Friday, May 22, 2009

Black Hole #501

Because it’s the end of the week and I am therefore surrounded by crowds of men and women who have tossed their suits and ties in honor of “Casual Friday,” I thought today would be the perfect day to explain to you all why I don’t wear jeans.

Before I get started however, let me be clear. There are a few exceptions to my rule. I do own a few pair for the days my activities are particularly, well, active, or if I am engaging in some form of dirty business (i.e. cleaning, gardening, hiking, etc.). But for the majority of my business, you will find me either in dresses, skirts, or if it is especially windy (such as this Tuesday!), khakis or dress pants.

I know this sounds unusual, and I know the staple of many people’s wardrobes is their best pair of Levi’s (or True Religions), but I find them an unnecessary and, dare I say, sloppy piece of fashion. Not that jeans are sloppy themselves, in fact, many of the nicer designer labels are arguably of better quality than many other pants, but donning a pair of denim requires little thought on how to put an outfit together, often resulting in what I call “Black Hole #501.”

If you haven’t fallen victim to this light-eater of the fashion world, you at least know someone who has. The person who constantly without fail shows up to any function wearing the same jeans (because we all know when you find THAT pair, it’s THAT pair and only THAT pair from there on out to forever) and a different top. If the event is more formal, they might be wearing a button-down or a pretty blouse. If it’s a baseball game, look for the jersey (if it’s a woman, it most likely has a number seven on the back ;) ). If it’s lunch, maybe it will just be a plain white tee. But no matter what, it’s just jeans and a shirt. Maybe a few accessories if the person is more fashion-conscious.

I won’t lie. I was sucked into this cosmic toilet bowl for many years and had no idea how to work my way out. Forgoing my jeans left me with well…a bunch of shirts. And while Lady GaGa might be able to pull it off, this humble socialite isn’t ready for the world to see her underpants. As much as I love shopping, giving up my beloved denim would mean a complete wardrobe re-do, which seemed unfeasible in just one season. So without instant gratification, I continued on my dark way, buying a pair of jeans and 10 tops for every spring and fall.

Finally, last year I convinced myself the cycle had to stop. Last summer was the first season I didn’t buy a new pair of Sevens, and instead focused my bank account on cute dresses. After a few, I was hooked. The ability to throw on a dress and then focus my extra energy on accessorizing my frock was just as easy as sorting through my pile of wrinkled t-shirts. And I looked all the more stylish for it.

Since then I have slowly been adding to my collection, which now includes a multitude of skirts and coordinating tops. I am finally reaching the point where I can eliminate jeans from my closet (minus the few exceptions listed above and long overdue laundry days).

The pros of leading a much more fashionable and well-lit life seem to outweigh any cons, but there are a few. For instance, I live in Minnesota, and walking around in the winter with only tights to keep my legs warm does elicit a few odd stares and the occasional cold calf. I hope to solve that next winter with longer, knee-covering wool skirts. It can also be awkward to be the only person not wearing jeans at parties or at dinners, but what’s wrong with being unique? Finally, sometimes I just don’t have the energy and want to fall back into my hole ‘o denim. When I get the urge to slip on my TR’s and just go, I remind myself I will regret it later in the day when I have to go home and change for the evening’s dress-worthy events (another pro of leaving the jeans behind: I am ready for anything at anytime, from meeting the President to a meeting with the boss).

So what about you, my few but hopefully talkative readers? What are your wardrobe staples? Have you fallen into Black Hole #501? Is it a black hole to you, or are your favorite pair of bootlegs your shining star? I can’t wait to find out in the comments!

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Birthday Weekend Re-Cap

This weekend, specifially May 15, was my birthday! And don't even think about asking how old I am.

I always enjoy when my special day can fall on a weekend. While I always have a "birthday weekend" for celebrating, it makes it much more fun when part of that weekend is your actual birthday.

Friday night my family took me out for dinner, followed immediately by a long night out with BF and friends drinking and dancing. Drinks were paid for (not by me, of course), shots were taken, and hilarity insued for most of the evening until BF and I collapsed into our favorite cabbie's car and I proceded to tell him my drunken life story on the $10 ride home.

Saturday normally would have been a day to recover, but because it was my birthday weekend I instead spent the day with my parents and BF trying out my birthday present: golf clubs. Nine holes proved that new clubs don't make you Tiger Woods, but they do help a little. Even still, by the 7th green I was feeling lack of sleep, and after quadruple-bogieing the ninth, BF and I headed home and crashed. Note to self: If you want to go out two nights in a row, don't go golfing in between.

Today is going to be the relaxing day I missed yesterday. Plans are watching TV and movies and vegging out on greazy foods. Maybe when the BF gets back from golfing (his goal is 30 rounds this summer) I will drag myself to Art-A-Whirl which unfortunately had to take a backseat to the festivities.

Birthdays are my favorite parts of the year. I feel like birthday excitement fits on sort of a bell-curve. As a child, you are excited about your birthday, but because the attention is on you the majority of the year, birthday's are just the day you get to eat cake. However, as I get older and realize the world is less and less about me (tragic, really), birthdays are the day that I finally get the attention and recognition I crave. I know someday I will dread the passing of one more year, but for now, I'm enjoying the high.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Met Gala and My First Post

Since registering this URL and creating my Twitter feed, I have struggled with how to start my blog. Blogging block? I suppose so. 

However,  last night finally provided me the material I had been waiting for! The Metropolitan Museum of Art's Costume Institute Gala for their new exhibit "The Model As Muse" provided more than enough fodder for a first post. 

What's a better way to start off a blog on the life of a socialite than a re-cap of one of the biggest events of the season so far? A fashion critique of the red-carpet of course!  

Here's the good (few), the bad (more), and the ugly (truly terrifying): 

The Good:

Anne Hathaway in her Marc Jacobs dress looks truly stunning walking up the red-carpet stairs. The hair, make-up, and keeping the gorgeous dress the focus (i.e. not bogging herself down with accessories) all combined to make her one of the best-looking celebs at the ball.

Caroline Herrera in her own design looks... appropriate. What a well-aged woman.


Victoria Beckham, also wearing Marc Jacobs, was her usual posh self in this polka-dot dress. Not that she couldn't have pulled off a lime-green maxi with a feather in her hair if she'd wanted. Jealous much?

Unfortunately that was it for the good. Moving on...

The Bad:

Diane Kruger, wearing Chanel Haute Couture, isn't quite bad enough to qualify as ugly, but definitely qualifies as "interesting". I'm not sure how I feel about wearing your garden, but I do appreciate the nice contrast of the white dress and black accessories.



Out of all the scantily-clad ladies I saw riffling through the pictures, Ciara, wearing Pucci,
was the most classy. But do I detect a hint of crack? Ewwwww.


Kristin Dunst, wearing a Chanel Haute Couture curtain, just looks awful. I hate to hate on Chanel, but this was just wretched.

And finally...

THE UGLY:


The Emanuel Ungaro dress isn't so bad, but Maggie Rizer's hair and make-up is essentially non-existent. The fresh look can only go so far...


Hilary Swank, wearing Calvin Klein, is just all all wrong. The lack of shape in both dress and hair makes for a frumpy, "I tied on my bed sheet as I left" look. Togas are for frat parties, not the Met.


Emma Roberts in Versace Atelier reminds me of the girls who made their prom dresses out of duct-tape. Funny in high-school, not high society.
 
It is Madonna. Dress by Louis Vuitton. Nothing more on that.


Cindy Crawford, wearing a Versace gown, could not have chosen a worse dress for the occasion. Not only does the slit scream trashy, but the blue, blue, blue is all wrong, wrong, wrong for her skin tone. It is tight in all the wrong places. And her hair. Oh her hair.

Finally, ending the travesty that was fashion at the Met last night: The Gossip Girl Tragedy.




















While  being admired by millions of Americans for the high-fashion in their show, this is how they dress themselves? I was very disappointed to see borderline nakedness from Blake Lively, in Versace, and the crazy 80's throwback in Leighton's Louis Vuitton ensemble. Tacky? I think so.

All images are from WWD if you would like to take a look. What do you think? Fashion Forward or Fashion Faux Pas?