Typically, if your shoes have holes in them, it’s time to take them to your favorite repair expert and, if the prognosis is negative, toss them in the garbage and mourn their loss.
There’s always been an easiness to fashion designer Mara Hoffman’s clothes, a carefree Bohemian attitude made modern via psychedelic prints and exuberant colors.
From aquatic paintings like Claude Monet’s “Waves Breaking” and Hokusai’s “The Great Wave,” floral still life works like Edouard Manet’s “Carnations and Clematis in a Crystal Vase” and Pablo Picasso’s “Flowers,” and abstract works like those by Brazilian painter Beatric Milhazes, this season’s garments nod to the storied masterpieces hanging in the walls of the Loeuvre, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and the Hermitage Museum.
In recent seasons, you might have seen more and more rings sculpted to resemble the heads of different creatures within the animal kingdom.
Before Loehmann’s shuttered its doors in New York City, I managed to swing by its store on the Upper East Side and snag this magenta-toned Rachel Roy dress at 80% off retail.
When I think of tracksuits, one of a handful of images might pop into my head: Missy Elliot (whose tracksuit-wearing period lasted entirely too long and who, sadly, chose to accessorize her sporty gear with a Blow Pop in her mouth); Russian mobsters in Brighton Beach (or rather, movie versions of said tough guys); ’80s-era b-boys in the Bronx; Betty White in Hot in Cleveland; and, occasionally, actual track stars.
It’s the first day of spring — which means the end to this dreadful winter weather is upon us (and, hopefully, this will be the last we hear of the phrase “polar vortex”).
Yesterday, I had the chance to meet Project Runway All-Stars Season 1 winner Mondo Guerra and discuss his newest project: a footwear collaboration with Crocs.
It’s been a while since I last did a “What I Wore” post, so I figured no better time than today to rectify that!
Rarely do I respond to a footwear trend with a visceral, vehement, profound sense of repugnance — and yet that was the overwhelming sentiment that typified my reaction to Spring 2014’s “sport sandals,” bulgy, cumbersome, lumbering sandals that resemble the Birkenstocks and Teva sandals that unwashed wannabe hippies from trust fund families insisted on wearing during my high school and college years.
