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.

on intimidatingly couture pants, blood-red lips, and embracing fall trends

The best day of the month comes when the mail man decides to grace my front porch mail box with my monthly Vogue subscription. This month I was unprepared for the beauty bestowed upon the September issue. Not only did Lady Gaga rock the front cover with a mulberry mermaid gown, but its contents were nearly quadrupled. Yes, that means 1000 pages of rich automnal colors and gorgeous textures which encompass fall 2012.

Two trends I could not get over were the abundant styles of pants and the dark vampy lip that accompanied sleek up-dos and masculine sartorial blends. Pants are no longer limited to skinny jeans and chinos. The dress has been replaced with pants of all artistry. Structured, embroidered, billowing, leather, chiffon, high-waisted, drop-crotch; they all found their way into the September issue of Vogue. There is something about the inescapable power associated with a woman and a statement making pant and killer heels. She would reign over any evening-event she attended.
The vampy lip couldn't coordinate better with a statement making pant. From maroon to tawny, a dark lip is a great way to add drama to an outfit.  Any man would die of intimidation if on the first date, his lady friend showed up with better dress pants than himself and lips the color of coagulated blood. Some may say this look is too dramatic, or too masculine, or too cold; I say embrace it. That is what I love about fashion, what other part of your life can you change on a moments notice that can completely transform mood/character/aesthetic. Poor, poor boys.
I stumbled upon a pair of chiffon wide-leg pants reminiscent of my sheer curtains and could not leave the store without them. The leather details on the waist band were too perfect, complimenting the delicate fabric. I decided to pair them with a home-made t-shirt tank and an edgy shoe to lessen the feel of wedding bells often associated with billowing white fabric. P.S. white after labor day, I know, I'm a sartorial rebel.

I re-styled my lucid gem for a more functional fall look. I have to tone things down for Tuscaloosa, they just can't handle me in my entirety, yet. Thanks, Daniel for these beautiful pictures. You have the eye.

[pants-kohls, tank-homemade, shoes-nine west, bangles-uo, sunglasses-uo]