Well, hello my darling. How is everyone today? I hope ur well. I had a great day. I woke up worked out (p90x is kicking my ass) and got ready for the day. I decided I needed some color in my life. So even though I told myself and you I would wear pants today I chose an adorable pair of high waisted green shorts. I continued the color frenzy with a tie dye t-shirt from american apparel that looks like it sort of has clouds on it. it is my favorite t-shirt it reminds me of summer camp and play practice. It was very a youthful outfit. I felt like a kid again. Oh, and I completed the outfir with my newest and most favorite accessory: a gorgeous orange Hermes belt. I could wear it with a trash bag and look like a million bucks...maybe because the freakin' belt cost that much. Point is: I love it.
Well I had a lot to do today (when don't we all have a lot to do) three rehearsals with three different musical scores and my LaDucas (dance shoes) and so much other crap I realized the vuitton was just not going to cut it for the day. So i pulled out the L.L. Bean. desperate times call for desperate measures. I have to say firstly I love my book bag it has my first name embroidered across the front (not just my initials) in a beautiful script- and it is suuuuper practical. However, practicality and fashion don't always get along. At one time Kipling bags were the epitome of functional fashion. In 8th grade those water resistant, sturdy and spacious bags with adorable monkey embellishments could finish any outfit; you could put on a kipling fanny pack with a tuxedo and go to the oscars. But the moment i put on that L.L Bean i looked an over-grown 9-year-old and I needed the bag so fashion was sacrificed. Thankfully, I didn't break my back trying to carry all of my crap using my inappropriate vuitton hand bag.
Fashion isn't everything. Sometimes we just have to be comfortable. And frankly, the poorgeosie (the rich kids who live in williamsburg and spend alot of money to look as if they didn't spend a dime), stacey london, karl lagerfel, and the rest of the elitist fashionistas who judge us can go suck it and all they need to do is put on a pair of sneakers and a back pack and remember that sometimes being comfortable may not be the most fashionable thing in the world but it can make us feel just as nice.
The cute oufit.
sort of ruined...yet simultaneously enhanced outfit with ll bean (sorry for the crazy eyes)
p.s. a lovely lady came up to me today and told me that my outfits brighten her day and she looks forward to seeing what im going to be wearing...she said the loveliest things. Now isn't that what clothing should always do? wear something tomorrow that is going to brighten someone else's day somewhow...or at the very least your own-but ur clothing should always do that anyway ;)
CON MUCHO AMOR,
juan
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
You, Jerry, Are the Doofus.
Everyone has fashion hurdles to clear in their everyday life. Today, I glanced at my hurdles for a moment, then shrugged and took the 1 train instead. I completely ignored the button-down policy at my place of work and tucked a long-sleeved Pablo Picasso navy-and-cream-striped shirt into my high-waisted* navy ACNE shorts (whose legs I folded up subtly at the bottom to flatter my gams).
The Picasso shirt is from J. Peterman, that clothier whose verbose catalogues were lovingly skewered on "Seinfeld," where Elaine was a director at the company and introduced us to her Urban Sombrero. It's nice to wear items whose origins you can self-effacingly use as conversation starters. I have cute little anecdotes for most of my favorite pieces. For these shorts, for instance, all I have to do is mention the name of the designer. ACNE! Sick! (It is in fact an equally stupid acronym: Ambition to Create Novel Expressions. Bitch, please.)
I almost made a terrible mistake today. However, I fixed it up quick before I left the house. Here's the accidental fashion trauma waiting to happen:
And here I am after I performed some quick sartorial rhinoplasty:
Can you identify the surgical procedure I performed? More importantly, do you know why I felt it absolutely necessary?
Hand in your answers at the end of class.
You know you love me (I hate Gossip Girl but it felt dramatically appropriate),
Max
*Now that you bring it up, I'm not altogether sure if the shorts are actually high-waisted or if I in fact just hoist them up so high that they appear so. In any case, my father thinks the look is really unattractive and the name of the blog still applies.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
i love juicy couture and new jersey.
I woke up late today and didn't do p90x. I just have to just admit it, you know. Because it totally affected what I wore today. I am sort of in a fashion funk that has everything to do with p90x. You see I have recently gained some weight, which is why I am doing p90x, so I am only wearing shorts and sweatpants. Literally. I don't fit into my pants. I have one pair of jeans that I am wearing to auditions and such.
That said, today I wore cute-ish powder blue shorts with a white t-shirt and a blue and white polka dotted scarf that i wrapped around my waist and converted it into a flamenco sarong of sorts. yea i wore that. in public. wearing crazy things is fun sometimes, but sometimes you just want to look normal. plain jane. but then i came home and started watching the mj tribute and I realized that being different-being truly individual- well it may be our greatest gift from the universe. i was just moved by the whole thing today. first outfit of the day
later, i had rehearsal for the new musical i'm rehearsing for DIZZY, which you must come see . I'll post the info soon. Anyway, I decided to do it. I've been avoiding it...but i did it. I grabbed the black juicy velour pants and pullled them on and I felt like i was in high school again. I felt like I was studying for AP Psych with Ali, Sloane, Krikos, and Becca all over again. You know when you watch "what not to wear" and some tragic 45-year old accountant from philly is still wearing the same shit she wore in 1989. Well, i sympathize with her now. I know why she keeps those awful business suits that look like an outfit worn by Ann Kelsey on LA Law...because she like them, they make her feel nice. That is what juicy couture does for me. I mentioned on my personal twitter page the other day "Is it wrong to wear juicy couture velour sweats in 2009? Absolutely. Am I wearing them right now? You bet your holy vagina I am." And even though they may be super jersey hot mess pants I love 'em.
I wore the outfit with a black and white flannel shirt, a white t-shirt and my glasses. My second outfit of the day.
i really think i need to wear some pants tomorrow. preferrably a high waisted pair.
xoxo, juan
p.s. isn't it amazing how differently max and i write. i love it. such different voices. i'm having a lot of fun with this.
p.p.s MARIAH WAS FEACCCE today at that memorial. i dont care what anybody says.
That said, today I wore cute-ish powder blue shorts with a white t-shirt and a blue and white polka dotted scarf that i wrapped around my waist and converted it into a flamenco sarong of sorts. yea i wore that. in public. wearing crazy things is fun sometimes, but sometimes you just want to look normal. plain jane. but then i came home and started watching the mj tribute and I realized that being different-being truly individual- well it may be our greatest gift from the universe. i was just moved by the whole thing today. first outfit of the day
later, i had rehearsal for the new musical i'm rehearsing for DIZZY, which you must come see . I'll post the info soon. Anyway, I decided to do it. I've been avoiding it...but i did it. I grabbed the black juicy velour pants and pullled them on and I felt like i was in high school again. I felt like I was studying for AP Psych with Ali, Sloane, Krikos, and Becca all over again. You know when you watch "what not to wear" and some tragic 45-year old accountant from philly is still wearing the same shit she wore in 1989. Well, i sympathize with her now. I know why she keeps those awful business suits that look like an outfit worn by Ann Kelsey on LA Law...because she like them, they make her feel nice. That is what juicy couture does for me. I mentioned on my personal twitter page the other day "Is it wrong to wear juicy couture velour sweats in 2009? Absolutely. Am I wearing them right now? You bet your holy vagina I am." And even though they may be super jersey hot mess pants I love 'em.
I wore the outfit with a black and white flannel shirt, a white t-shirt and my glasses. My second outfit of the day.
i really think i need to wear some pants tomorrow. preferrably a high waisted pair.
xoxo, juan
p.s. isn't it amazing how differently max and i write. i love it. such different voices. i'm having a lot of fun with this.
p.p.s MARIAH WAS FEACCCE today at that memorial. i dont care what anybody says.
Still Waters Run Average
I cringe when I read the tale of what I wore yesterday. Will I ever learn from my mistakes? It's clear I should have just worn a high-waisted pant.
Juan's post got me to thinking in a very Carrie Bradshaw manner (fingertips lazily slapping my Apple keys as I loll in my UES one-bedroom, wearing a nightie made of tinkling bells and squatting against a Gucci bedpan). I was riveted by his fashion journey, sure! But one thing that really got my motor running was that deep-V. It triggers such vitriol, such a sour attitude from the masses on such a daily basis that I have to wonder: just Y does the deep-V N-spire such X-treme H8? It is a new classic piece, one that casually embodies that combination of secretary and barmaid that Juan and I strive for. Its chest-baring namesake functions as a helpful beacon: an arrow made of your own flesh, pointing meaningfully down to your girly bits as a reminder that you are a living, breathing creature, not just a mannequin wearing quirky blends of cotton.
In any case, that deep-V might have been able to help me out today, but I ignored its clarion call. I am currently on the subway wearing the closest thing to high-waisted that APC has ever seen, and am literally bursting at the seams, since their salespeople always caution you to buy your jeans 4 sizes too small because they apparently STRETCH OUT at some point. A relatively "professional" appointment today finds me in a decidedly conservative ensemble: a powder blue Steven Alan oxford (the dangerous territory of twenty-seven-year-old bankers who live in Murray Hill) rounds out the denims. Fringed bangs conceal the tenacious zits on my forehead and Wayfarers, hanging on the neck of my not-so-deep-V, say so much, but especially they say Zac Efron.
Catch you later today, when I tire of this mediocrity and return to my oaken wardrobe chest,
Juan's post got me to thinking in a very Carrie Bradshaw manner (fingertips lazily slapping my Apple keys as I loll in my UES one-bedroom, wearing a nightie made of tinkling bells and squatting against a Gucci bedpan). I was riveted by his fashion journey, sure! But one thing that really got my motor running was that deep-V. It triggers such vitriol, such a sour attitude from the masses on such a daily basis that I have to wonder: just Y does the deep-V N-spire such X-treme H8? It is a new classic piece, one that casually embodies that combination of secretary and barmaid that Juan and I strive for. Its chest-baring namesake functions as a helpful beacon: an arrow made of your own flesh, pointing meaningfully down to your girly bits as a reminder that you are a living, breathing creature, not just a mannequin wearing quirky blends of cotton.
In any case, that deep-V might have been able to help me out today, but I ignored its clarion call. I am currently on the subway wearing the closest thing to high-waisted that APC has ever seen, and am literally bursting at the seams, since their salespeople always caution you to buy your jeans 4 sizes too small because they apparently STRETCH OUT at some point. A relatively "professional" appointment today finds me in a decidedly conservative ensemble: a powder blue Steven Alan oxford (the dangerous territory of twenty-seven-year-old bankers who live in Murray Hill) rounds out the denims. Fringed bangs conceal the tenacious zits on my forehead and Wayfarers, hanging on the neck of my not-so-deep-V, say so much, but especially they say Zac Efron.
Catch you later today, when I tire of this mediocrity and return to my oaken wardrobe chest,
LULULEMON runs my shit.
Firstly, I would like to say WELCOME. Max and I are thrilled to have you visiting.
Isn't amazing how much what we wear affects our daily life...or is it the other way around? Does it matter? Maybe. But here is what I know for sure. Clothing and what we wear (because with Max and I what we wear doesn't always constitute as clothing) is a subtle reminder of what we already know: who we are, or more importantly who we want to be.
WTF is the douche that wrote that?...oh yes, it was me. I apologize.
"I Should Have Just Worn a High Waisted Pant" is a place Where Max and I (Juan) give quippy daily recaps of what we wore that day. You may be asking yourself "why would I care what you wore that day?" The answer is simply that this is some interesting shit.
Today I wore Black Lululemon Pantsover a pair of black SPANX and black custom made jazz pant from "Class in Dance Shop," with an orange american apparel deep-V. I have to admit something LULULEMON runs my shit. I don't know why...but they do. The clothing is super over-priced and only sort-of-attractive BUT I LOVE IT. It makes me feel dressier than I actually am that day. And spanx well they don't run my shit, they are da shit. They smooth it out and tuck it in. Thank you JESUS. Overall I looked like a 25-year-old female yoga instructor who recently gained a lot of weight on her honeymoon, who has a lot of cash because she married an investment banker who started taking her class after he got gastric bypass. perfect.
the shoes were a sensible brooks running sneaker. very sharp-ish. very comfortable.
Tonight, I slutted it up and wore a true staple outfit in the house of JTF. A plaid steven alan shirt that i bought at the sample sale a couple of years ago with Melisa Basolo and apair of blue and white striped diesel short shorts that make daddy bears want a hot dog reeaalll bad. A green and white patent leather sperry top-sider with a gold watch (as per usual) finish the outfit.
In conclusion I probably would have looked better if at some point today I had just worn a high waisted pant.
Love you all....please follow our Twitter.
XOXO,
Juan
Isn't amazing how much what we wear affects our daily life...or is it the other way around? Does it matter? Maybe. But here is what I know for sure. Clothing and what we wear (because with Max and I what we wear doesn't always constitute as clothing) is a subtle reminder of what we already know: who we are, or more importantly who we want to be.
WTF is the douche that wrote that?...oh yes, it was me. I apologize.
"I Should Have Just Worn a High Waisted Pant" is a place Where Max and I (Juan) give quippy daily recaps of what we wore that day. You may be asking yourself "why would I care what you wore that day?" The answer is simply that this is some interesting shit.
Today I wore Black Lululemon Pantsover a pair of black SPANX and black custom made jazz pant from "Class in Dance Shop," with an orange american apparel deep-V. I have to admit something LULULEMON runs my shit. I don't know why...but they do. The clothing is super over-priced and only sort-of-attractive BUT I LOVE IT. It makes me feel dressier than I actually am that day. And spanx well they don't run my shit, they are da shit. They smooth it out and tuck it in. Thank you JESUS. Overall I looked like a 25-year-old female yoga instructor who recently gained a lot of weight on her honeymoon, who has a lot of cash because she married an investment banker who started taking her class after he got gastric bypass. perfect.
the shoes were a sensible brooks running sneaker. very sharp-ish. very comfortable.
Tonight, I slutted it up and wore a true staple outfit in the house of JTF. A plaid steven alan shirt that i bought at the sample sale a couple of years ago with Melisa Basolo and apair of blue and white striped diesel short shorts that make daddy bears want a hot dog reeaalll bad. A green and white patent leather sperry top-sider with a gold watch (as per usual) finish the outfit.
In conclusion I probably would have looked better if at some point today I had just worn a high waisted pant.
Love you all....please follow our Twitter.
XOXO,
Juan
Monday, July 6, 2009
Excellence in Sportswear
Welcome, readers, and thank you for wondering what Juan and I wore today.
This morning I began with an above-the-knee khaki short by Rag & Bone. I felt the need to save my cutest shirts for engagements later this week, and opted for a sensible summer work tunic: the periwinkle pinstripe linen J. Crew button-down (size XXL) that I stole from my father on the last Jenkins family vacation.
The sheer size and fluidity of the tunic nicely balanced the structured, almost square quality of the shorts. By the way, it is possible that they are chinos. I don't know. Chino sounds so pedestrian. I suppose I can't help but think of Ryan Atwood's positively Dantesque hometown on The O.C.
Short, white Nike athletic socks (my weakness) and white-with-blue-speckle-effect Vans from the Supreme x Vans collaboration, purchased at the Supreme store on Lafayette Street.
With the summer heat intensifying, there's no telling what fashion accidents may befall Juan and I. Be sure to follow us on Twitter so as not to miss a minute of our sartorial evolution.
XOXO,
Max
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