How Do I Show My Support of Marriage Equality?

In celebration of the amazing state of New York and it’s realization that love is love no matter who you are, who the object of that affection is, or whose team you’re on, I’m bringing you another WHO WORE IT BEST!  

Todays contestants:  The Gay Pride Flag vs. The Gay Pride Outfit!

I am no coward when it comes to color.  In fact, I didn’t even own an article of black clothing until junior year in college.  True story.  I have no idea how I did that.  Anyway, the more color I can get into an outfit, the bigger my heart swells, so it comes as no surprise that the other day I looked in the mirror and realized I was a rainbow.  A RAINBOW!  Please excuse the picture quality of this one, I was left with only my little iPhone camera, though as you can see I did have Steve Zissou there to oversee the production of this shot.  I bet if he were there he’d tell me I looked like a crayon ponyfish (refer to picture at the bottom if you're not fluent in Wes Anderson film references).

Neon Tribal Nail? Why not!

Shorts:  J.Crew   V Neck: J.Crew   Cardigan:  J.Crew   Necklace:  J.Crew   Belt:  J.Crew   Sandals:  YOU GUESSED IT!  But in case you aren’t quick to recognize a pattern, J.Crew.  Oh and the bracelets are J.Crew and Yurman.  

I guess now would be the time to note:  I love me some J.Crew. (read: I’m marginally obsessed and rarely piece together an outfit without some of the J).  I do however, branch out quite a bit, my friends will attest that I am a fashion chameleon, so do not fret!  There is a reason I started this blog!  Versatility is crucial!  I will bring it to you! Much sooner if you can find me the gothiest goth in the city to Translate.  

(aforementioned crayon ponyfish)

Sartorial Patriotism

Hey guys!  I know it has been a while since my first post, I’ve been working on an awesome first S&T for you!  But, while my fabulous friend PJ does a final edit on the photo’s we shot for you guys (as he said, they're "MAH-JOR"), I thought I would bring you an enticing little sum'n sum'n.

The 4th is coming up quick, and some of you might be wondering how you can show some sartorial support for your country without looking like a crazy (See below, note the fupa).

So, I bring you a little lesson in Amurica’in up your 4th of July outfit whilst embracing the colored denim trend (sans afformentioned flag-fupa), and I ask you this:

WHO WORE IT BEST?  Me, or Uncle Sam? (Don’t let his threatening gesture sway you, he’s only your uncle, after all, he can’t really yell at you)

Jeans: Vince.  Top: Feel the Piece via Intermix  Necklace: Dannijo   Hat: Kirra via Pacific Sunwear  Shoes: Sam Edelman  Sunglasses: Karen Walker

Red jeans are trotting down every avenue in New York, and nautical stripes are essential No.1 for summer, embrace.  Pick out some non-patriotic accessories to throw them off the scent, and then go stand in front of a patriotic spray paint mural to put them back on it. (I like to be clear about my vision, sorry).  Extra points if you can find the exact one I was standing in front of.  Triple-Double-Bonus points if you find it on the 4th, while drunk and headed to your next BBQ.  

Happy 4th of July, kids!!

P.S. Send in your streetspiration challenges!  I'm up for it!  I'm also up for you sending your own Translation of a Streetspiration!  I'll post it!  Let's start a revolution!

What It's About.

Welcome to my tiny little corner of the blogosphere, which I expect is just as tiny as my apartment, and also equally as colorful and inspiring, though hopefully not as plagued by dog hair.  This, you foxy reader, is the fashionable essence of New York, this is about taking what we all do in a subconscious way and giving it a playful tap on the bum that suggests "hey you, fashion sense, and you over there, style, get up into the forefront of this mother, we're going people-watching".  Yea, I said it, and I should probably state this from the get-go:  I am not always the most appropriate person.  I try my best, but common decency almost always gets vetoed in favor of a comedic gem, kind of like how most budgets get vetoed in favor of a new pair of kicks.  I digress.

In a city like New York, I have found that while we truly enjoy the anonymity that being amongst the masses affords us and endeavor to maintain it by walking with a purpose and not generally making eye contact, we also simultaneously and fervently endeavor to stand out from said masses.  Now, you might be thinking "Holy oxymoron, Batman!  How do they balance on that razors edge?" and if you have to ask, you obviously don't live here, and I don't have the time to explain it here, so just...face value this one, doll.  Thus, in our nonsensical attempts to be anonymously noticed, we New Yorkers have discovered a myriad of varying ways to style ourselves and to brand our signature look through either the amalgamation of several genres  or the staunch marriage to a single one.  These endeavors of the sartorial explorers in this city serve as what I like to call "Streetspiration" every time I leave my apartment. BUT, while it is all well and good that I make a point to compliment people on a sartorial job well done -- I told a confused Brazilian man in the subway yesterday how much I loved his rad leather button down though I think his streetspiration got lost in my translation..(that's what she said, see there it is again!) --  the real compliment comes from the emulation of that idea, the taking of the spirit of that outfit and injecting it into your own wardrobe, the translation.  

The point here is to desensitize us from taking fashion risks, and to familiarize us with how we can give a nod to any genre of dress without betraying our own style.  So that is what I am here to do, kiddo's, thats the experiment; I'll be taking pictures of people whose outfits inspire me and translating the spirit of it to what I have in my own wardrobe.  I will also be taking submissions from you, the rad readers, with any Streetspiration you want to challenge me with (and I might even challenge you guys from time to time to see how differently we all interpret) , any Streetspiration that you have translated yourself (you little fox of a success story), or any questions, comments and concerns you may have, just send them on over to streetspiration.translation@gmail.com (I will try not to scare you in this process, but I can't promise anything).

Note:  NOTHING is off limits here!  If I or you or your aunt Mary are inspired by an Upper East Side dame, a Williamsburg bird, a Central Park breakdancer, a Union Square homeless man, a downtown punk with 4-inch spikes coming out of his shoulders, a dapper man with a bowtie in Chealsea, it is ALL FAIR GAME.  Do your worst, I'll turn it into my best!