Image taken from the Sartorialist, a blog I was recently put onto and the basis for this blog is simple. It's just pictures taken of very fashion forward women/men on the streets of New York City and London to name just two. Images that are inspirational to say the very least.
Every morning when I get to work, turn on my computer and get my email up, it's always flooded with updates/newsletters/sale notifications from Shopbop, Saks, Nordstrom. Ughhh the pressure!!! If you are as addicted to retail therapy as I am you can certainly relate to the struggle of trying not to take a quick peak at these. I refuse to unsubscribe and be in the dark about what's "hot" or "just in" so I cave and spend way too much time becoming fluent in Shop Bop inventory. This morning, amidst this battle between good and evil, I concocted a conspiracy theory. I'm picturing Anna Wintour standing at the head of a very large conference room table with Andre Leon Tally on her right and Carl Lagerfeld on her left, her wearing a 3 piece suit while doing a power points presentation. Where am I going with this you ask? Well, the cynical and "I did it all for the capital" girl in me, could swear big designers (you know, the ones that run the world of fashion) are creatively inspired by none other than the good ole dolla dolla bill. I could swear they keep certain trends "out" just long enough for you to say "ok I'm never going to wear this again" so you dump it. Cut to: 1 or 2 seasons later and guess what's back in??? Yup! you guessed it! Everything you just donated to the Salvation Army last week after keeping it for almost a decade. I'm convinced their only "creative" inspiration for the season's designs are a flow chart and a fall issue of Vogue circa 10-15 yrs prior. I'm actually thinking of upgrading to a 2 bedroom and devoting an entire room as a walk-in closet and archivng eveything so I never have to shop again. For those that buy high end trendy items this would make perfect sense, but who am I kidding, there's nothing like the smell of a brand new, encyclopedia-sized fall issue of Vogue followed by the adrenaline filled hunt for every item on your "Must Have" list. That particular shoe/dress/top/jacket/accessory/where does it end!!! . .for the season. It's basically turned into an Olympic sport for Pete's sake. The right fit, the right size and for those of us that aren't fortunate enough to ignore price tags, let's never forget the right price point. When it comes to this research, I have to say I owe a lot of my evolution, to my fashionista mentor G-unit. No, not the Hip Hop crew led by 50-cent silly. I'm talking about my besty Grace Ciaccia. This little miss Soho residing, digital ad planning, vegetarian yogi, is your quintessential NYC young lady with an amazing sense of style. She always helps me research and find the store or label that has best executed the item(s) that I am in the market for either by design or price point and more times than not, a combination of both which makes her my go-to. Confession: if it wasn't for her I'd still be rocking those Tory Burch flats. I apologize if I have offended any of you Tory fans but let's face it! Unless you are a 40 plus, Upper West or East side residing, financial-career-having or fund-raising housewife, you should NOT be wearing Tory! Stay Styled!!!
