I talk a lot of smack for someone who’s still continually spoiled by her parents. I stand by the fact that when I shop alone, it’s always on my own dime and subsequently, always a budget-conscious activity. But when I shop with Mommy, we don’t let icky, annoying things like the cost of this Manoush Belted Ruffle Hemmed Trench inhibit our experience.
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Tagged: Hypocrisy • JAPpot • Jewish Guilt • Parental Charity
By BJ, I mean Boot/Jean, of course. Pervs, all of you. I want you to think long and hard (oops) about what you’d be willing to spend altogether on a pair of kickass boots and jeans. If I still had Daddy’s Amex, I would have said upwards of $400. Thankfully, I have something better than a gold card: A local thrift store.
It’s way too easy to find great jeans and boots sans budget. It’s also not nearly as fun to wear them when their respective price tags make you nauseous in retrospect.
I know, I know, you shouldn’t scrimp on jeans, which I’ve been doing extensively as of late. But I can’t help it if this $20 pair looks as fab as its $200 designer counterparts. Belted and tucked into rubber wedge snow boots (also $20) the BJ combo screams seventies coolness.
Fractions aren’t my forte, but I believe $40 is one tenth of $400 - what I would have paid, once upon a time, for jeans and boots. Many thanks, once again, to Beacon’s Closet for providing me with new versions of a few of my favorite things…at a tenth of the price.
Tagged: Beacon's Closet • Denim • Hypocrisy • Tootsies
To the naked eye, the crotch and waistline of these jeans is nothing short of ridiculous. When I saw them at Forever 21 a few weeks ago, I assumed they’d look as silly in the dressing room as they did on the hanger. But post F21 visit, I couldn’t get them out of my head. Following my own advice, vowing to not judge a pant by its hanger, I went back and tried them on. They looked effing awesome. Oh, and they were $24.99.
I shit you not: This uber high-waisted, half riding pant, half eighties style is really, really tough to pull off. If you’ve got any belly bulge, wear control top tights underneath (or just stop eating). Otherwise, people will be too distracted by your FUPA (fat upper…y’know…area) to notice and respect your bold denim choice. Continue reading →
Tagged: Denim • Forever 21 • Hypocrisy
I can’t understand is why Uggs are perceived as stereotypically JAPpy footwear. It’s fucking insulting. I try my best to live by the phrase, “Fashion, not function.” Ugglies exemplify the converse of said phrase. It might be winter in New York City, but it’s an unseasonably warm one; we’re not dealing with temperatures that necessitate Australian Sheepskin. So why, WHY, do I continually see otherwise-cute outfits marred by these shapeless, hideous, cliched boots? Because people still think they’re cool. Here’s why they’re not. Continue reading →
When I think “discount denim,” I see stonewashed, long-crotched, baggy-assed Lees paired with wigwams and scrunchies somewhere in middle America. This is perhaps why it’s taken me so effing long to find pants like these. I’ve been on the hunt for high-waisted flares ever since I realized I was finally thin enough to wear this style without experiencing muffin-top syndrome.
When I found these jeans in H&M, I assumed that they’d look and fit like budget denim once I tried them on. Not so. They made me look and feel like a Charlie’s Angel; my squeals of glee def freaked out the employees in the dressing room vicinity. Continue reading →
