hey good-lookin'

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New York is sexy. Women hint at their form with loose, gauzy T-shirts and unbinding bralettes, not suffocating tanks and pushup lingerie. Sundresses graze calves instead of thighs and slips are forsaken in exchange for comfort. When commuting comfortably is a priority and workwear often becomes nightwear style can not be a burden. It's an effortless sexy,  a too cool for the male gaze sexy—something I can get behind. When you put down another person's definition of sexy, clothing options expand and things get interesting.

I gave up cleavage-baring tanks and cheek-grazing shorts when I decided confidence was my decision and was not contingent on the compliments of others. I think this decision came shortly after I traded in my long locks for a boyish cut. Coincidentally the boys found their own "do" unappealing on the opposite sex. It may have whittled down the number of free drinks I got, but it certainly expanded my wardrobe choices and increased the number of compliments I got in public restrooms. Without a motivation to inspire desire I found a new look, an effortlessly "cool" look, a buttoned-up, sometimes androgynous, figure-swallowing look.

There is nothing more commanding than an outfit stolen from the guys. Every woman needs an oversized white button-up and slouchy trousers to mix and match with leather leggings and a cropped sweater respectively. I paired my relaxed button-up with sleek black jeans and a bold lip—my kind of sexy. I resisted the urge to button up all the way to my throat in order to show off my dainty flea market necklace find.

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[shirt-madewell, jeans-uo, shoes-similar, sunglasses-madewell, necklace]

flatter me

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Turns out this is the most flattering thing I've ever put on my body. Girls, women, ladies: a-line midi-dresses are everything, despite their proverbial house-wife nature. Today I choose flattering shapes over sex appeal. But who am I kidding? Sex appeal rarely infiltrates my wardrobe decision-making. Leandra Medine is my soul sister.

Maybe I resemble June Cleaver, but I'd like to think the ASOS chain choker and BCBG black sandals would make it impossible for me to vacuum or cook a roast. Cheers to '50s fashion and braided updos. Drinks are on me, because I'm definitely planning on wearing this for a night out. Maybe it can be a game. Let's see how many drinks are purchased for the lady in a calf-baring, gingham dress and German school-girl braids. I like where this is going.

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[dress-asos, choker-River Island, shoes-bcbg (old)]

Thanks, Daniel for the photos.

LBD

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IMG_9937 I can't tell you the last time I put on a dress with frills or was able to put my hair in a top knot. I suppose this weekend was monumental. Zara is on point with their subtly feminine pieces and I figured I needed a for real LBD if I wanted to graduate college a real woman. And yes, if you don't own a sexy-ish black dress then you aren't a woman. Just kidding, you probably just like brighter colors or not conforming to predetermined fashion must-haves. And what's an embroidered, leg revealing dress without beat up Chuck Taylor's?

Probably elegant, but I am not about to host a party in heels. There are drinks to mix and strangers to entertain and I was not planning on tripping while doing so. Also, any tips for bras and backless dresses are appreciated. I ended up having to summon the courage of Hannah Horvath and hope detailed embroidery would work as chest armor once the AC came on.

As for the top knot, I about squealed upon discovering that the baby hairs at the bottom of my hairline almost gathered into one handful. With the help of 17 bobby pins, every hair on my greying head was neatly hair-sprayed to the side of my scalp with a few hairs to spare, creating a knot of sorts at my crown. Almost two years of pixie-growout and I am able to participate in the hair trends of 2012. One small step for my hair, one giant leap for my heart.

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[dress-zara, shoes-chucks]