Archive for May, 2006

choice words on color and pattern

…’choice words’ in this instance meaning other peoples’ words, chosen by me.

Whether describing a shade/graphic, its effect on or implication for the beholder, quotes on color and pattern can be so illuminating. Ease into the post-holiday week with this eclectic bunch of observations:

“Orange is the color of life.”-Yann Martel

“A blue surface seems to retire from us…we love to contemplate blue, not because it advances to us, but because it draws us after it.” -Johann Wolfgang Goethe

“…a green to get drunk on”-Yann Martell

Black is “the color of refusal”-Judith Thurman

“…as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.” -Rudyard Kipling

“There’s something terribly honest about a stripe; it’s not frivolous.”-Keira Knightley

“Metallic is a good investment. It’s one of the four trends that always come back.” -Veronica Webb

Brooklyn shopping fun

Friends, in honor of the long weekend, I give you the gift of shopping! No, it’s not money. It’s a map—an Atlantic Avenue/Smith Street shopping map. I apologize in advance to anyone who knows the shops in my Brooklyn ‘hood as well as I do, but hey—can’t you pass it on to a “Gee, I’ve never been to Brooklyn, I just don’t know where to go!”-spouting friend or coworker or a visiting cousin or someone?

I built the map in Frappr, an admittedly limited system that is supposed to be a means of mapping your friends (riddle me this: why do I care where any of you live when we always just meet at the bar?). But you can zoom in and click on any of the 20-odd shops I mapped for a lil’ description and the store hours…it’s not a map of all all ALL the stores on this stretch, just the ones I wouldn’t want to miss. I also included relevant subway stops for you mass transit-minded folk.

At any rate, I hope you enjoy these shops as much as I do. Happy shopping!

the power in not falling back

Hey, you!

Yes, you.

I know you. You’re the fall-back girl. You fall back on brands and trends, so every time I see you, I recognize every individual thing you’re wearing. I mean, I can dissect your outfit like a middle school science class worm, name the designer, brand and price of each and every item. Oh don’t worry—I know there’s not a knock-off on you, and of course you paid retail for every last thing.

Yes, fall-back girl, I know you and I’m mad at you. You spent good money on pricey and uninteresting clothes! Look, I don’t mean to get all psychological on you, but I think I know why you did it. Suze Orman would call you a “money pod.” Dalton Conley, an NYU professor of Sociology, says in relation to how people dress, “The real issue is not money itself, but the power money gives you.” It’s a power thing, see—but may I venture to say that you’re missing the real power available to you and your abundant clothing fund?

Look at this lady here:
the height of style
Now clearly she’s talented with this getting-dressed business. But really—she’s mesmerizing, isn’t she? Aside from the Gucci tote (a fall-back status bag, yes, but let’s forgive her that, shall we?), her clothes are a delicious mystery. I want to feast my eyes on her outfit for hours. I want to interrogate her about the origins of every single element, from her shoes to her bold-print jacket.

Now that, my friend, is power. Quit falling back and go get yourself some.

(Want to see more NYC style shots? Check out threadmettle sightings on flickr.)

whatever you call it, I love it

Marni calls it resin. Milly calls it faux tortoiseshell. Prada calls it plexi. Whatever you call it, I love this plastic accent thing:
Marni bag (Spring 06)
(photo of Marni bag from net-a-porter.com)
Marni belt  (Spring 06)
(Marni belt—ditto for photo source)
Milly faux tortoiseshell halter dress
(Milly dress—photo also from net-a-porter.com)
Milly faux tortoiseshell halter dress detail
See? There’s the faux tortoiseshell.
Prada plexi watch
(This one’s all mine, darlings—the photo and the watch.)

There’s something earnest yet oh-so-cool about these hardened pools of pure color, these gleaming links. For as luxe as they look (and cost), they’re the anti-bling, the true-blue adversary of that trickster Swarovski. Plus, don’t you just want to lick them? Who would ever want to suck on a bunch of crystals?

there's always Foverever 21

Forever 21

Friends, take a walk down memory lane with me, to a time when, my eyes locked on a friend’s adorable skirt or shirt, I would exclaim, “Wow, that is sooo cute! Where’d you get it?” and suffer the response, “Forever 21.” Yes, I said suffered. I suffered on account of the degenerative disease with which I was afflicted. It was Retail Snobbery, and as I grew older, the onslaught had become more and more aggressive.

This dastardly disease prohibited me from buying brands that weren’t high quality (thus expensive) enough; it ruled out stores where any American may find a given item of clothing or pair of shoes to buy and enjoy. A store like Nine West was clearly out of the question. For a while I was OK at H&M (because of the store’s European heritage, I’ll wager), but that soon changed. Even when I was just wild about something at H&M, my illness would eat away at my resolve, whispering, “Why spend $25 on a mass-market dress you’re going to see on a hundred other girls? You’re wasting money that you could be putting towards a much more serious, deliberate purchase.” I’d find myself turning away from something I genuinely liked, convinced that it must be a knock-off; I obsessed over tracking the item down in its costlier, pre-knock-off incarnation. I was a mad woman. And needless to say, for someone in my condition, Forever 21 wasn’t even an option.

But then I found help. It was a travel remedy—I went to London and visited stores like Topshop and Oasis. And guess what? I didn’t seize up as I entered those stores. I was even OK when I realized that every Topshop garment has a tag that reads KEEP AWAY FROM FIRE. Why then, I asked myself, would I reject the cheaper chains in my own country, if I embrace those of another?

Now I’m back in the U.S., and I’ve started a treatment program called Let’s Just Have Fun and Not Worry About Things Like Buying the Best So Much. Don’t get me wrong: I’m not going whole-hog, filling my closet with cheap clothing (and especially not cheap shoes). But I am trying to remember that life is short, so why not blow that $20 stowed in my hip-pocket on something that may not be the best of the best, and may just be really fun?

Who needs something to last forever if it’s Forever 21?

I heart trend pages (or, forgive me for not liking fashion photography)

I read a fair amount of fashion magazines, and you know what I find annoying? Models. Models mooning at the camera, or caught mid-jump, or doing any of the other ridiculous things I imagine are required of them at photo shoots. I peruse those magazines for the clothes, to consider the clothes for me, and those pretty, lanky aliens, spayed this way and that… well, they’re distracting!

My outburst now complete, I’ll tell you what I love in fashion magazines: trend pages. You know, the pages dedicated to this or that new look, the pages that are usually just pictures of stuff, ready for you to get a hold of and try on in your mind’s mirror. Lucky, being a shopping magazine, is replete with trend pages, and that’s why I cry out in total and complete devotion when it is delivered each month. Conversely, Vogue has few trend pages; it is about fashion and culture, I guess, meaning that you must wade through a bunch of editorial and, once you get to the clothes, you have to vie for a peek in your mind’s mirror, because it’s crowded with the socialites Vogue loves and, of course, the models.

But this is not true of all Vogue publications—a friend’s mom picked up this Vogue/H&M mini-mag in London:
British Vogue/H&M publication

A shopping magazine instead of a fashion magazine, it was fabulous, total eye-candy. It had trend pages galore, including this one that really spoke to me, celebrating the summer’s “ultra brights”: royal blue, canary yellow, fire engine red…you get the gist:
British Vogue/H&M pub trend page

The clothing, shoes, etc., in this glossy were from a variety of London retail outlets, and they were all laid out—by trend—for the shopper’s evaluation, just waiting to be circled (like my friend did in the pic above). I’ll take that over some waif doing a cartwheel in Roberto Cavalli any day.

I confess

Remember how I mentioned that I’m all set for spring tops? Well, that was somewhat of a mis-statement. A lie, actually. I need more! Here are a couple of looks I have in mind, ripe for your review:

** An eyelet trapeze top
What says lazy days of summer (or late spring) like a trapeze top, worn with this season’s cute lil’ shorts? I spotted the perfect one, in eyelet by Rebecca Taylor, in Lucky. But then an even better one stared me in the face on the Uptown 6 train:
chiquita
Now this top (the Chiquita by Miss Sixty, to be precise) is slimmer than a trapeze top, but still airy. And, dare I say, the asymmetrical printed flowers make it that much more FUN, too.

Before presenting my next top temptation, I’d suggest you lower the volume on your skank-o-meter. Thanks.

** A see-through tee or blouse with a purposely-visible bra
I see you cringing! But wait! I’ve seen it out there—though I couldn’t get up the gumption to request permission to shoot it, as I did with the stylish lady above—and it’s really cute! The white tops around right now, the paper-thin vintage tees, they’re all begging for a visible bra! In red! Like on Carrie:
carrie sheer blouse
Getting used to the idea? I hope so. (And no worries—unlike Carrie, I’ll be able to get my buttons straight.)

sales taxonomy

itsasickness store

Consciously or not, when it comes to stores, we’re all used to certain systems of organization, rules that determine what is sold at a single store. Clothing—easy. All things electronic—got it. A store to furnish every aspect of my lifestyle-of-the-week—of course. But a store dedicated to the things people obsess over? That was new to me.

And that’s the motif at itsasickness, on Ludlow. Once you know the store’s reigning theme, it seems perfectly natural that it would sell yoga mats (our unofficial national obsession), wallets (for you with the dollar sign eyes), chocolate bars (of all different cacao percentages—you connoisseurs are so picky), and other random yet perfectly considered infatuation-fodder. Stop in and see which of your fascinations itsasickness can fulfill. Or maybe just to see what you’re missing.

itsasickness is located at 132a Ludlow Street, just off of Rivington.

Chuck 'em

About a month ago, Charles Taylor, Liberia’s former leader, was arrested and thrown in jail to await trial. I will confess that, on a non-political level, I perceived this event as a sign that we should cease and desist wearing our Chuck Taylors, and I’ve spent the past month wondering if anyone else did, too. But judging from your unaltered choice of footwear, it’s clear that the message was lost on you people, so now I’m forced to come right out and say it:

ENOUGH WITH THE CONVERSE ALREADY!

Yes, they are a classic look, and granted they look great with a suit at a formal event. But generally speaking, every day I am less interested in this shoe, the infinite variations on the original canvas (tweed, shoelace-free, etc.), and every day I see them on more people! Alert! These are I’m-a-hip-mom-with-teenage-kids shoes now!

So I implore you, in honor of human rights or diversity of style or whatever, let’s all go out and buy ourselves a new pair of sneakers. Hop to it! Oh and here are some ideas:

Have you dudes seen how fierce Paul Smith sneakers are? Like the Hunter sneaker, for example?
paul smith sneaks
It’s not such a far cry from the Chuck Taylor, now is it? Paul Smith sneakers are available at Soula in Brooklyn and online at neimanmarcus.com.

Ladies, I wish I could point out some hot new sneak, but I only have eyes for old school Nikes:
nike terminator
These Terminators are from pickyoursneakers.com. Did you know that, as a women’s size 7.5-8, I am a Nike men’s size 6, and a Nike youth (GS) size 6? Well, now you know.
What size are you?

discount shopping directives

Etro sandals

Thirsty for a little discount shopping adventure, on Saturday I mounted an expedition to Century 21’s Bayridge store. What a thrill to pioneer a whole new discount frontier! It was fertile land, brothers and sisters: Lacoste canvas handbags! Pucci handkerchiefs! The Etro sandals pictured above! But seriously– I was awash in endorphins, it was so good. Through my pleasure-soaked haze I started thinking about discount shopping, in general, of which I’ve done quite a bit, and the strategies that have helped me out:

** Know where your demographic goes, and don’t go there.
The mean truth behind discount shopping is that there isn’t enough to go around. So why would you shop where the people like you shop and buy the things that you’ll want to buy? Instead, know where the things you like will be ignored, left for deep discount. For example, Daffy’s in SoHo is always picked dry of the things that would interest me. But Daffy’s at Atlantic Terminal is a very different story. Earlier this year, I found a cache of Roberto del Carlo shoes there and I swear, the people who shop that store could not have cared less about them. I was hyperventilating, hoarding Roberto del Carlo boxes, and they were all over the Hype shoes! It was a discount-shopping label whore’s dream.
What’s even better than a Brooklyn Daffy’s? A discount store like Marshall’s or TJ Maxx outside of the tri-state area…now we’re talking paydirt.

** Know when the masses go, and don’t go then.
A quick trip to Century 21 in Manhattan on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon? Fuhgedaboudit! Choose to shop at off-hour times. And you don’t need to be “self-employed” (like me) to do it:
Mid-morning doctor’s appointment= At least an hour and a half to wile away at Clothingline.
“Oops, I forgot to pick up a prescription!”= a 45-minute dip into Daffy’s.

** Have an idea of what you want before you go.
Of course we must always allow for inspiration, but walk into Loehman’s without an inking of where to begin and a voice deep inside you will start screaming, “ABORT MISSION!” Gather your thoughts before you go in to give your trip some structure (“I’m looking for tops” is a good place to start). And never EVER leave without scoping out the shoes (Oh, sorry– that was the voice deep inside me talking).

** Dress up (under your clothes).
You know that shame you feel when you survey your circa 1998 undies? Yeah, well, that’s nothing compared to the debasement of wearing those nasty knickers in front of room filled with ladies. Yup, most discount store dressing rooms are communal, darling, so pull on your finest panties, as you’re gonna be showing them off.

** And, finally, frequency is key.
Ain’t nothing wrong with just running in and scoping out the scene every few days at your favorite discount hideaway. I’m no statistician, but I’d say that for every 5 trips I come up dry, I make a major score (like a Rafe handbag at a TJ Maxx in Pittsfield, MA for $30). Run in and start increasing your chances.

P.S. Shopping makes you hungry! If (when) you head out to Century 21 Bayridge, there’s an excellent old school diner just around the corner:
Hinsch diner in Bayridge!
Hinsch’s is located at 8518 5th Ave (on 85th Street) in Bayridge.