The Curation of a Style Blog + Literal Blacklist of Things I Love

It’s been a while. Scouring the interwebz for the cheapest possible copy of several textbooks is exhausting, you know. Exhilarating? You don’t have to tell me twice.

Because my energies are spread elsewhere—namely the aforementioned, work, and a indulging in one too many nights dancing—dressing has become a bit of a slap-and-go type of affair, one that easily takes me from day to night, from early morning caffeine runs to an entire day of lectures, to some bachata (et al.). Here’s an ode to the beauty of a personal uniform: understated, comfortable (in every sense), unobtrusive, effortless. A canvas for my unintentionally wild hand gesticulations, because statement jewelry of any kind would only be distractions. Eye contact is very important.

While I find the idea of curating style blog that incorporates near-daily documentation of things worn—there’s something incredibly inspiring and intimate about such blogs versus fashion ones—incredibly romantic, I’m realistic. I dress basic. Boring to most because it’s hardly anything innovative, on-trend, or particularly unique, but I’m biased when it comes to my own taste. I adore black! I adore little sweaters and ankle boots! Ashamed is something I’m not.

As usual, I digress. I’ve been relying almost too heavily on my newly acquired Calvin Klein leggings. It’s hardly your conventional legging; rather, it’s a thick, black skinny trouser/pant  with the right amount of stretch perfect for any occasion. I prefer to go for the Bond Girl look with layers of black sweaters and boots, but that’s hardly news. Black on black on black.

Speaking of black and Bond girls—my current lust blacklist. Wanted:

1. Velutina Dress. Amongst my list of fetishes are black sequins.
2. Caradon Jacket. It’d be impossible to translate into words how so very perfect this coat is. Slim-fitting, luxurious suede jacket with long wool shearling lining, an oversized waterfall collar, peplum and seaming detail with signature horn toggle fastening is a description that never fails to evoke a longing le sigh from me. Has it already been a year since I’ve first fallen for it? Unrequited love is a miserable thing; I now understand the why’s behind all those Shakespearean tragedies…
3. Ayame Maxi Dress. Bondage, harnessing, so very dominatrix. It’s very proof that sexy need not be in the (obscenely minimal) hemline.
4. Alibi Trenchcoat. I’m on the market for one for practical and aesthetic reasons. And while the idea of owning a leather one has been lingering for too long on my mind, this wet-look rendition is just as viable an option. I love a when a modern interpretation of a classic is just as timeless as the original.
5. Aloquin Boot. Yes, my shoes all look alike. And no, I can never get enough of the ankle boot.

All Saints Spitafield was clearly made for the likes of me.

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