Consuming fashion

I went into the Gap looking for high fashion. Three hot young designers were commissioned to create riffs on the iconic white shirt, and I was in pursuit of Rodarte's petal blossom tank and trapeze top. The SA whom I called urged me to "come in as soon as possible" because he couldn't guarantee how long they would last.

So I took the bus into downtown today. Found them, tried them on, and put them back on the rack. Then I wandered down to Anthropologie and didn't even try on a single thing (excepting shoes. of course, shoes...).

An odd moment for me. While everything looked nice, nothing grabbed me in the had-to-have-it kind of way. Nothing sparkled. Nothing caught my fancy.

I think it's the fact that I haven't been browsing lately. Perhaps the whole "consuming fashion" business relies on induced desires bred by imagery and aspiration. It's a partly hypnotic state, because otherwise, it seems completely foolish to spend a few hundred dollars on a few squares of fabric.

Texas

I look forward to summer immoderately. Not because of where I am now, in the eternal grey blanket of the Northwest, but because of where I have been, the land of sun and ten-gallon hats.

So despite all cues missing, I am stocking up for warm days and light breezes. I seek out dresses with flippy hems, sleeveless tanks, and flat sandals.

It's the only bit of summer I can have so far.

I dreamed of two

Tsunami
To see a tsunami in your dream, represents that you are being overwhelmed by some repressed feelings or unconscious material that is rising up to the surface. You are experiencing some unhappiness and emotional instability in some waking situation.

From the Daddy Likey blog

How to Wear a Scarf Without Looking Like an English Teacher

I know an English teacher who favors scarves. She often looks like that representative picture on the posting.

Now that I'm poor

I shop by eBay. Where you can find a cornucopia of random, off-season NWT items to your heart's content.

I'm super cheap and I want a mondo-bargain, so I have missed many good things. I don't mind so much because I hate the idea of not being able to return. And as anyone knows, a good shopper is a good returner.

Moving

The clothes were one of the first things to be unpacked, but the last things to be accessible.

Need

. almost to the knee black skirt in semi a-line
. white and black v neck tees in 3/4 sleeve
. black pants

eBay

A parade of items lost lately:






















And one item won:

Mulberry Bayswater

I love this handbag more and more, as it breaks in and grows smooshier. It's like a teddy bear for grown-up girls. I can sit it on my lap and hug it.

I love it despite the fact that it is causing me great physical pain to carry on my shoulder.

Yoox

A few items.

. The men's style oxfords I've been looking for. I hope the bi-color leather will be whimsical, rather than clownish.










. A thin wool sweater in black. I tried this item on months ago, but passed at that price. Now that the price is a third what it was then, I'll try agan.









. A wool v-neck sweater vest in cream. I find myself layering with vests this winter just to keep warm.

Vroom

If cars are indeed extensions of the body, my body has recently gotten lighter, faster, and cleaner. Gone are the bags of clothes meant to be taken to Goodwill, but instead left inside the leaky trunk to moulder and mildew. Gone too are the broken-down radiator, can of paint (though the ring of rust stayed), Tupperware with half-eaten potato chips rattling inside, assortment of forks and spoons, cassette tapes, and gallon jugs of water. I vacuumed the inside clean of spilled dirt, shredded leaves, and sand, so now every seat can be occupied. As a sign of better days to come, I have a pocket trashcan designed for cars on the passenger side, and a new visor organizer to cover up the gaping hole in my old visor, where the mirror used to be. Into the visor I've tucked a spare pair of sunglasses, three CDs, a stick of honey lipbalm, and an emergency granola bar.

Boutique

Went into one the other day, dragged in by the gal friend. I only meant to window shop, but then she wanted to look inside, and then I spied the sale rack.

I walked away with a Three Dots grecian-inspired jersey dress with vertical pleats. It's maroon colored and drapey. I got it in the large size so that it would be loose and slouchey, as opposed to the small size that I tried on, which was more summer date-type dress.

I realized that Anthropologie is modelled to be like a boutique, in the quaint details and boudoir setting. Recently, the store has widened their aisles to let the SUV strollers through. Drat! Like the store needed more bored housewives flipping through the racks.

I avoided going in last night because I am horrified that the SAs recognize me. *hangs head in shame* I realized that the major major problem with shopping in these mall stores is that you always see yourself coming and going.

So I might be visiting the small boutiques more often, especially as I think I'm succeeding in the buying-less-but-better endeavor.

Proenza Schouler payoff

I came home after school yesterday, logged into The Fashion Spot, and found out that a hidden link existed whereby the holy grail of the Go International Collection, the iconic silk bustiers, was available for sale.

I was on it like duck on a junebug.

In short order, I had dispatched an order for both the Grape and the Boy Blue bustiers in sizes XS and S, and for kicks, I had also added a few other items that I don't intend to keep.

And it's a good thing I did. Within a few hours, word had spread on the Internet, and all the small sizes were sold out. Amazing, considering that these items had never even officially appeared on the Target website.

I am a master hunter and gatherer. Huzzah!

Prouenza Schouler for Target

After much delay, the collection was finally put out on the racks. I called this morning just to make sure (I’d already made two fruitless trips), and by the time I arrived around 12, a few sizes had already sold out in the most popular styles.

A different Target customer was hovering around the area. Silent, serious-eyed, and aloof. Generally older, and better dressed. There was one very pretty woman wearing an expensive silk dress and high heels. She had gorgeous curly salon hair. Never seen the likes of her in Target before.

Better start saving up my pennies

3.1 Philip Lim

He's only been out a few seasons on his own (he'd been the designer for Development heretofore), but he's already garnered a reputation for cool, clean, downtown-y looks with a well-made approach.

I'm loving these looks from his F/W 07 collection.

The cropped motorcycle jacket. Retains some of the toughness of a black leather jacket, but with the refinement of a lady's cropped topper.

Or maybe this patent leather number instead.









Simple but rendered in luxe leather. I like the short length of the wide shoulder strap, which is a bit more modern. Although I've seen a couple of iterations of this bulging crescent shape, I like this one best for its unpretentiousness.



The skirt. Structured, but short and sweet.

Less

I have been shopping less lately, I think. Or at least more judiciously. I have a much higher standard of what to keep. Sometimes it pains me to do so, but I'll send half-loved items back with the thought that when I do actually find something I really like, I can get it no matter the guilt or cost. So of the items I listed in the previous post, I only kept the Velvet dress, which had been something I'd been eyeing since it was full price.

The list of things I'm looking for:
. black pants. unlined, cotton. slim fit. nice material but casual enough for everyday.
. small cute handbag. casual, but with good leathers.
. cotton tops for work. with sleeves.

No more

In order for the new quality over quantity equation to work, I actually have to reduce the number of things I buy. I've already upped the quality (and the price). That part is easy.

I turned away so many cute things this weekend. Didn't even try them on. But my willpower fell when I stepped foot into Anthropologie, specifically when I ventured near the sale rack. I had already decided not to get any more Anthropologie brands (the in-store brands that is their bread and butter), but only actual designer brands that get marked down cheap there. Last night, though, I came across a lot of bargains that I usually don't find.

. Joe's jeans ... marked down to $20 from 158
. wool maxi skirt ... marked down to $30 from 218
. Venera Arapu wool vest ... $30 from around 158
. Velvet jersey dress ... on sale (that's all you need to know)

With savings like that, it was practically free.

However. I have a shameful confession to make. The salesgirl recognized me from my place of work because "I always see you wearing Anthropologie clothes." Arghhh! I vowed then and there to start frequenting thrift stores again. That's the problem with chain stores. They're like one night stands.* Cute and cheap, but everyone is wearing them.

* not first-hand knowledge

Gryson

I finally caved and ordered one the other week. This was the handbag that I've been coveting for about 6 months, and I was getting worried that the stock would run out entirely.

Yes, the leather is love. But being a first run, there are some quality issues with it--the leather binding around the handle had become undone, and there were faint smears of glue on the handles themselves.

In addition, the double straps were awkward, and they got in the way when you tried to get in and out of the bag. The zipper didn't work well, either.

Like all things, a handbag should be functional, not just pretty.

Camo

So of the latest wave of online purchases, I'm only keeping a few things:
. Mulberry Bayswater handbag in chocolate. It's a classic bag that I can use for work.
. A.P.C. inverted pleat chino miniskirt
. A.P.C. sheer merino wool sweater

I've really fallen in love with A.P.C. stuff. It's a cultish French label that's known for its under the radar logo, high quality materials, and cool simple designs. It was the pleated top that I got last year that started me in my "investigation" into better quality clothes.

I like to think of it as an investigation, or research, because this past year wasn't just about getting cute things. I think I was also looking into the accoutrements of adulthood, these indicators of your status, experience, and place. Along the way, I made some mistakes in the things I've acquired, but as a whole, I'm satisfied that I've learned a little bit more about how one assembles a visual self to present to the world.

I've long thought of clothing as camouflage. And before I could figure out what to put on, I had to discover the place I was a part of.

Compliments

Perhaps I'm too testy about it. But when women compliment me on my clothing or appearance these days, my hackles go up. My guy friends say that I am overly suspicious, but they haven't been a women for all these many years, and they don't know how competitive women can be with each other.

Maybe if someone well-dressed said something nice to me, with a smile, I would be able to accept the compliment.

But when I hear someone preface their compliment with, "I thought I had good fashion until..." or "you can wear anything and make it look good...", then I think. Oh oh. Insecurity alert.

Or maybe it's just me. Having been not complimented for so many years--geez, so many years--it seems odd and disengenuous to hear it these days.