9/18/2012

more clothes i wore at fashion week

I love my lil quiet life in Chicago; staying home and playing with my pup, going out to see my friends a couple nights a week, cooking dinner at home with my partner. But during Fashion Week, my INNER PARTY MONSTER rears its booze-filled head! For Fashion's Night Out, I met up with my bestie Dana who works at OC Ace, as well as some other special ladies (hi Arabelle and Ria and GOO GIRLS) before heading to the Soho Grand for a market from some of the loveliest designers in NYC.

Amanda and Mattie, always on their style game.


OC Ace was selling some donated goods from designers for $10, I scored a silk-lined jacket that looks like a carpet, which elicited a thumbs-up from Humberto Leon himself. I DIED.

Worship at the wall of Proezna.

I wore OC x Rodarte blouse, OC skirt, Dries shoes, Mandy Coon bag, and Pamala Love necklace; this is a really easy outfit that packs a visual punch, but really took me 4 seconds to throw together. I find that if all of my clothes have the same brooding mood and are generally within the same muted color scheme, I can whip an outfit while expending little energy. Lydia took these photos.

Not over this skirt...

...or this necklace...

...or my beloved Rodarte spiderweb sweater, which is literally the one piece in my wardrobe that kind of personifies my entire style.

THENNNN...babygurl Dana +1'd me to Opening Ceremony's 10 Year Anniversary party, which I remember some of! It is no hyperbole to say that it was absolutely THE most insane party I have ever been to (can you tell I don't get out much?), with so much free alcohol and so much good music and ~FAMOUS PEOPLE~ and confetti and photobooths and lord knows what else. It was a production. At some point, Preetma, Dana and I thrashed wildly to a mini-version of Smiths Night at Sway, brought to life at Webster Hall for OC, and around "Bigmouth Strikes Again" my memory starts to get a little hazy! Luckily there are photos of the return to my hotel room after the party, or that night would be lost forever...

The only photo of my outfit! Risto dress which I ruined that night (WORTH IT), Nasir Mazhar headpiece, and gold streamers that clung to me like a boa. This giant streamer ended up coming home with me and is now part of my room. It would have been hilarious to be the TSA agent who scanned my checked luggage with this thing inside.

OC party was a really good excuse to wear a ridiculous headpiece.




10 comments:

MASUMI said...

love this post!!

darcy dubose said...

Ugh, that OC skirt is my absolute favorite.

Volta Delphine said...

oh man that rodarte sweater has me drooling

Ria said...

OMGGGGGGGGG I almost went to the OC party but I was going to go with someone I didn't really know that well so I was like ehhh maybe I'll just go home. But I was literally across the street. It would have been so much fun with you.

Love the photos Lydia took of you. That skirt is fucking amazing. Everything, the whole outfit is gold.

Mat said...

you sure do have an awesome style, that skirt is killer

Melissa said...

Actually in love with that skirt. And those glasses.

<3 Melissa
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Low Couture said...

It all sounds amazing.


I love feeling like there is continuity among all my clothing!

xx

Kathryn said...

especially gorgeous

Magnet said...

hahahaha oh my gawd, sounds like you had an IN-SAAAANE time lady. I'm jealous, I've never partied that hard, and never at a party that cool looking. Look at all you american bloggers getting up to all this cool shit. Meanwhile I'm stuck in Melbourne completely isolated from the minimal hipstuh cool crowd here. I always feel like such a dork when I read these posts. But anyway, your photos conveyed how entertaining your night was :) poor dress.

☯ZERO STYLE☯ said...

PERFECT.