Date or no date this Valentine’s Day, there’s no reason not to put on your flirtiest frock to paint the town red… or pink. Nothing stops traffic quite like a little red dress, but if you’re not crazy about crimson, there are several shades of pink- pale to punchy- that will also do the trick turning heads.
This Saturday, I plan on changing up my standard behaviors of drinking wine in bed watching Sex and the City re-runs, by doing the same thing with one of my best friends in our underwear. That’s right, it’s Valentine’s Day (or as it’s been renamed, Singles’ Awareness Day). Truth be told, I love red roses– so long as there isn’t one single sprig of baby’s breath within a five mile radius. I also love lingerie, chocolate, gifts, and well, love. I don’t actually have a problem with the holiday other than the fact that it’s a commercially manufactured one and it’s still not legal to marry your pet as there are not really any other suitable males in my life to spend February 14th with.
It seems a little counterintuitive to combine wearing skimpy lingerie while overindulging in chocolate, but then again, I enjoy all my meals in bed, so I’m in. If you don’t have a significant other, or even if you do, I think Valentine’s Day is a great a day as any to show yourself a little bit of love.
Taylor Swift in Elie Saab, Sebastian (with dad, Wiz Khalifa)
Last night marked the 57th Annual Grammy Awards. Everyone was there from Beyonce to Mary J. Blige. Even Prince showed up clad in head to toe sequins to present an award along with delivering probably the most profound message of the evening, “Albums, like books and black lives, still matter.” Taylor Swift and Kanye may have buried the hatchet, but Mr. West nearly disrupted Beck’s speech while accepting the award for Album of the Year. He thought it belonged to Beyonce and clearly we just need to give him a seat on every voting panel to avoid further broadcast disruptions. In any case, I’m not sure who even hosted last night’s awards, but I wasn’t really tuned into the show post red carpet arrivals. I had pegged Ms. Swift as my favorite for the night- that is, until Wiz Khalifa’s son, Sebastian showed up. Two of my favorites who I never thought I’d be calling elegant, were Miley Cyrus and Nicki Minaj. Both tamed their usually outlandish looks for sleeker, more sophisticated styles. As for the rest of the arrivals? I’ll let you be the judge as I kept having the strange sensation of deja vu.
Beyonce in Proenza Schouler, Jessie J in Ralph and Russo
Nicki Minaj in Tom Ford, Miley Cyrus in Alexandre Vauthier
Anna Kendrick in Band of Outsiders, Gwen Stefani in Atelier Versace
Rihanna in Giambattista Valli, Princess Peach
Madonna in Givenchy, Matador on a Cell Phone
Charlie XCX, Creepy Rabbit
Sia and Maddie Ziegler, Thing One and Thing Two
Chrissy Teigen in Emilio Pucci, Ariana Grande in Versace
Jennifer Hudson in Tom Ford, Papertowels
Lady Gaga in Brandon Maxwell, Christina Aguilera in Versace
Kim Kardashian in Jean Paul Gaultier, Blanche Devereaux
Kelly Osbourne in Christian Siriano, Katy Perry in Zuhair Murad
When I was little, American Girls were introduced. As luck would have it, one of these dolls was named Kirsten. There was no way on Earth my mother thought I should go one single day without having a Kirsten doll of my own. Eventually, she got a best friend named Samantha. Having spent the past week in Paris (much more on that later), I’ve learned quite a bit about what French men (and women) think about American girls. While I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb with a money belt and massive camera, once I spoke English, the French were very intrigued to ask us about our President and who we thought would be the next. (Their guess is Hillary Clinton). The style here is much like New York, except they aren’t afraid of a full length fur and even those dressed down have a bit more polish and panache than their American counter parts. While I blended in nicely, I do suppose wearing the outfit in this post would have been a dead giveaway of American descent.
You’ve probably heard the term, “normcore” being tossed around from time to time in the past twelve months- maybe over a rye whiskey or while scanning the latest Urban Outfitters catalog. The first time I heard it was after visiting Dr. Kenet‘s office where his wife explained to me that their teenage daughter was on the forefront of the minimalist, dare I call it, trend. The name “normcore” is the combination of “normal” and “hardcore.” From what I gather, it’s the art of looking aggressively normal.
After a bit of research, it became clear that normcore is more than just a fashion movement, it’s an actual mindset. When you are walking around and you spot mom jeans on a girl whose reproductive organs probably just started functioning, you may feel a little confused, but don’t. You’ve just spotted normcore. The “movement” began in a fit of defiance against the fashion industry. People wanted to make it clear they weren’t buying into the trends or falling victims to the hype. In theory, that’s great, but once you make a statement against a statement, you’re making a statement. The irony, for one, is lost on me. To me, normcore is the new wave hipster. I’m more of the mindset that wearing what looks good on your body and makes you feel fancy is always on trend- and there’s nothing wrong with that. In the off chance you’d like nothing more than to look like Jerry Seinfeld or Monica on season one of Friends, here are some normcore essentials to get you started. Full disclosure, I own my very own pair of Stan Smith’s.