Another ace find at Metropolis Vintage: my tartan coat. One day I was walking to class and I saw some random girl crossing the street wearing a red and black tartan coat. She'd paired it with striped ankle socks peeking out from glitter-covered chelsea boots. I thought the combination was just so cool and eccentric, and I instantly wanted to chill with her at some bohemian coffee shop even though I hadn't even seen her face. Amazing how much clothes can shape our perception, right? So when I found an entire rack dedicated to tartan coats, I immediately shed my plain puffer jacket and began flinging different styles onto my body. I tested a more fitted version, a cropped one with oversized buttons, another with an asymmetrical zipper. Standing in front of the mirror amid a mountain of plaid, I ultimately decided on this one by Woolmark for its heavier weight and flappy collar. I've found that outwear is incredibly tricky in the city. Growing up, I'd buy one puffer to last me for a few winters, and I'd stuff myself into it every morning as I headed out into the suburban tundra. But here, coats are an extension of your outfit, and isn't your outfit an extension of your self? This revelation came to me an opportune time, as the March weather allowed me to trade my eskimo gear for a lighter but still substantial layer of wool. On this particular day, I added a jean jacket underneath to break up all the black and grey I had going on. I always thought doubling up on collars was a fashion faux-paux, but if you juxtapose two different textures, it adds a refreshingly dimensional effect. Okay, now I need to spotlight these KILLER creepers. I never really saw myself as a creepers kinda gal, but this pair is so refined with its barely-there platforms, perforated panels, and delicate clasps. Completing the look are my mainstays: tricolored satchel, charcoal beanie, and ribbed turtleneck. I'm usually wearing at least one of these basics on any given day. Finally, this gorgeous Gothic church on Broadway suited my London grunge/McQueen vibes. Umbrella not optional. Now, I must go read Act III of Shakespeare's The Tempest before class... how fitting!
18 years old. New York born and raised. Art History major at NYU. Currently interning at Time Out New York and a contemporary art gallery in Chelsea.
I started blogging about fashion in my freshman year of high school and have continued to rave and rant about the subject in these subsequent four years. Adding film, music, and fine art to my writing repertoire as I take in all that the city has to offer. Also enjoy photography, yoga, and vegan baking when I'm not hoarding magazines or memorizing french vocab.
I hope to one day become a fashion journalist, but until then I'll keep on blogging my dreams.