Yesterday one of my co-workers (semi-jokingly) told me they were disappointed in my black & white ensemble and rely on me to be wearing a burst of color. This is true. I love wearing bright colors and gravitate towards borderline obnoxious shades and prints. I’m far from a shy dresser. Today I decide to counter yesterday and throw on stripes & polka dots, brown & black, and a denim shirt (obviously, for the collar). I feel much more like myself.
When I think about bright colors and inspiration, I consistently am inspired by an Italian stylist named Elisa Nalin who frequently appears on blogs photographed outside of shows. When she coincidently appeared today on The Sartorialist in the below photo, I decided to investigate.
I discovered a plethora of inspiration. I love how she’s not afraid to diversify herself and admire her ability to follow trends while still very much owning her look. Her consistent use of multiple colors exudes the feeling that she doesn’t take herself too seriously, but the structure of her silhouettes still makes her look polished.
You can imagine my delight when I found a feature The Selby posted back in 2008 on her studio apartment in Paris (as you can see in the pictures, this was prior to her signature platinum pixie). Her apartment décor perfectly aligns with her style. I’m obsessed.
I have a love / hate relationship with street style blogs. Love, for the obvious plethora of style inspiration, beautifully captured moments, and individual interpretation of runway trends.
What separates street style from editorials is the supposedly ‘real’ moments captured of real people. Bill Cunningham is an amazing example of this. (If you haven’t seen his documentary, it’s free streaming on Netflix and I HIGHLY recommend). As someone who admittedly spends way too much time reading fashion blogs, there’s a fine line where inspiring street style blurs with mundane outfit posts. Or, people trying too hard to capture photographers attention on the streets.
This is purely my opinion, so please feel free to disagree. All of us are entirely capable of wearing a “good outfit”. Really good street style should be compelling. It shouldn’t be an outfit that you directly duplicate, but rather it should provoke inspiration to dress in a certain way. Style is feeling; street style should elicit feelings and emotions about dressing.
For example, I think a good image shouldn’t inspire you to go purchase something new, but rather assemble an outfit from your closet that you wouldn’t have necessarily put together independently.
I love this photo because I spent a good hour last night thinking of mismatched patterns that I own that compliment each other. Here are some of my favorite images from the last few weeks.
(all images via Vogue.com and The Sartorialist)
Again, this is purely my opinion. What do you guys think?
Today’s Sartorialist post features my beloved Marc by Marc Natasha Crossbody bag in my very same army green color! Also this lovely video was posted, done by the New York Times. Scott talks about his inspiration for capturing interesting people. The reason I love The Sartorialist so very much is that it’s not necessarily fashion- it’s not who’s wearing what and so forth. It’s strictly style. It’s how people put things together. It’s not all waify 6 foot tall 15 year old girls, it’s real people. There is such a romantic element to the raw style he captures, that I think a lot of people miss. There is such a difference between style and fashion. I love when he does a photo of a house painter or a unexpected crazy old lady. I think the reason I love my Natasha bag so much is because of how beat up it is. The leather is stained from an absolute rain shower that victimized me in Pisa this summer. One of the straps has been repaired, and the inside smells like cinnamon gum and holds random coins, maps, tickets, and at least 22 bobby pins. I love that bag because that bag has so, so many stories. To me, it’s a style icon because of the memories it represents. Fashion is wonderful and great and beautiful, but to me style is more sentimental. It’s all about how you wear something and why you wear it.
Me embarrassingly cheesing it up with my Natasha bag at Blenheim Palace, somewhere between Oxford and London this summer.
A cape is a piece that I’ve been wanting to add to my wardrobe for quite sometime. These lovely images from The Sartorialist and Clothes, Cameras and Coffee (who I LOVE. and she’s only 14….I was NOT that stylish when I was 14. im still not)
This is the type of outfit I envision myself wearing…when in reality, I just end up wearing jeans and a cardigan. But my problem is: my practical side of me challenges whether or not i would ACTUALLY wear a cape in Southern California. Maybe one or two blustery days? Hmm. Guess this is more reasoning for me to relocate to New York. I DO need a cape after all…