I love these pants so much. The way they move. The way they feel. The color is perfect as well. I decided to pair with a simple turtle neck and some of my favorite vintage bangles. I love chunky bracelets and I have started scouring thrift stores, vintage stores, & antique stores for them. My aunt even picks them up for me on her trips to the shops as well. I love looking at images of Loulou de la Falaise and Tina Chow and seeing how they layered their bracelets. I hope to be able to master the art of accessorizing like those ladies.
Home Archive for 2015
This Isabel Marant dress is one of my favorite dresses. It is one of those things you put on and instantly feel amazing in. It has been unseasonably warm here (and it seems like it has been everywhere else), so I decided to pull it out again and pair with a blazer. I'm also wearing new Margiela boots that I am in love with. I can't resist blue suede.
I love that this dress is both lace and velvet. Two of my favorite things.
Dress is Free People available here
I miss the energy, the sound of my footsteps on the pavement, the smells, watching the sunrise through the buildings. New faces. Solo visits to the Natural History Museum. Wandering around the East Village and Soho. Everything and nothing. Late night cab rides and trips to the diner. Dancing in the street. Wandering through the park. The highest highs and the lowest lows. The stillness of the rooftop.
I miss New York City. When I left I honestly thought a part of me would never want to go back. I have two sides of me. The country girl and the city girl...and they are almost always at battle. New York brought out the best and worst in me. And I was tired of being manic. I had to leave. I've been back since I moved away and it was different. A city is different once you have lived there. Once you have seen the cracks. But I like the cracks and the grit. Every now and again I get a pain where I miss it. I will smell something or feel something and be taken back. When I received this t-shirt I knew I wanted to use it as a platform for talking a little bit about my New York experience.
A lot of my best memories took place in the East Village. Lots of laughs, late nights, and doing things we probably shouldn't have done. It will always be one of my favorite parts of the city.
Thank you to Truly Madly Deeply for sending this t-shirt to me. Available here.
I'm wearing with one of my all time favorite coats from The Reformation. Available here. I love that I feel like a muppet in this coat.
This vintage Saks Fifth Avenue suede coat is one of the best things that I own. Collecting vintage is a passion of mine and the 1970s hold a very special place in my heart. When I was a teenager I would get obsessive about decades and almost exclusively only watch, read, listen, and dress like I was from a certain era. I still have that obsessive nature... the need to dive into a certain subject and know everything about it. But now I am more apt to dive into multiple eras and subjects at one time. The 1970s have always been one of my favorites. I would host discos in my room as a child. I would play my favorite disco, funk, & soul tracks from the 1970s with my discos balls placed around my room. My favorite word was groovy and I wanted to be a dancer on Soul Train. Not only is the music from the 1970s important to me so is the fashion. Images of Studio 54, Yves Saint Laurent, and Big Biba dance through my head. I love how clothing can transport us.
I think that Lanvin campaigns have seeped into my memory. As well as scenes from Anna Karenina and Balthus paintings. Our inspirations go into our minds as singular elements and then come out as a beautiful mixture. Eras, ideas, concepts... they all collide into one. It was a grey day but the sun would peek out behind the clouds every once in a while creating the most beautiful light. I love searching for alleyways. Things that are almost the opposite of what I wear. Textures, colors, patterns. Years of exposure to the elements can create beauty.
Everything I am wearing is from Zara. A few of the things I snagged during their annual sale.
Black will always be my favorite. I've had my eye on this top for a while now and I finally decided to get it. I love the illusion of a choker that it gives. I also cannot stop wearing these cropped baby flares that I got from Zara. They are my new staple.
Sometimes we get caught up in thinking that we aren't on the right path or that we aren't doing enough to live our dreams. We might not be where we want but do something every day toward that goal. No matter how crazy people around you might think you are. You will have to make sacrifices but persistence and determination are essential. You need to be consistent. These are the keys. Be patient but keep pushing forward. Nobody can do it but you.
All last week I talked about my love of basics. But what my love of basics is rooted in in my love of classics. The things that we will have forever. The pieces that stand the test of time. Good design and quality materials will always be in style. When I was in Ireland a few weeks ago I was on a mission to find a classic cable knit sweater. It is safe to say I have been living in this Irelands Eye sweater the past few weeks and I will continue to do so. When I got home I knew I had to research the company. I love to know the story behind what I wear. While I was reading about Irelands Eye I was so captivated by the O'Sullivan's story of how their father started knitting their sweaters in the garage of their Dublin home. I love the inspiration drawn from the landscape of Ireland. You can feel it when you wear one of their pieces. I love classic design, design that has roots and love.
Dublin by night.
I feel home. More at home than anywhere else. Passport stamped. I'm here. Taxi ride politics. Freedom and heartbreak. Dark streets and flashing lights. Dublin hasn't woken up yet. The train station at 5 am. It is half lit. Half open. I can smell the coffee and the rubber. A few stray workers are getting ready for the first journey of the day. Everything is a haze. A dizzying blur. Homes, businesses, fields.. we watch the sunrise through the window. Ireland is waking up and I am as well. You cross the point of exhaustion and you start running on fumes. I'm trying to feel it all. I take a bath to wash away the grime of travel. The smell of transportation has seeped into my skin. I let it all soak in. I fall asleep in the white room with Modigliani's The Boy staring down at me. It's a heavy sleep. It is a dreamless sleep. But there is no more time. We must get up and see the world. Walking around the streets of Cork. Streets that I would soon know like the back of my hand. It is crazy how something so new will become so familiar in a small amount of time. Markets, shops, and new faces pass me by. Hidden pubs that are full of conversations. But there is blood in the streets; it's time to go home. I am up too late again. Filled with dreams. Filled with life. The church bells ring and it is time for a new day. Castles, stones, hawks, and owls. Lots of stairs, paths, and old couples walking hand in hand. We stop off at the Gap of Dunloe. There is nothing but the sound of air and streams. I am struck again. I feel the change happening again. A new world. A world that I have always known but haven't been able to access. Doubts, fears, anxiety... all keeping me back. But there is no more going back. I'm here now. Chance encounters and late night walks in the streets. Dancing to Fast Car played by some buskers. Everything lined up. Everything was so beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. Up too late again. Saying goodbye for the first time. I can't sleep because I can't stop crying. The next morning I wake up and wonder if it was even real. But it was. The day is filled with love. Laughing, crying, dancing. Johnny Cash and The Chieftains. The Muppets and Bach. Everything is under this one roof. Crying while walking through the streets. Trying to process it all. The long train ride back to Dublin. Trying to write everything down so it doesn't feel so far away. I don't want things to slip through the cracks. I want my words to feel as alive on the page as they do in my heart. How do things that are so far away feel so close? Our hearts and souls are imprinted with these memories. They can't leave us. We carry them. But there are more blessings to come. Sneaking on the rooftops. The bullet holes on O'Connell street. The history surrounds me. We keep passing the angels. They are watching over us. Dancing through the streets. I swear we don't meet a stranger. Jim sings us a song and Frank treats us like his own. Hugs and kisses. Too much cider. More laughing. More singing. More tears. It's everything and everywhere.
This will be the last of my basics post for now. This 3 button tee is one of my favorites that Truly Madly Deeply sent over. I decided to pair it with one of my best Salvation Army finds...a $10 patchwork fur jacket. This outfit is another example of my conflicting tastes. My minimalist and maximalist heart are at one here. I have my jeans and tee as a foundation and my patchwork fur as my shell.
As I mentioned in the previous post... a good t-shirt, good jeans, & ankle boots are my basics. The corner stones of my wardrobe. I would also like to add my lived in leather jacket. Thank you again to Truly Madly Deeply for sending me a few tops to play around with. I layered this grey crew neck tee with my favorite leather jacket and blanket scarf. I can't get enough of these Citizens of Humanity Rocket High Rise jeans. They are the most flattering jeans that I own. I found these Kurt Geiger boots browsing Brown Thomas while I was in Dublin. I knew that they had to come home with me.
I think my style lies somewhere between minimalist and maximalist. Introvert and Extrovert. I am simultaneously drawn to basic and bold. Stark whiteness and melodic patterns. Clean lines and brocaded velvets... but this post is about basics.
I want to do a few posts dedicated to basics. Truly Madly Deeply was so kind to send me a few t-shirts to style so this is the first one that I want to feature. The white t-shirt. Is there anything more perfect yet elusive? I search high and low for the perfect cut, the perfect white, the perfect drape. I have a drawer dedicated to the white t-shirt. It's an eternal love affair.
Along with the white t-shirt I also appreciate a good pair of high waist jeans, black leather boots, and a sturdy well cut coat. I hoard black leather boots. I can't help it.