I haven't updated in about 3 weeks.
I have been particularly uninspired this summer. It seems strange though considering my environment. Living in the fashion capital of this Hemisphere should provide some stimulus, no? (I've been reading Karl Lagerfeld's fake blog and now I use "no?" at the end of my sentences. No is so demode, non?) I'm not really feeling much of summer style for a couple of reasons:
(1) I need to stay financially responsible. I just graduated from college, do not have a full-time job yet and am in a long distance relationship. My priorities this summer edged out shopping. I've even limited my window shopping & trips to SoHo to curb temptation. I pretty much go to work and then home to cook dinner (I love to cook!). Work style, business casual, yawn. Home style, sarong's or boyfriend's tees as dresses, provacative but nothing to talk about. I do read fashion blogs and magazines so I am current, but without shopping and desire, I have nothing new to say.
I usually am inspired by reading fashion articles and studying street style. (2) When I do go out I am rarely inspired by street wear at bars & clubs. To be totally honest, 20-something women have a yawn worthy uniform at night: Empire waist tunics worn with short shorts with black heels or baby doll mini dresses and sandals. Yes, babydolls and body conscious shorts do have their place in fashion, but a sea of people wearing the same thing, even the same beautiful couture gown, is dull.
I did find two places where people experiment, McCarren Park Pool in Brooklyn and Mansion a club in Manhattan. My friends and I went to watch Wet Hot American Summer at the scenester haven. Women experimenting with color coordination, lots of color, inventive accessories, sneakers and delicate cami's tucked in to loose easy high waisted shorts. I didn't want to leave.
At Mansion the attire matched the decor, lux. Trapeze style mini dresses in delicate fabrics, bright colors, lots and lots of heels. The women at the table next to us were sporting backless tops, high waisted skirts and Nicole Richie-esque scarves as headbands. People looked like individuals. As the night waned, the tables around my own filled of well styled women. It was almost worth the $500 table service tab.
Between the lack of disposable income and unwillingness to live vicariously through demode peers I have had nothing nice to say about fashion so chose to say nothing at all. I dont know what to do about this blog. Should I keep it? Should I just scrap the blog, discontinue it until I get my shit together? I may change the focus for a little bit and come back to style/fashion when I find my voice.
Until then, <3.
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