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I got that springtime, springtime sadness.
Had to bury a few of my cats in the yard today. Three of my six-toed beauties died from complications after trying to eat a peacock. It is incredibly bittersweet. But at least they left this world in style. I will never these fallen felines and their intense dedication to fabulousness. Rest in peace, my posh polydactyl pals.
My home for the next few weeks. SPRANG BREAK, BITCHES.
Spring Break Aftermath
Me: I told you all to leave that peacock alone.
Six-Toed Cats: *spit up feather boa collection and strut down makeshift runway*
#tbt to before I got my MacBook.
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A Farewell to Sleeves
When spring comes, even the false spring (thanks, global warming), there are no problems except where to be happiest, and what the hell to wear. It is not summer yet. Mother Nature is the cruelest of matriarchs. Do not say, “Farewell,” to your shirtsleeves just yet. If you feel compelled to shed them now, you are either a Cuban or a Midwesterner (looking at you, Chicago suburbs). I am here to save you from the faux pas that are the bro tank and wife beater. The former is generally reserved for pubescent marijuana dealers and fraternity boys who take intramural sports too seriously. The latter is worn by the Real Slim Shady, white men who still personally identify with The Real Slim Shady, and men with the kind of feminine shoulders that biologically inhibit the ability to literally beat their wives. And neither are acceptable wear for spring time. Or any time. So what’s a hipster to wear when spring’s in the air?
Introducing, my favorite hyphenated spring trend, the fitted short-sleeve button-down. Here are some select styles.
1) The Chambray
This is a great option for anyone who is putting out a mixtape or appreciates fabric pretending to be denim. Chambray goes perfectly with black jeans and a pair of Chucks. Leave it buttoned to the collar or unbuttoned and worn over a solid tee. You can find chambray shades other than traditional denim. Woodbine green and marsala red are on-trend this season.
2) The Printed Button-Down
These are perfect for any hipster who repeatedly denies the hipster label even though they’ve been wearing those square-framed glasses since elementary school and compose office memos on their fully-restored Underwood typewriter. When choosing the correct style for you, stick to an option that uses color and pattern wisely. Pair with solid colors or neutrals. A beanie completes this look.
3) The Color Block Button-Down
For men who spent too much of their childhood years dressed in Nautica and are totally going to make it big with this tech startup, Mom. Perfect for anyone who wants a pop of color but is hesitant about pattern prints. These shirts form subtle yet noticeable geometric patterns with two or more colors. I prefer shirts with two blocks of opposing neutrals, or monochromatics with one smaller block of color on the breast pocket.
For a night on the town, spruce up any of these with a skinny tie and a blazer. For a lifetime of denial and sadness, you might as well wear a bro tank or a wife beater. The right to bare arms is a privilege, not a right. Don’t abuse it.
To help you get a head start on #transformationtuesday.
#broguesbeforehoes
The Struggle is Real
When scrambled, my initials spell "Meh." Good thing my sense of style isn't. And I'm never earnest about that. #fashiononfleek #ihatemyself #ihateyoumom
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Ugh. Why read anything Melville when you could read Hemingway? Whatever. That bag is atrocious.
#donotcallmeishmael
The Debt Also Rises
Bae: How did you go bankrupt?!
Me: Two ways. Shopping, then online shopping.
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A quick fashion fun fact
I have a reminder for every "meninist" shaming the celebration of International Women's Day. Throughout history, men and women wore high heels. Somewhere along the way, men stopped. In that time, heels did not suddenly become "too feminine." Men suddenly became hideously dressed assholes. I know I don't have the best track record with the female population. Sorry, Martha. I mean, Mary. But I'll be damned if I can't appreciate a good high heeled shoe. And the women wearing them? They could probably ruin your life if they wanted to. Women run the world. And they do it in six-inch heels. So, chauvinists, I ask of you this. Put on some heels. Try to sprint. Fall on your face. Bleed out your ignorance and disrespect. Maybe one day we'll stop seeing fashion items as strictly "feminine" or "masculine." Maybe one day stilettos will come back as a universal fashion statement. That would certainly be a great day.
An Open Letter to Men: Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk
The English Oxford, the Scottish brogue. These are accents you have heard before. If you do not have these accents, feel free to hang your head. But do not feel defeat. You too can outfit yourself with the Oxford or brogue accent. On your feet, that is. Rid yourself of colloquial sneakers. Anyone who claims you look good in them is a liar. Brogues and other Oxfords are a necessary accent in any man's wardrobe. You will make more strides in wing-tipped, artfully perforated leather than anything adorned with a "swoosh." There is nothing more classic than a pair of brogues or Oxfords. Except, perhaps, men who wear them. Put on your sneakers and ask yourself: Do I feel like a bro or a brogue? If you don't like the answer, change how it sounds. Whichever shoes you wear or dialect you speak, lace it up and own it. Then someone may want to borrow yours*. *No one actually wants to borrow your Jordans. Sorry.
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February? Don't you mean Flannel Season?
Apologies about the lull in my posts. I've spent some time writing in Ketchum. It is a nice change of pace from Cuba. Cuban men sit shirtless on their beaches and gripe about the cold weather. It is February. Cubans don't know cold. They wear pastels as though every day were a moveable feast. It is ludicrous. I don't think they know what layers are. My favorite layering pieces are my flannel shirts. These are staples to any Idaho wardrobe. Flannel is practical, durable, and comfortable. I love my flannels. I'd get buried with a flannel shirt on my back. But I would like to dispel any rumors that I am, what some have called, a lumbersexual. I refuse to be labeled as such. I love flannel. But I am no lumberjack. I do not spend my days cultivating wooden logs with any Babes. I am a fashion blogger. I have integrity. If you disagree, I bet you are a Cuban in need of a shirt. I suggest a flannel. Red and black plaid is a timeless choice.
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