Into the Wind

Alexander Wang bag, Steve Madden wedge sneakers, Zara jacket (designer pick here)/skirt (similar here) American Apparel socks, Delia's polka dot top (similar affordable here), Ray-Ban clubmaster Hat by my friend, French Connection jacket, Alimonada necklace Nothing better than a windy day in the city I call my second home. Honored to wear (almost) all of my sisters clothing for shows during NYFW. On this particular day it was my honor to rock this leather and tweed jacket with a studded Wang piece of heaven bag. The mix between the unusual but professional and jacket with a simple wool skirt, knee-high preppy American Apparel socks and a studded beanie calls for no other than a preposterous mix of all my favorite trends. Who knew that polka dots mixed with tweed would create a collage of something no body will ever understand. That is the power of fashion. Does Kenzo's collection ever make the slightest amount of sense? No, but heck I would wear every single piece with whatever speaks to me from my closet on that particular day. If it weren't for clothes, patterns, Louboutin heels with 10 inches on them and a straight stiletto, how could we define this thing called fashion? See, that is where people go wrong. There is no definition for it. Clothing speaks to the person who is wearing it. If you ask my best friend who understands completely nothing about the industry and could care less whether I am wearing leather pants or leggings (he isn't a fan of sweatpants however), he will tell you that my style is undefined. I wear (to school) a leather skirt one day with my favorite combat boots and essential leather jacket, while the next day am in a pair of skinny jeans, Uggs (only during the winter are they socially acceptable in every single form) and a Free People thermal with a Gap plaid scarf, much like a preppy schoolgirl. Every time that someone asks me what words define my style, I say the normal chic, preppy, artistic etc crap that makes sense yes, but defines me, no. Walking around Chelsea is an inspiring place for me because of the old world vibe, much different than the unoriginal tourist parts of NY (Times Square, Grand Central). Chelsea has got that whole boho 80s vibe where you can walk in slingbacks and pajamas out to dinner or a hat reminiscent of Philip Treacy's bombastic designs and not be judged. Oh how I dearly wish that I could pull that off in my school and not be judged. All hail teenage angst. In my opinion, if one is not judged than her clothing is not accurately representing the thoughts that are running through her mind. If your clothing is not risky enough for people to look at you and say to their chic Upper East Side friend "is that from Goodwill or Balenciaga?" go throw on a pair of Manolo Blahniks, J.Crew pajama pants, and a slouchy sweater with a beanie and your favorite bag and tell me how you feel now. At the end of the day, what you wear represents what you represent. Whether Times Square and Broadway takes your fancy or Chelsea Market and classic gelato stands inspire the French that we all have deep down, NY is a place full of opportunity, hope, freedom, and classic magic. Find the place that inspires hope and tells your story, because at the end of the day, that is all we have. xox Ms. Fashionista