I’m in the process of moving and it’s made me realize what I actually wear
So, I’m moving cross country at the moment and it’s resulted in me having to pick and choose between my “babies”.
By that I mean I’ve had the great misfortune of figuring out what exactly I wear consistently and what I don’t as I ship my entire life away.
It’s felt similar to Marie Kondo-ing if you know what I mean. What can I and can’t I live with as I spend my last few weeks in New York?
Well, I’m hear to tell you what the real essentials are and aren’t:
Cargoes, harsh prints, long coats and shoes.
It’s funny that as I’ve stripped down I’ve found what’s most essential to me from a styling standpoint. Ultimately I’ve found it’s pants.
I value jeans and pants the most. The rest of that list is honestly just a necessary situation but when I talk about my pants…I talk about my style.
I’ve always said that having great style is having great pants. My friend Lola taught me that. I don’t care how boring the shoe or the top are, if you have great pants…that’s all that matters.
There’s something liberating about not having options. Limitation is liberation after all. I’ve always had a penchant for inform and this has, if anything, exasperated that.
I have my essentials with me. I think the most versatile pant is a cargo. It frees me from a bag, it gives me dimension and it makes me feel tactical.
Whether camo, khaki or otherwise, cargoes make me feel something that no man ever can…happy.
Give them a long coat and a cowboy boot and we’re in business. I feel like a chic eastern block stylist. I’ve found that what makes me most happy in style is nonsense.
I love an outfit that has no business being on anyone. Mismatched and frantic. I’ve always loved the image of a socialite throwing on whatever is at hand and running out the door. Now, I’ve created a closet for it.
I’ve left myself with essentially nothing that makes sense together and I’m having more fun getting dressed than I’ve had in 6 years of being in Manhattan.
What I really want to impart on all of you is to put together the most nonsensical thing you can think of and leave the apartment. Shock the world, shock yourself. Do something that feels otherworldly.
We only live once, we only get dressed a few times a day(if you’re me), why not let loose?