Sunday, April 17, 2011
Papa's Got A Brand New Bag
Photo Courtesy Of JWF
This post isn't going to be about the dapper dandy you see in the vintage photo above, although he sparks my curiousity and I wonder who he is (he's probably spent years trying to figure out who I am, too). But, I thought I'd atleast take a minute to address what's going on around the young man's collar. The sartorialist detail, it's exquisite, is it not?
In essence, this blog entry is a preamble to the one below. The focus of interest: Men's clothing - how to wear it if you're a girl. And l'm going all out with the pop culture references here, starting with "Sex And The City". So bear with me.
Do you guys remember the season three finale of SATC, titled "Cock A Doodle Do"? I'm including a link here, incase you've forgotten, or missed it.
In this episode (spoiler alert), there's a scene where Carrie meets up with Mr Big for lunch in Central Park, and ends up falling into a pond, after avoiding (upon prior advice from Miranda) a courteous kiss from her estranged lover. Carrie is wearing a powder pink Richard Tyler dress. And don't get me wrong, the dress is cute, alright? But compared to the outfit she ends up wearing after showering at Big's apartment to get her mishap out of her hair; the pink dress might as well have stayed in the pond with the ducks and what not. Really, in Mafioso lingo: The pink dress should sleep with the fish.
The attire that Carrie is seen wearing when she leaves John Preston's (Big) apartment is totally rad. His white shirt and belt, paired with her high heels and flowing hair, equals perfection.
What I really like about this episode though, is the whole play on our perception of gender roles. There are several hilarious scenes, some (major spoiler alert) including chicks with...hmm, how do I put this delicately? Allow me to rephrase: There are several hilarious scenes including well endowed ladies. They're fabulous and funny. Although I have to interject that their outfits deserve less than stellar reviews. I mean, If you guys want to bend it, why not take a cue from David Beckham?
Okay, moving on from our sex addiction. The thing about men's fashion is that it's really affordable to shop. All you need is a male relative or friend, and you're basically set for life.
For instance, a few years ago, one of my friends used to rock these really cool shorts that she'd made from one of ex-boyfriend's pair of jeans. To come to think of it, she didn't actually want to make a fashion statement, she just wanted revenge. Okay, bad example. I have another one. My mum once got my grandfather a really nice grey sweatshirt for Christmas. It caught my eye. So I penned down a heart-filled letter asking whether I could have it. And in a split second, it was mine. Then, I took to the scissors (I am terrible), and just like that, I had my very own oversized-Jennifer Beal-"Flashdance"-boat-necked-sweater, to go.
Wait, there's more. Every derby hat my dad's ever owned, is now residing somewhere in my sister's wardrobe in Paris. At the end of the day, what's he gonna do about it? Deny his daughter, the right to be stylish? I don't think so. It may be a man's world. But we all know the true star at the center of the Solar-System. Take a page from Shakespeare's book, Juliet is the sun.