That’s So Now
My friend Cat has been my fashion idol ever since our first meeting in Toronto. She had a pixie cut, Prada sports jacket, carried a giant Fendi bag(Olsen twins reincarnated this a decade later) and all of that with super tight black leggings.
She had a reputation of being a fashion ice queen. I was drawn to her style immediately and decided then and there to be her fashion disciple. Every time I saw her, I knew I was getting a preview of what was up ahead. She was The Hot Thang and getting checked out all the time, but only by women.
My fashion goddess could do no wrong. I knew her sweater dress that resembled a flying squirrel or her high waisted jeans (which were so high it had dual function as a bra) had something to do with a whiskey phenomenon.
Then she moved to Los Angeles and converted to a more casual chic style. I stayed in New York and fully dove into the fashion industry with her fashion notes.
Then today I was browsing and enjoying my favorite “sport” of shopping when I realized my check out cart was full of “man repellers.” (Check out ManRepellers.com for more info)
I had committed the fashion crime of buying and wearing what was in vs. what would make me pass as a normal human being to men.
Yeah, I heard the early warning signs from my loved one like—“did you forget to wear a pants?” or “wow! You do have boobs underneath those yards of fabric,” and then there was that flashing red signal of a response—“What the hell are you wearing?”
But I turned my nose up figuring that the bottom feeders on the fashion chain would never understand the fashion visionaries.
I skillfully blended vintage, Chanel, Rag and Bone, Bensoni, Phillip Lim, Derek Lam, Alexander Wang, and of course my own brand Grace Sun. And I was always a head of trend by at least a year.
In fashion, we often use the term “that’s so now!” instead of term so passé. You always need to look at least one year ahead not the present to create fresh design. But once you start to see the future and start living a head of your schedule, all your seasons and fashion senses get whacked. And that’s what has happened to me.
I started to resemble Anna Sui at the parent/teacher conferences, a fur-clad Amazonian at friend’s weddings and even Beyonce at my kid’s soccer games.
As I stared at the sale items in my bag on La Garconne, I realized that I had become the fashion over doer who forgot the sensual power of denim, white tees, and see through bras.
Call 911. I can’t tell what’s sexy anymore. I need a little bit of millionaire matchmaker sexiness back in my wardrobe.
So help me out people, send me links that you find sexy. Borderline hootchiness is welcome, but not tacky. Help me to look more Eva than Gaga in 2011.