at the Outnet, but they won't crack in the crotch (one hopes they're better made than my my forever21 version) and they won't cost as much as the leather version I really want. Because I almost need leather pants. But I can't imagine getting a decent pair for less than one hundred, two hundred dollars.
Really, the more I think about it, the more I want to dress/punch like Buffy this fall:
All leather, all the time. I'm not saying I need a leather suit, but I'm not saying I don't, either. Case in point: as I was readying myself for the today's sunny breeziness, I actually thought "you know what would be perfect with these boyfriend jeans and this cool, refreshing air? A leather t-shirt." I just want a version of the look that doesn't come directly out of 1999's figurative closet. Here's what I mean, modern spring leather:
|(All Spring 2011 RTW. Rebecca Taylor bookends, then Cushnie et Ochs, two Ohne Titel and an Elise Overland)|
Left: jeans are men's Gap with Peirre Hardy for Gap platform.
Right: my actual boyfriend's (Levi's) with a vintage scarf and wedges from Cynthia Vincent for Target
I'm trying to get used to showing a little midriff. There was a nary a Spring 2011 collection without an exposed stomach or two (whether through transparency or simple nakedness of the area). Which I rather like. Moving on to a more covered-up me. Flares:
Skinny jeans just seem so staple-ish, so obvious and constant. What I like about all of the above is that the pants are really carrying the outfit. Flares are often a bit too preppy for my taste, though; hence the giant safety pin
The Suckers. They are lovable, especially live. (I saw them quite accidentally at The National's Terminal 5 performance). Perhaps a little too close to Sunset Rubdown for (complete) comfort, but whatever. Sunset Rubdown is the tops. That's sort of how I feel about this Head and the Heart video:
Does he sounds laughably like Ryan Adams? Yes. Is it a friendly laughability? Absolutely. Does it make me a wee uncomfortable? Sure. But you know what it MOSTLY makes me? Glad to have a new, goodish Ryan Adams in my life. Also, they're not copycats. They usually sound a great deal more like this:
So phew. But that means I still need Ryan to get good again.