I claim to be too good for a lot of things—cheeky denim, boys in fraternities, flower crowns and lactose. With that said, I am not about to pretend I am too good for the cropped top. American Apparel, Zara or Isabel Marant they've all displayed that perfectly poignant sliver of ribcage. Beyonce could not have shown the world what a "Survivor" she was without giving the world a glimpse of her rock hard abs. You're right, those weren't cropped tops they were glorified bathing suit tops, but that's neither here nor there. I certainly don't share a likeness with Bey's aforementioned rock hard abs, but I am tired of waiting until I think I am "skinny enough" to sport a midriff baring tank. Really no one is "skinny enough" for a cropped top. Those girls on Tumblr with septum piercings, pink hair, smoking a hand-rolled cig and sipping on their latte creations with cropped tops and denim diapers aren't real.
I've made it known to many a fellow fashionista that I don't quite understand the American Apparel aesthetic. It's like Abercrombie & Fitch all grown up without the huge moose stretched strategically across a woman's chest. Their customer is without curves and doesn't care that the clothing is poorly constructed and meant to fit an 11-year-old. I caved and bought their white turtleneck cropped top to pair with the multitude of high-waisted skirts in my summer repertoire. I just needed something plain and relatively cheap, ok?
The first week of NYC living is winding down. One word, overwhelming. It's safe to say nothing in my entire life could prepare me to navigate foreign cities and their transportation systems and know how to properly organize a fashion closet.
Instead of my usual outfit posts, here's a list of a few things I've learned. I'll find someone to take pictures soon. I can't even be humble about it, I fit in.
How to pronounce Herve Leger and Ralph LauREN.
The train you get off for work WILL NOT be the train you take to get home.
Also, the subway is more colloquially known as a train.
Serial commas aren't obsolete.
Nipples are in here. Sheer bra or go braless. (Just because I've learned it, doesn't mean I'll try it.)
They really don't say "y'all."
Don't ever ever go into Zara without intention to buy. You'll leave hurt and empty.
Here's a picture of me trying to look like Jordan Baker from The Great Gatsby to hold you over. Sorry my palazzos aren't silk and don't have a matching top.
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.
Abbey Crain is a journalist based in Birmingham, Ala. She primarily focuses on women and gender issues and will definitely get into arguments with your dad. You can catch her drinking a Coors Light on her plant-covered porch or researching pop culture conspiracy theories on Instagram. Come for the hot takes, but stay for the drama.