Monday, July 15, 2013

Trends suck. Stop wearing them.

My favorite method of getting around is by far to walk. New Yorkers are the fastest walkers in the world (scientifically proven) and I may not be a native, but it has absolutely caught on--so I have covered many, many miles of this city over the months I've lived here.

One thing that I love to do while I walk up and down avenues is people watch. I've been an awkward starer my whole life, and living here hasn't changed that. (Even though I did get a comment once on a subway in Brooklyn...but for the record, those women were being insanely obnoxious. Everyone was staring, I just happened to be the only white person there. Racism and stuff...)

Anyway, because I live in one of the fashion capitals of the world, my people watching has become trend-watching and where I used to try to guess where a person came from when I saw them, I now oftentimes wonder what possessed them to wear such an awkward outfit instead. For a place bursting at the seams with celebrities, designers, and fashion empires, there is precious little fashion sense worth commenting on.

I've seen one too many fashion mistakes today, so I'm hoping to shed a little light on why most people have so much trouble choosing what to wear in the morning. It's mainly women that apply to what I'm about to say, because men's fashion is timeless and most men don't have any to begin with-- but here it is: trends have the potential to destroy your wardrobe.

Trends are the changes the fashion industry makes to keep itself from becoming common. Without trends, we'd all still be wearing sheets for clothes. But people--young people especially--follow trends like a fat kid chasing a candy bar. And for some reason, the west coast is especially prone to it. This is for you, hometown!

As a teenager, I was one of those trend-followers. Every season I felt like my whole closet was useless and I would end up spending a fortune on cheap copycat clothes at Charlotte Rousse and the like. It got to be so stressful and I was never happy with my look because it was always about to be old news. It wasn't until my senior year that finally understood my favorite stylists in the world, Stacy and Clinton of TLC's What Not To Wear, when they would repeat over and over again to their clients, "You will always look stylish in what works for your body" and "These pieces are timeless." And, I finally have a closet that follows those rules.

I can't begin to tell you how hard I fought the idea of a mature wardrobe. I stubbornly bought leggings, baggy tank tops and gladiator sandals all through my school years in an effort to express how comfortable and casual I wanted to be. And every day, I went through outfit after outfit trying to decide how good I felt about myself that day. I thought I wanted to reflect my attitude, but what I really wanted more than anything was to stand out. I felt average-looking in other areas and so when the idea finally came to me to stand out in fashion, I started to make some changes.

It all started with thrift stores. Those places are gold mines, and I'll explain why. Besides the fuzzy old lady sweaters and odd-smelling suit jackets, thrift stores tend to carry a wealth of gently-used more tailored items. And, chances are if you look hard enough, you'll find something that fits you. It's all the more special because it's one-of-a-kind. That's how I started--fitted pants, classy cardigans, shell tops in interesting colors, tailored dresses. All those things are essential to great-looking ensembles.

But, although I bought them and liked them, I wasn't brave enough to really experiment with my pieces until I moved to New York City. It's much, much easier to desire to dress like a fashionable business woman when you're surrounded by them! For those of you that can't move here tomorrow, I guess you'll just have to be brave and trust me.

Girls, the key is and always will be...FIT. If it fits you well, accentuates your good parts and minimizes your bad, you'll look good no matter what. Worry about color and print later. Fit is the absolute key to an outfit that, when people see you, they think, "Wow, I love her outfit." You can have the cutest outfit in the world, straight off the mannequin at Anthropologie, but unless you have that mannequin's body no one will notice how great you look in it because you won't really look that great. Forget what you see in magazines and catalogs. You can't be those girls. Sure, take inspiration from them, but if it your choices come down to cigarette or relaxed fit and you actually have calves, be realistic!

Now I know just what works for me, and shopping is easy. I feel ok spending more on something I know is fantastic. My closet is full of tailored pants in interesting prints, beautiful flats (something I used to hate), oxfords, statement jewelry, fitted dresses and leather bags. Things that, no matter what trend I try on next, will always make me feel good and look better.

A hair history

So, as most of the humans in my life know, I can never stick with a hairstyle. It's not that I'm not happy with my hair, or I that I am flighty in my decision-making skills. It really comes down to the fact that there are just too many options when it comes to hairstyles.

I really respect the girls that have hair down to their behinds and have kept it long and lucious and beautiful their whole lives, I really do, but for me...I prefer something trendy, eye-catching and different. I love stepping out of the shower in the morning already excited about how I'm going to fix my hair. I love surprising myself with discovering new hairstyles and accessories that didn't work on my hair the month before. There's always a new adventure with each new color and cut!

(And, a quick note to all the girls who got super short pixies like I did and have since tried to grow it out like I have been...with this attitude and a little bit of box dye, you'll make it! Don't worry! )

So, to commemorate my latest almost-black, totally mod, self-cut style, lets take a quick look back at the history of the hairstyles of Emma:

Back to the very beginning--my first short cut.


And then I grew it out. 
This was also nearing the end of my junior high punk phase.


And then I gave myself bangs. 
I miss that shirt, I used to wear it all the time. 
Gotta love Charlotte 
Rousse...



This is the longest my hair has ever been, in my whole life. I was dying it constantly to try and entertain myself.


Aaaaand I hated it so 
I chopped it all off again.


It was in this phase that I discovered my infamous White Girl Afro. I really miss that thing!!


I also went through several different shades of brown at this point, with some purple streaks just for fun.


And then, it was gone. I managed to chop it all off just before the pixie became insanely popular.


No pixie is complete without the occasional fauxhawk!


I went through several more color changes while I grew my hair out long enough for...


PLATINUM. 
The single most stupidest, funnest, most damaging thing I ever did to my hair. 


I LOVED my platinum pixie. 
But, my hair was literally falling apart and took an insane amount of work to keep from making me look homeless. I did change my glasses at this point to suit a lighter hair color.


And then I moved to NYC to be a rock star, and my hair became long and unmanageable.



So the reign of the bleach ended and so ensued many, many color changed on my way back to dark. 
There was a weird strawberry blonde...


And purple...


And I got a haircut and it turned a little pink...


And then Little 
Mermaid red...

It was here that i finally went brown and it seriously started growing. The last of the bleach has been cut away, the length is no longer pixie-worthy, and the color is realistic...

Good old brown, with bangs.

Basically, I'm the first person you should turn to if you're not sure which color hair dye to go with, need courage to chop off your locks, or are experiencing growing pains. I'm here for ya, babe. And trust me--almost any style will work, you just need the bravery to rock it!

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Some pictures to put your eyes on

G'day, all. I realize that this may be the most boring, colorless blog you've ever laid eyes on, so here's some pictures of the place I live to liven things up a bit.

Gorgeous, eh? Took those all with my phone, via instagram. For a long time I've wanted a really great camera, but wait...my phone's already got that. Modern technology is just peachy.

Slacking and job hunting

Well, two weeks later and still searching for a new job. In this city, you absolutely have to have connections or you just won't make it. Seriously. There's too much competition for the jobs worth having, so without a referral you haven't got a shot. Thank the stars I've made a few friends over here. Don't worry folks, I'll figure it out. Meanwhile I just get to hang out with a couple of crazy 3-year-olds 2 days a week.

I did have quite a lot of fun with my sister. She just left yesterday after 8 days sharing a bed with me (gotta say, glad to have that back haha!) We went to all the usual tourist attractions, plus ended up doing some things I never would have done on my own.

I definitely need to go spend some more time at the Met because the Sunday afternoon we spent there wasn't nearly enough! My favorite gallery there is absolutely the big room near the entrance with all the Roman marble statues. I don't know why, but I am totally enraptured by them. They are so beautiful. If you look at them close enough for long enough, it seems almost as if they are alive. It's eerie and I love it. I also fell in love with the 19th-20th century galleries. I am a huge fan of realism. Most modern art just doesn't impress me...that's not to say that I only like realistic (meaning you could see the scene or subject in real life) art, because anyone that knows me knows that some weird stuff pops out of my head sometimes, but if something is weird, I would still love to be able to imagine it as a living breathing moving thing. Picasso's cubism and the meaning art critics manage to pull from it is great, but I guess I just don't have the depth of understanding for it.

But enough about art! On to the theatrics. Colette wanted to go to a Broadway production, but because no one could afford $100 tickets, we took a gamble and tried the TKTS booth at the South Street Seaport. They have 50% off tickets for tons of Broadway and off-Broadway shows, and it changes daily. Unfortunately, they had absolutely no good deals for any show we wanted to see. Fortunately, we all were open to something new so we got tickets to the 360° loosely-plotted show Fuerza Bruta. Which was SO COOL!!!!! The story was definitely open to a LOT of interpretation, but from what I gathered from the various scenes, it's basically the metaphorical or what have you saga of the fall and rise of a man. Its all set to great house music, ends with an indoor rain shower, and is extremely fascinating. I think the thing that made it work was the actors' enthusiasm. It was impossible not to catch the energy! Plus the clear swimming pool full of beautiful dancers lowered to just above your head was pretty unique.

We also went to Prospect Park in Brookln (which, by the way, is even more beautiful I think than Central Park) and watched the free concert by the New York Philharmonic. The best orchestra in the country playing in the most beautiful park in the boroughs? My sister is genius.

We accidentally walked through a huge Orthodox Jewish community on our way to the park, which Colette thought was hilarious. I did too--sometimes I feel like I'm in a different country in some of the neighborhoods here. I totally respect Jewish culture, but is it seriously frowned upon to smile at strangers? I definitely would not want to get into an accident in that neightborhood...I swear they would just keep walking. But, to be fair, Jewish women are absolutely beautiful. If that helps at all.

It was great having Colette here for a lot of reasons besides getting a bit of a vacation myself. She turned me on to some things I hadn't realized, about mine and Devin's relationship and about some different options for me. She watched Devin and I fight, which I felt terrible about, but she was able to pinpoint the root of some of the issues we'd been having and have since worked out. She also turned me on to some different directions
I could go career-wise. 

But that is for another post! This one is already turning into a diary entry. Thanks again to all those who take the time to read this nonsense!