Truth be told, moving to Brooklyn has prompted a sartorial crisis in my life that’s sort of been getting me down. I am seriously too uptight to deal with the overall casualness that is the Williamsburg/Bushwick wardrobe, where as far as the eye can see deconstructed tops and cut-offs are uniformly paired with the perfect combat boot.
Really. Combat boots! In summer! And yet, not only does it look cool, no one is dying of heatstroke. Like I said, too uptight. Compound this with the common workplace dilemma of trying to dress well without looking either dowdy (like Michelle Pfeiffer in Batman Returns, before she becomes Catwoman)
or slutty (like Michelle Pfeiffer in Batman Returns, after she becomes Catwoman)
and it becomes clear why I’ve fallen behind in documenting my beloved practice of looking awesome (aka anxiety is a dish best served alone, with only a cold bottle of flat inertia to wash it down).
So I took this weekend to cool my jets a bit by practicing my own version of super casual, better known (in my head) as sup-cas.
Friday, to work:
and possibly the worst picture ever taken of me.
Saturday, to the four hour wait at the Savage Beauty Exhibit:
oh wait, that’s not me…
Fuck, that’s not it either! Though I do sometimes like to wear this on a casual night out with the girls
yeah, that’s more like it.
Sunday [and the premiere of my gentleman photographer, who will surely up the production value of We Look Awesome with his mad skillz (aka new iPhone/Fine Arts degree)]:
Not so bad, eh? But alas, back to the grind tomorrow…are you sure that catsuit isn’t work appropriate?