when blog friends are real friends

This April marks one year since I decided to actively participate in the fashion world. (p.s. I have my own domain name now. Happy birthday, blog!) My dreams of far off fashion-conscious cities and wide-legged palazzo pants not found in Dixieland forced me to participate in the fashion community in a less than personal manner via cyberspace. Although I may not be invited to MBFW or the Met Gala or brunch with Leandra Medine, this little piece of internet keeps me aware and engaged in an often romanticized and seemingly glamorous world of all things designer and so so far away.

Along with my internship with collegefashionista.com, this blog is really the only place I can discuss  fashion in hopes that another party (really just a voiceless pair of eyes opposite a white-blue light) will engage. Last night I went to dinner with a good friend and my only friend that knows Michael Kors and Lilly Pulitzer are not the only designers, the difference between a Celine and Proenza Schouler bag and that Emily Schuman is selling herself short for the "man." 

Of course this time was also utilized for a quick outfit post. Here's what we wore.

[pants-forever 21, vest-uo, shoes-target]

[shirt-old navy, shorts-j.crew, shoes-tory burch]

Cheers to talking fashion for three hours.

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nyc bound

 Some days I feel fierce in mesh T-shirts and muted jumpers. Some days I pose by my front door in hopes that my next-door neighbors aren't watching. And some days I go back and change into something more practical to wear around town and save my carefully concocted ensemble for one summer day in New York City.
Tuscaloosa, you've treated my sweetly, but New York, it's been a long time coming. I see a fashionable friendship in our future. We will be well acquainted soon, don't you worry. Fourteen days 'til.

[shirt-prabal garung x target, jumper-topshop, collar-azwell, shoes-bcbg]

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I.N.D.E.P.E.N.D.E.N.T

The pants are back.
Somehow I've stumbled into a fashionable valley where everything below the belt is the most important aspect of my sartorial decisions. Posh pants if you will. From sequined palazzo to leathered and cuffed, a statement pant is my drug of choice. And by drug, I mean the unnatural fabric that usually make the biggest statements in any given clothing combination. And now I seem to be comparing my white chiffon palazzo pants to cocaine. Hmm not my best work.
Although I do love the weight of a simple cotton dress on hot days like today, I often come back to my trusty printed/pleated/patterned pants. There's something about a poised lady in a great pair of structured pants that screams "I am the pants!" Which could also mean something like, feminism hear me roar and I don't need a man and I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T. I bet you don't think these things when you put on a pair of pants, I don't really either.
In conclusion, I am really on an independent woman kick and I like pants,  especially these pants. The two thoughts aren't actually related.
I paired my curtain-like pants with a cropped long sleeve black shirt, baring a modest sliver of tummy flesh. To counteract any lingering scandalous intentions from showing a little midriff skin I added my oversized army vest. Sexy cannot penetrate a studded army vest, it's a proven fact.

[pants-jennifer lopez, shirt-azwell, vest-river island, shoes-bcbg]

Thanks, Daniel Roth for the pictures.

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april in review

This year I learned that I thrive when presented with a structured schedule. I keep a strict planner and utilize every hour on campus for working and not facebooking. I think this year I've noticed myself growing up a little bit. Birthdays just don't do it for me as much anymore, it's the end of the school year that really makes me reflect.
Lately,  I've had less time to plan the perfect sidewalk strutting combination and less time to dress to my fancy for no particular reason. My reasons now have reasons and my wardrobe isn't one of them.
Even though I haven't documented my sartorial choices as much as I'd like, I can probably recap for you. These last two months have been filled with men's shirts, belts and shoes and lots of black and white.
I think along with my mature work choices came a sartorial cleansing of sorts. Out with the playful prints and polka-dots and in with the minimalist streamline look of Ukrainian men. I actually don't know how Ukrainian men dress, but it seems like it would be black and white and straight lines and I'm not blonde so maybe this comparison does not work, but that's just the first thing that rolled off my fingers. You're right, I don't look Ukrainian.
So here is a fair representation of an April outfit. Also, these are my favorite shoes I've ever purchased. So many blisters.

[shirt-AE men, pants-delias(circa 8th grade), shoes-BCBG

Pictures: Daniel Roth

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still didn't call it vintage

This weekend was spent celebrating  two 21st birthdays, the first bout of real spring weather and a 1970s two-piece dress set. I found this gem among racks of plaid and lace and all things polyester at the Druid City Arts Festival here in Tuscaloosa. I die for anything that matches. I'm currently in search of a shorts suit set. Suggestions are welcome. I just couldn't resist the mint green or the fact that it has a vest. Vests are kind of my thing.
I figured I'd play up the '70s vibe with my woven flatforms and a belt. With pieces like this, I keep accessories to a minimum. I'll let the matching floral piping do most of the talking.

 [shoes-DSW, belt-grandma's closet, necklace-UO

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