When it’s as subdued as it is in these jeans, I’d say so.
I always wear brown as a neutral. And I tend to layer it. Like here, in the three different shades of my belt, my vest and my cardigan.
Quite the earthy colour palette, isn’t it?
A little less earthy? My shbooties. They’re pure city.
So the only question is: can this pose be any more posey? Ummmm, doubt it.
Funny thing is — this isn’t my only pirate shirt. I’m amassing a bit of a collection.
I just have to be careful how many cheap, cheerful gold chains I wear with them. I could be dancing dangerously close to crossing the line between costume and costume jewelry.
Wore my F-Troupe shoes to add a little je ne sais quoi. Which means I’m dancing dangerously close to, um, dancing.
So here we go:
Lawrence Hill’s The Book of Negroes still haunts me (it’s published everywhere other than Canada as Someone Knows My Name). Read it.
Thank you Surina and Ashley for recommending it. Image found here.
It was Ten Thousand Things who first introduced me to Passion Pit. And I just wanted to say thanks.
Because I’m really digging ’em.
Photo found here.
Roadtripping around the city in search of a wedding dress (hooray Briony!) means you need to fuel up.
Did I offer to help? Nope. I just sat in the car and took photos of my girlfriends who looked so gosh-darned cute in their matching silhouettes.
Especially since they were both in casual white tops, big belts and puffy skirts.
Aaaaand sandals. Take that, autumn!
says One More Gadget of my shbooties.
If you ever saw me try to work my Blackberry you’d be even more surprised I was featured on the fancy gadgetry site. Bless your heart, OMG, bless your heart.
that makes me wear it with menswear.
Maybe it’s its short, black leather-ness — it could look mildly scandalous unless paired with a conservative top. You know, something a lumberjack would wear.
The shirt is men’s vintage. So is the watch. It’s my husband’s Omega from the 50s (for months he wouldn’t let me wear it and when he finally did, the first thing I did was break the strap — sorryyyyyy!).
At least we can figure out what it is about me that makes him hesitant to lend me anything.
The Audreys and the Jackies of the world. But iconic blondes have a place in my heart too. Take Debbie Harry for instance, one of the coolest women of all time. Is it ironic that Blondie looks so b-b-b-bad to the bone as a brunette?
I love that dress. So much so that I’m considering having it made. Perhaps in Kelly green.
Photo found here.
I laughed when I saw that la flore et la faune had the Anthology listed under “Ceux qui devraient dessiner,” which (according to Google Translate) means “Those who should draw.” If there’s one thing I should not do — it’s draw. Je suis terrible.
But La Flore didn’t believe me. In fact, La Flore challenged me to draw an outfit. Et voila. It took me three tries to produce the one on the right. And I didn’t even bother to include arms. Or shins.
It looked much better in real life. With all my chains and my concert t-shirt (I’m one of the people who buys those. Remember the New Kids?).
And my F-Troupe shoes. Which I love because they’re just a little boyish.
I suppose, then, it’d be fair to list me under “Ceux qui devraient wear those more often.”
The type of thing you wear when the rest of your outfit is less than conservative.
But it’s not. At all. It works beautifully with pants (hello autumn, wish I could say I was happy to see you again).
I found this bedazzled beauty at an antique fair awhile ago.
And even though my husband told me it was too over-the-top, too sequin-y, to razzle-dazzle-y, I followed my heart and ignored him (ahhh…marriage).