Entries in clothes (22)


Sunny! Outfit of the day

Sunny! Outfit of the day: 

  • navy tank, banana
  • ochre organza skirt, jcrew
  • burgundy suede belt, american apparel
  • suede heels, ecote
  • scarf, street


Outfit of the (Yester)day: The Clash

I been fixated on the bold lately.

Things don’t have to match. Things don’t have to flow, even, if you don’t feel inclined…


I interviewed at a bespoke (their word, not mine. Though, I think it’s an eloquent descriptor) digital agency yesterday wearing this. We spent some time looking at the websites I’ve worked on and this very blog on a rather large tv during the interview. Big. Very big. 

If this is the ‘worst’ part of my life right now (getting interviewedabout tweeting and my blog, that is), I don’t hate life. 

“Last question…how does it feel to be looking at your own blog as part of a job interview?” 

Is that a real question?

“Awesome. It feels awesome.”


  • red dress, gift, bustled in the back with a safety pin.
  • blue tank top, old navy, folded and belted with dress belt
  • black cardigan: no idea, borrowed
  • clutch: j. crew, borrowed
  • shoes: ecote



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Clothing Fitting, Look vs. Feel and Outfit of the Day

I wrote a couple times (I sing the Body ElectricA Blogger’s Dilemma) in the past about how both my body and my body image has changed over the past several months. 

Last month I did a challenge to workout at least 30 minutes a day for a month. It didn’t have to be running, but it had to be something. This last week marked the end of the challenge and I took a much needed break off from exercise for the last few days, save for walking all over the fair city of New York. I’m feeling refreshed and ready for the next thing. 

While a little rest was definitely necessary physically (omg my achilles, my mid-back, my shins!), I also needed a day or two off mentally. I posted two days ago about needing to find some motivation to workout when really, I just needed to take a few days off. 

It’s no secret that my life has been changing dramatically over the past year. Everything from my work to who I choose to be part of my life to the way I look to (most importantly) the way that I regard all of these elements has very little in common with this time last year. In response to the motivation question, some of you wrote that how your clothing fitting is one of your markers for how you motivate to workout. 

Clothing fitting has worked well in the past for me as a guage of change in my body. There are two reasons why this is weird to me now: 

  • I do not want to buy a significant amount of new clothing. It’s hard enough for me to find things that fit correctly without alterations (Kim Kardashian’s tailor should get in touch…if you know what I mean) that I don’t want to give up items of clothing that I love. Not to mention, I have eleventy billion other things I would like to spend money on currently. 

  • But the same time, just because I used to look good in it doesn’t mean I don’t look better in something else, different size or otherwise. 

What am I even talking about, you ask? As was the case when I wrote Degrees of Freedom, I am still a few pounds above the weight that I was more or less my entire adolescent life until now. So some of my clothes are fitting differently. But, I really like the way I look these days. And, after working out for 30 days straight, I like the way I feel, too…except when I’m wearing said constricting items.

Going strictly by this measure, I should continue to lose weight, right? But when I look in the mirror, I’m more happy with what I see than a year ago, different than the past or not. So should I just use this as an excuse to buy all new clothing? Should i panic that I’m not where I *should* be just because I’m different than some other arbitrary point in my life where I may or may not have even looked better? Running very consistently has really reshaped my legs (love) but my hips are bigger, for example. Who’s to say this isn’t my best look right now? 

Weird line to tow. I guess what I’m saying is that we should be careful with our choice of metrics when it comes to measuring ourselves. Motivation for working out since I retired from swimming has (and has to be) to feel good. And it feels really good to be able to sprint up a hill in the middle of along run if I so choose. If this is what that looks like, so be it. 

It’s all about perspective, anyway.


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Outfit of the Day: Something about Daisy

These shorts are infamous. And, thus, I had to make a bad joke about them in the title of this post. 

I think there’s something to be said for the fact that I will now wear shorts in my late 20s and wouldn’t have bothered in my younger life. I’m in the middle of a 17 shift stretch. Essentially saving money so I can prove to the Spanish government that I won’t be a burden on their economy. I’m planning on throwing up a bunch of ones and making it rain making it drizzle.

First I have to make sure I save enough money to find Liam Neeson and pay him to autograph and hand deliver a copy of Taken to my dad before I consider permanently residing in Europe one way or the other. No? Too soon, Dad? Sorry. 

My 30 has been running lately. My ankles are swelling and I haz the shinsplintz, though so today it’s going to be all bike and walks for this girl. 

Outfit of the day: 

  • brown leather sandals, tahari

  • jean shorts, who the fuck knows

  • white ruffle tank, j. crew

  • belt, j. crew

  • persol 2989s

And fuck Lady Gaga’s hair bow, by the way.



We Could All Be Free, Part 2: The Meaning of Style

I’m more than halfway into my 30x30x30 challenge. Having a finite length of time to focus on a project lends it a sense of heightened scrutiny for me…Am I accomplishing what I wanted? As I wrap up the third week of this project, I can say that it has definitely reset my perspective. Style is not just about what you wear but how you approach your life. Having style is not about what you wear, but how you wear it and how it makes you feel. 

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post called “We Could All Be Free: Swimming the Perfect Race” about how, while very little of what we ‘accomplish’ has to do with others, our ability to focus on ourselves can make us better socially. Mind you, I’m not using the word “social” in the “socialite” or “busy calendar” type of way but in the “how we relate to other humans” way. But I suspect they’re related in a lot of ways. 

In the past few months, this blog has definitely branched from just being concerned with health and diets to considering more of the whole person. The point of initiation, rejecting the idea that we need to diet and police our bodies, has become a simple access point to the media gestalt, the pressures it places on us. Most importantly, it has become an example of how we can resist these pressures and redirect our energies and attention on ourselves from a negative scrutiny to a constructive, awesome-ifying force.  

The ironic thing about it is this: the more you love yourself, the less threatened you are by anybody else. And, I don’t mean this in the hokey, everyone-is-a-beautiful-snowflake way. I mean it in the way that encourages you to take responsibility for your own life. Because you can, because it’s liberating and because you have to. And because we all need each other to do this. Think about it this way: if you spend your energy focusing on things you consider to be bad things, what energy will be left for the good?

You don’t just affect yourself, you will impact the people around you. You will literally be a energy suck on the people around you: Think of the person who complains about being single but never smiles when they’re out or is a stand-offish to everyone that tries to strike up a conversation. Or the person who hates their job and is constantly complaining but won’t make a change.

Don’t be that person. I’m not saying every thing in your life will be perfect, but instead of complaining about your job, focus on what you do that’s awesome and how that can translate into a new job or a new career. Then take responsibility and love yourself enough to do it. You will become a better person. You will become an addition rather than a subtraction to all of the situations you are in and to the lives of those around you. 

We could all be free. No, not everyone will love you, but you will be surrounded by people who do. There are too many amazing things in the world and about each of us to focus on the bad things. Pick a project. Start with yourself. 

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