Skinny pants were all over the fall 2009 runways, and I read a few weeks ago on Style.com's Style File blog that in the coming months, jeans are getting even skinnier. As someone who avoids salt the day before she wears skinny jeans (I am completely serious), I can tell you this is not really the greatest news. How much skinnier can skinny jeans get? Apparently, so skinny that they're not actually jeans anymore. Let's do the math: jeans + leggings = jeggings. That's right, jeggings. While you attempt to wrap your head around that one, let's take a look at Topshop, which offers jeggings in several different washes. There's the basic, the capri, or the acid denim, which surprisingly don't look as bad as they sound. However, the worst offender comes courtesy of Urban Outfitters, whose acid wash leggings actually look like a pair of acid-washed jeans from the 80s. It's not the acid wash that bothers me; it's the fact that not only are these leggings supposed to look like something they're not (jeans), they're supposed to look like a specific wash of something they're not (in other words, acid-washed jeans). What's next? Body paint jeans? Okay, on someone besides Lady Gaga? The only positive thing I can say about jeggings is that at least they're probably more comfortable than their conventional alternative, ridiculously tight skinny jeans, which, by the way, might cause nerve damage. I love skinny jeans, and I love leggings, but one must draw the line somewhere, and this is one hybrid that truly freaks me out. Thus, jeggings: not so much.
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Thursday, May 28, 2009
Not so much: Jeggings
Skinny pants were all over the fall 2009 runways, and I read a few weeks ago on Style.com's Style File blog that in the coming months, jeans are getting even skinnier. As someone who avoids salt the day before she wears skinny jeans (I am completely serious), I can tell you this is not really the greatest news. How much skinnier can skinny jeans get? Apparently, so skinny that they're not actually jeans anymore. Let's do the math: jeans + leggings = jeggings. That's right, jeggings. While you attempt to wrap your head around that one, let's take a look at Topshop, which offers jeggings in several different washes. There's the basic, the capri, or the acid denim, which surprisingly don't look as bad as they sound. However, the worst offender comes courtesy of Urban Outfitters, whose acid wash leggings actually look like a pair of acid-washed jeans from the 80s. It's not the acid wash that bothers me; it's the fact that not only are these leggings supposed to look like something they're not (jeans), they're supposed to look like a specific wash of something they're not (in other words, acid-washed jeans). What's next? Body paint jeans? Okay, on someone besides Lady Gaga? The only positive thing I can say about jeggings is that at least they're probably more comfortable than their conventional alternative, ridiculously tight skinny jeans, which, by the way, might cause nerve damage. I love skinny jeans, and I love leggings, but one must draw the line somewhere, and this is one hybrid that truly freaks me out. Thus, jeggings: not so much.
Skinny pants were all over the fall 2009 runways, and I read a few weeks ago on Style.com's Style File blog that in the coming months, jeans are getting even skinnier. As someone who avoids salt the day before she wears skinny jeans (I am completely serious), I can tell you this is not really the greatest news. How much skinnier can skinny jeans get? Apparently, so skinny that they're not actually jeans anymore. Let's do the math: jeans + leggings = jeggings. That's right, jeggings. While you attempt to wrap your head around that one, let's take a look at Topshop, which offers jeggings in several different washes. There's the basic, the capri, or the acid denim, which surprisingly don't look as bad as they sound. However, the worst offender comes courtesy of Urban Outfitters, whose acid wash leggings actually look like a pair of acid-washed jeans from the 80s. It's not the acid wash that bothers me; it's the fact that not only are these leggings supposed to look like something they're not (jeans), they're supposed to look like a specific wash of something they're not (in other words, acid-washed jeans). What's next? Body paint jeans? Okay, on someone besides Lady Gaga? The only positive thing I can say about jeggings is that at least they're probably more comfortable than their conventional alternative, ridiculously tight skinny jeans, which, by the way, might cause nerve damage. I love skinny jeans, and I love leggings, but one must draw the line somewhere, and this is one hybrid that truly freaks me out. Thus, jeggings: not so much.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Not so much: pegged trousers
At the 3.1 Phillip Lim sample sale last week, this incredibly chic woman walked into the sale, and she was wearing a look that I'd only seen thus far on The Sartorialist: a cropped blazer and cropped, pegged pants. Proving that everything really does come around again, pegged pants were last popular in the '80s; I had a mean pair of Z. Cavaricci's that I taper-rolled to emphasize the effect. And while I still kind of cringe when I think of my Z's, this woman at the sample sale looked so stylish that I was willing to give them a try. So I headed over to H&M, where I found multiple pairs of pleated, tapered pants: some were cropped, some were full length; some were high-waisted, some were low-rise; some were belted, some were not. Fits were all over the place, but one thing is for certain: These pants are not at all flattering. That is, unless you have the body of a 12-year-old, which was the age at which I had my Z. Cavaricci's. Hips, thighs, belly--these pants do none of those body parts any favors. See, even Rihanna barely pulls them off, and she's like 6 feet tall and gorgeous. Stay away, ladies. Stay away.
At the 3.1 Phillip Lim sample sale last week, this incredibly chic woman walked into the sale, and she was wearing a look that I'd only seen thus far on The Sartorialist: a cropped blazer and cropped, pegged pants. Proving that everything really does come around again, pegged pants were last popular in the '80s; I had a mean pair of Z. Cavaricci's that I taper-rolled to emphasize the effect. And while I still kind of cringe when I think of my Z's, this woman at the sample sale looked so stylish that I was willing to give them a try. So I headed over to H&M, where I found multiple pairs of pleated, tapered pants: some were cropped, some were full length; some were high-waisted, some were low-rise; some were belted, some were not. Fits were all over the place, but one thing is for certain: These pants are not at all flattering. That is, unless you have the body of a 12-year-old, which was the age at which I had my Z. Cavaricci's. Hips, thighs, belly--these pants do none of those body parts any favors. See, even Rihanna barely pulls them off, and she's like 6 feet tall and gorgeous. Stay away, ladies. Stay away.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Not so much: the Bloomingdale's lingerie department
I had a wedding to go to last weekend (congrats, MM and KK!), and since my nude strapless bra is from my portly post-college days, I decided to treat myself to one that actually fits. I tend to buy my bras at Bloomingdale's, because I can find my beloved Chantelle Essensia there, and because I get my trusty Federated employee discount. At first, I was really impressed--the fourth-floor lingerie department has been completely remodeled since I was last there, and now includes in-store boutiques from La Perla, Agent Provocateur and Elle McPherson Intimates--way to play with the big girls, Bloomie's! So while finding a frilly demi-cup bra was a snap, finding a strapless bra was not. Granted, there were plenty of strapless bras on the sales floor, however this would only be helpful to you if you were a 38B, a 32DD, or a 40D. Wacoal, Chantelle, Calvin Klein...no matter what the brand, only larger band sizes were available. I had a saleswoman help me, and while muttering under her breath about how they don't stock enough small sizes, she even checked a secret nude-bra stash by the fitting room to no avail. Out of desperation, I ended up buying a Wacoal bra that's a cup size too big--it was one of the few I could find in a 34--and, as I feared, it looks a bit ridiculous under my dresses, so I have to return it. (Although it gives me saggy, flattened boobs, I ended up wearing my old Wacoal bra to the wedding.)
So, Bloomingdale's lingerie buyers, I'm assuming you've never seen the infamous Oprah episode about how 85% of American women wear the wrong bra size. Because if you had (here's a related article), you'd know that most of these women wear a band size that's too big. Add that to the fact that women in New York tend to be on the thinner side, and suddenly all the excess 36's and 38's begin to make sense. Bloomie's: Know your customer! As for me, I'm taking my small ribcage and big rack to to La Petite Coquette, where I may not get 20% off, but at least I'll get a strapless bra that fits.
I had a wedding to go to last weekend (congrats, MM and KK!), and since my nude strapless bra is from my portly post-college days, I decided to treat myself to one that actually fits. I tend to buy my bras at Bloomingdale's, because I can find my beloved Chantelle Essensia there, and because I get my trusty Federated employee discount. At first, I was really impressed--the fourth-floor lingerie department has been completely remodeled since I was last there, and now includes in-store boutiques from La Perla, Agent Provocateur and Elle McPherson Intimates--way to play with the big girls, Bloomie's! So while finding a frilly demi-cup bra was a snap, finding a strapless bra was not. Granted, there were plenty of strapless bras on the sales floor, however this would only be helpful to you if you were a 38B, a 32DD, or a 40D. Wacoal, Chantelle, Calvin Klein...no matter what the brand, only larger band sizes were available. I had a saleswoman help me, and while muttering under her breath about how they don't stock enough small sizes, she even checked a secret nude-bra stash by the fitting room to no avail. Out of desperation, I ended up buying a Wacoal bra that's a cup size too big--it was one of the few I could find in a 34--and, as I feared, it looks a bit ridiculous under my dresses, so I have to return it. (Although it gives me saggy, flattened boobs, I ended up wearing my old Wacoal bra to the wedding.) So, Bloomingdale's lingerie buyers, I'm assuming you've never seen the infamous Oprah episode about how 85% of American women wear the wrong bra size. Because if you had (here's a related article), you'd know that most of these women wear a band size that's too big. Add that to the fact that women in New York tend to be on the thinner side, and suddenly all the excess 36's and 38's begin to make sense. Bloomie's: Know your customer! As for me, I'm taking my small ribcage and big rack to to La Petite Coquette, where I may not get 20% off, but at least I'll get a strapless bra that fits.
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