade was the cooler, more rebellious little sister.   I always wondered why anyone wanted to purposely look like an asshole by throwing an 80’s theme party.  Some things are meant to be left in the past.  Like your ex’s and that one school photo when you had braces and DIY bangs.

The 90’s left the legacies of grunge, garage bands and fashion trends worth repeating.  Combat boots, babydoll dresses, and anything plaid are 90’s style essentials (not to mention some of this fall’s must haves).  Unkempt hair, porcelain skin, and a deep wine pout are the beauty staples to complete your trip back in time.  Bonus points for being able to borrow your boo’s blouse.  Your flannel, is my flannel, honey.  Hello, androgyny.  Recall CkOne?  Who didn’t love My So Called Life and who can forget the queen of grunge, Ms. Courtney Love?  Starting to see why sometimes history is worth repeating?

DKNY Cotton Blend Flannel Nightshirt, $58, Lucca Couture Daisy Print Chiffon Dress, $59Bop Basics Cashmere Oversized Beanie, $80, Saint Laurent Patti Boots, $1,295

 

xx,

WhyDid

Why Did You Wear That: Take Two, Part One

By |August 13th, 2013|Personal Style, Why Did You Wear That?|

kirsten smithBuying a dress for your own birthday party is a pretty big deal.  At least it was for me this year.  For my first birthday back in New York, I wanted to celebrate with my favorite friends who I had missed so much and look damn good while doing so.  However, having a birthday in the icy wintry month of January proves to be a bit more difficult when perusing the racks.  I had been eying a particular lacy black dress online for quite some time and finally concluded the day of my birth would be the perfect time to debut it.

The good thing about this dress is that it’s neither seasonal, nor too trendy.  It makes a statement without being something that can only be worn once.  So, one evening, when I couldn’t quite figure out what to wear for another friend’s birthday party, I pulled this pretty little thing out of my closet for another spin around the dancefloor.  This time sans tights.  On my way out, I decided I should also probably take out the trash.  Well, wouldn’t you know, it was a good thing I hadn’t worn my usual post workout sweat stained garb to handle the task.  As I approached the compactor room, a very dashing gentleman was on his way in to toss his own trash.  Being an actual gentleman, he held the door open for me and continued to hold it so that I wouldn’t be shut in the creepy, stinky room solo.  As I leaned over the shoot, the fellow commented, “That’s quite an outfit for garbage duty.”  To which I replied, “Oh, this old thing?”

kirsten smith

kirsten smith

studded sandals

kirsten smithdress: Nightcap Clothing (long sleeve version), shoes: Steve Madden (similar), clutch: Helena de Natalio (similar), bracelet: vintage necklace (similar), nails: Marie Nails

Stay tuned for this little black dress, take two.

xx,

WhyDid

Why Did You Wear That: Hat Trick

By |August 10th, 2013|Personal Style, Why Did You Wear That?|

black fedoraWhen my fave friend and photog and I do a photoshoot, there are about a billion pictures wherein I look like an asshole.  However, when we get one, we really get one.  After prancing through the streets a few weeks ago, we decided to just play around with the look and my oh so rustic exposed brick wall.  It’s amazing what a little red lip can do.  This particular shade is my tried and true.  A bit of hair tossing, creative direction, and fun created these outtakes… which sometimes turn out to be the best ones.

kirsten smith

kirsten smith

kirsten smith

xx,

WhyDid

Why Did You Wear That: Work in Progress

By |August 2nd, 2013|Personal Style, Why Did You Wear That?|

kirsten smithWhen I first came to New York, it was a very different place.  I spent the summer as an intern at Escada, living in a sublet studio apartment on West 49th Street.  Other than sleeping and going to work, I didn’t spend much time in that neighborhood known as Hell’s Kitchen.  The majority of my first Manhattan adventures happened right where I live today.   Back when the Meatpacking District lived up to its illustrious moniker, we stepped over pools of blood and hunks of meat in our stilettos before making it to our final destination.  During that time, before Buddha Bar moved in and skyrocketed the rent, our friends and designers had their studios on Little West 12th Street, which is where more than many of our New York City nights began.  We’d drink and dance and swap out our Midwestern garb for the stylings of our fashionable friends.  When the clock struck midnight, we didn’t head home like Cinderella.  That’s when our evening began.  This was the era when rubbing elbows with an Olsen and sitting down to rest your feet only to find Roberto Cavalli seated beside you was commonplace.  Unlike LA, no one here bothered to bat an eyelash. (more…)