I don't wear pants. As part of my '10 things about my style' post, that became fairly clear. But i did wear a pair of jeans the other day and it felt, well, different. A little more powerful in a way. Not quite sure what it is, but you feel like you could do anything in them. With a skirt there is a certain element of vulnerability, and don't get me wrong, i do like that, but it's true. The wind could kick up and you could be left in an awkward position with it flying up around your navel a la marilyn monroe. Pants seem to be invested with all these masculine powers.
Because of the lack of pants in my wardrobe, and because i just enjoy dreaming so damn much, i've done a little polyvore post. Why not experiment with the wardrobe of my dreams, a pair of perfect pants, all manner of shoes/bags/jewelry/tops, and letting my imagination run wild.
Monday
chloe jacket, forever 21 bangles, chloe top, richard nicoll pants, marc jacobs bag, anik ring, jil sander shoes.
It must be a monday. You wouldn't have reached for pants anyway. You got up, contemplated your wardrobe with its sea of patterned skirts at all conceivable lengths, dresses in a rainbow of colours and you turned away, unable to face it. Pants will do you just fine. And now you're striding along the pavement in Jil Sander suede heels whose cut outs match the scalloped hem of your chloe top half, wondering exactly why it was that you put on pants. You never wear them, and by never you mean actually never. Although it does strike you that you don't feel so silly walking along the street towards work than you normally would if you were wearing skirts. There's wind everywhere, it's wipping your hair up, but you just walk on, ignoring it. You feel confident and clever. Which you are, of course. But still, there's something different today. It must be the pants.
Tuesday
burberry coat, lanvin ballet flats, acne singlet, richard nicoll pants, ray ban sunglasses, lanvin necklace, chanel bag 2.55.
You are sharp. Wow. You know you look nice sometimes, but you're not always sharp. There's something more involved to that, the cut of your coat (burberry, dusky pink leather, fits like a dream), the swagger of your step (easy to strut in lanvin satin ballet flats), and the tailored fit of a pair of cigarette pants contrasted with the loose swing of a drapey singlet top. niiiice. You're on your way from work to a lunch meeting with your editor, and you are sharp. You know that at the first sight of her you'll crumble into a gelatinous, useless mess, but on this 5 minute walk to the restaurant you can pretend to yourself that you are a strong, confident, successful career woman who's also a sharp dresser. It's fun to pretend sometimes.
Wednesday
Jil sander blazer, ann demeulemeester boots, acne top, lanvin belt, richard nicoll pants, lanvin ring and earrings, givenchy clutch bag, tom binns cuff.
You always used to think that the most alluring silhouette was a pair of bare legs poking out from under a skirt crossed on a bar stool. But you're thinking that these pants might be a real contender for the prize. You're waiting for the boy, perched on a bar stool drinking a mojito and you can't help but notice how great your legs look in these pants paired with the chunky, clunky sandal/boots, silky smooth burnt orange top and a loose single breasted blazer. The colours are so bright, but in an earthy, natural way. You feel like you've mixed the ochre of an Australian sunrise with the deep blue of an ocean. You came straight from work where the fashion girls oooeh and aahhhed but the real test of an outfit it always the reaction it gets in a bar. And what exactly was that reaction?
Well you didn't pay for that mojito, for starters.
Thursday
Marc jacobs jacket, rayban sunglasses, YSL cage boots, alexander wang tee shirt, richard nicoll pants, forever 21 bracelets, lanvin necklace, prada bag.
They're putting Sienna Miller on next month's cover. Nothing inherently wrong with that, although you've never really liked her (she once made a pass at the Boy on a film set and you've never quite worked out what happened) but hey, you don't call the shots here, you just write about them. So there you are, siting in a primrose hill bistro tapping your pen against your notepad and nervously jangling your bracelets together. She's 10 minutes late and you just want to pack all your stuff up and leave. She turns up after another anxious 5 minutes in which you put the lid on your pen, take it off, and then put it back on again. She's all smiles and perfect hair and pretty face and skinny body and great clothes and cool shoes. You grimace at her, although you hope it looked like a smile. You launch into the interview, running through the questions as fast as possible, no need to prolong the agony, until she catches a glimpse of your cage bootie clad foot tapping nervously against the floor. 'How did you get those?' She gasps, eyes wide as saucers, 'I've been on a waiting list for months but i can't get them!' You shake your head in disbelief, she may be Sienna Miller, but there are some things she can't get. You decide to be nice to her, and the interview carries on with a tone of polite benevolence. You wear the pants in this relationship, it seems.
Friday
Rick owens jacket, rayban glasses, sigerson morrison gladiator sandals, alexander wang bag, lanvin tee shirt, richard nicoll pants.
Thank God it's friday is all you can manage to think today. You pull on the richard nicoll pants which are fast becoming staples of your wardrobe, you add a plain tee shirt (with some beautiful embellishments to give a little glamour), a rick owens jacket for casual cool, an alexander wang bag with plenty of pockets and some strappy cage gladiator sandals. Casual cool indeed. You almost feel happy on your way to work, you know that tomorrow it will be the weekend (the glorious weekend) and you won't have to worry about anything work-related until monday, at which point the whole 5 day slog will begin again. *sigh*. Such is life. But you suppose you don't mind so much when it's rick owens and lanvin and wang all around.
Today my finals start, wish me luck, there may be no posting till this Saturday, which is the end of the exam week. Scratch that, you know i can't keep away! :)
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