I have a silhouette.
That sounds sort of fashionista-y and maybe a little obnoxious, but it’s true: there is a shape that I like my clothing to be, and so that’s what I wear. Pretty much all the time, to the near-total exclusion of other silhouettes. It consists of a slouchy top half and a basically nonexistent or very slim-fitting bottom half, and for whatever reason it’s how I feel physically comfortable and most like myself.
Like that plaid dress up there, which is actually a shirt (but we won’t talk about that): loose up top, nonexistent down below, and there you go: happy me.
You know what I never in a million years thought I would want to wear? Billowy pants with elastic cuffs and boxy, high-necked blouses. It is almost literally the opposite of what I typically like to look like, but the other day when I was heading into the city I sort of free-associated about what I felt like wearing and ended up in something completely bizarre (for me), and Kendrick’s reaction when I came downstairs was to do a double-take, then squint at me and say “You look like you work in publishing. I like it.”
Fair enough.
I like it, too.
Here it is:
Will I toss all my shorts and embrace the slouchy-pants side of the spectrum? We’ll see. (Probably not.)
On Me: NYDJ Track Pants; Joie Blouse (similar); Foley & Corinna Jet Set Tote; Steve Madden Heels; Tom Ford Glasses.
