Showing posts with label marc jacobs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label marc jacobs. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 July 2011

Male style crush






Things that I love when men wear:
1. Blazers. Especially the fitted types that emphasize the waist (which is hopefully existent)
2. Bow ties. The Rolls Royce of male accessories which is difficult to get right, but if you do, it's SO right.
3. Scarves that are not necessarily there for practical reasons.  I'm talking silk scarves tied around the neck on the inside of the shirt.
4. Slim ties. Preferrably black or gray.
5. Tods shoes. There's just something about them.
6. Pocket squares.  For all those who don't know, it's a little handkerchief that men put inside the front pocket of a blazer which to me, indicates his attention to detail.  In men's case, always a good thing.
7. Male arm candy. Very dangerous territory because there's a risk of looking a bit too metrosexual (as if that's a bad thing).

As much as I love men's fashion, the eternal truth remains the same: it's not a sharp suit or crocodile shoes that carry the man, but the man inside who carries all that.  

Miaw.

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

Old jumper is back with a vengeance!



My innate reluctance to throw old clothes has proved to be right once again!  The vision of my mother with a bin bag approaching my closet sends me into cold sweat and I throw myself in front of it, ready to protect it with my life (ok exaggeration).  The beauty of this black wooly jumper is that I don't actually remember where it came from, it just ended up on a top shelf on the right with all the tracksuits.  I have been wearing it around the house for the past 6 years or so and have never thought that it would ever make its way out of the confines of the house.  But Alas! This year, during my Christmas break in Cyprus, I have had a revelation whilst rummaging through my lounge-wear. It's black, it's baggy, it's grudge-y and technically vintage!  It's so "Nirvana groupie". What would Mr Marc Jacobs say if he saw it being abused by me for so many years?  I have been looking for a jumper like this for a long time in London but could never find anything that was just right.  I have even visited a few vintage shops which is an accomplishment in itself since I like vintage but would never wear it myself unless I knew exactly where the piece came from.  So here it is, meet the abused jumper, teamed up with camel leggings, black suede wedges and golden accessories.  I promise I'll be nice from now on.

Miaw.