I was born in 1994 and a result of this serendipitous timing, I've had the weird experience of being alive and completely cognizant of the transition from VHS tapes and polaroids and clunky dial-up and cassette tapes, to all the ridiculously high-tech goodies we experience today. I still have my boombox back home, but my little brother's car has bluetooth controls so he can stream Spotify from his iphone6 when he's driving places? It's bizarre. Sometimes I like to take a second to let myself get overwhelmed at how quickly consumer based technology has changed, because it's really overwhelming. The future lives amongst us all because the future is now (and also in the next 5 minutes) and in that spirit I've rounded up some futuristic inspired pieces for this spring inspired by Fizzy Magazine's online editorial.
Sometimes a summer internship interview goes so well that you walk out feeling good (and feeling your look) and in those situations, the only thing left to do is take a selfie amirite? When your hair is fire and your resume is vicious and you walk through the doors with assertiveness and a firm handshake, you cannot pair all of that dark purple lipstick - it's too much. I went for the most toned down lipstick I own, but I'm using the word "own" a bit loosely since technically I stole it from my mom since I only possess burgundy/purple/dark red mattes in my lipstick collection.
Lipstick: Jordana lipsticks are insanely cheap. It's a bit worrisome. It sometimes makes me question what exactly I'm putting on my lips and whether or not it's passed FDA regulations...but they go on so creamy and smooth and smell like chocolate covered strawberries. What is life without the element of risk? I'm wearing their original lipstick formula in Bronze.
Dark Brown Lip Liner: I'm using the term lip-liner but this is actually a BareMinerals eyeliner that I thought was going to be a softer alternative to jet black eyeliner. However, it's the exact shade of my eyelid, which makes it inherently useless as an eyeliner due to its invisibility as a line upon my eye. It makes for a brilliantly long-lasting lip-liner though!
Eyeshadow: It never occurred to me to use Tough as Taupe as a color popping eyeshadow base on my eyelids until I had an enlightening conversation with Ketsia in Currier dhall. I've never looked back since.
Nude Eye Liner (that's actually eyeliner for real): I woke up one day and made two big decisions: I need to start exercising in the mornings on a regular basis, and I need to experiment with a color other than black for lining my bottom lid. Watching Empire on my iPad as I "workout" on the elliptical has made exercising somewhat more enjoyable, and I've grown fond of a light swipe of this brightening eyeliner across my waterline. Rimmel London's kohl sticks glide on with zero tugging (so can I get a hiphiphooray for that drugstore price and for preventing saggy eye bags).
I don't ever wear red. Besides giving me weird ashy undertones, there are so many other colors (like cerulean or black or periwinkle - literally any other color) that I prefer. Yet somehow I found myself browsing ASOS in the middle of the night last semester during one of their crazy sales, I liked the swingy fit on the model, and for 15 dollars I said "you know what why not just go for it you can never go wrong with a black high neck dress and just treat yourself girl you deserve it". The events that unfolded afterwards included a botched order and a lost prepaid return label and just like that, this dress became the solitary red garment in my entire closet.*
Didn't faze me because at that point I already had this crazy faux fur shaggy vest taking up space in my too small standard college dorm dresser. Besides having pockets (whoo!) it also had a foot of furry fabric going past my knees and down to my calves. Lowkey fabulous, but I'm only 5' 3" and I wanted someone else to pull it off properly. So I tried to give it away, I tried to sell it, but now I'm supremely thankful I didn't. All it needed was (to be hemmed) for me to just be bold and wear it with the fierceness it needed to be worn with. Point of this tale is that sometimes two wrongs make a right and sometimes you can wear a super bulky furry vest and not look a yeti, so just take that chance.
*I'm not kidding this is actually the only piece of red that I've owned since my days at Trabuco Hills High School when we had Battle of the Grade Levels assemblies and each grade had to come in a different color and sophomores were assigned red and I hated Got Spirit that particular year because ugh red. But I grinned and bore it because I was on student government. I'm feeling sentimental and school spiritfilled because my littlest brother is killing the game and being a track super star so shoutout to the Mustangs ayye GO BLUE.
**I was also unreasonably excited when Solange wore something really similar (and infinitely more luxe) to the Oscars this year.
Moschino Fall 2015 Got Me Thinkin Bout: Primary colors mostly, but also how Bob the Builder is the patron saint of stylish construction hats. Can he fix "It"? Yes, he can. And so can Jeremy Scott. The "It" I'm talking about refers to this never-ending presence of minimalistic black and grey athleisure looks that have taken over and refuse to go away. I get a kick out of the fact that no one can tell if I'm walking around in sneakers, leggings, and a structured boxy crop top to go work out or just to go live my life. But it's refreshing to see the sporty streetwear trend interpreted through the Jeremy Scott lens. Bob the Builder walks around with his hard hat and overalls and it's super functional just like sportswear, but since his target audience is the primary school crowd there's that childlike saturation of primary colors. You're never too old to wear a pair of bright, heeled, yellow Chucks, and Scott gets it.
Cue the entrance of quilted red overalls and fireman hats with flame resistant hotpants (that may or may not actually be flame resistant, I might just have made that up). Add in a handful of 80s hiphop mainstays. Chains, patchwork denim, and the original piece of sportswear inspired fashion, i.e. the basketball jersey dress, all made appearances.
Who's Wearing This?: The cool, young, fun elementary school teacher who everyone wants to get assigned to because she always does really crazy colorful crafts in class instead of making people do multiplication tables. She also recently got into watching reruns of Everybody Hates Chris on the CW, specifically the episode where Chris is trying to get his money together to catch the Run DMC concert in all their classic hiphop glory.
Everybody was really into Saved By the Bell. The word "everybody" in this specific context, actually just includes Americans over the age of thirty-four and the random kids like me who didn't have satellite/cable and were stuck with basic network reruns of 80s After School Specials. Most kids were watching Lizzie McQuire and Hey Arnold, and every now and then I'd go to my aunty's house in the Inland Empire and catch up on the latest happenings on Pepper Ann or whatever, but my television programming (until the blessed day in 7th grade when my dad caved in and paid for Cox services) was mostly Girlfriends on channel 13, Jeopardy, every single show on PBS Kids, Maury and Judge Judy when my parents weren't home, and Saved By the Bell. So it's really no wonder that I turned out the way I turned out style wise.
Even though my penchant for crazy prints that were doing the most has died down, I think the heart of 80s style lies in its brightness, but also its embrace of the ill fitting imperfections of expressing oneself through clothing. Sometimes you get that awkward Vintage Denim Cowboy Crotch effect. Sometimes sweaters bunch up like crazy and you're left looking like you've got love handles straight from the depths of hell. Sometimes bra straps shine through. Sometimes suede sneakers get cuffed beyond repair. It's alright (cuz I'm Saved By the Bell...eh?) because what really matters is comfort to me and I can testify that I felt comfy as ever.
Today is March 20th, aka the official first day of spring, aka a complete farce and fallacy here in Cambridge, Massachusetts. There are still so many feet of snow on the ground, and they're all just biding their time unhurried and unmelted. It's still averaging around 30-40 degrees on the daily. It was supposed to snow today actually, but (yay spring) there's only a light pelting of ice water flying from the sky. With the lack of spring in the air, you might as well settle for some springlike pink in your next online shopping binge.