You have no idea how fun it was to go inside the Calvin Klein flagship store on Madison Avenue. I nuclear-bombed the kingdom of neutrals (think beige, off-white, white, sand, eggshell) with my, one could say obnoxious, colours. Calvin Klein Collection is the epitome of American minimal chic. I love Francisco Costa and his modern clothes. In my next life, when I reincarnate as a tall, very slender blonde with super thin and straight hair, you bet I’ll always be in head-to-ankle Calvin. It’s a shame I can’t go minimal now because my very colourful and fun personality requires that I dress like a Christmas tree. Maybe I’ll give it a shot someday. Try my hand at minimal dressing, that is.
Sunglasses, stole, shoes from Prada, shirt and sweater from H&M, jeans from Rag & Bone.
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I took my new banana print Prada shirt out for a spin yesterday. I love how it’s kitschy and cheeky… however, I’m curious how it looks like to the un-fashion-trained eye. Is this shirt the designer equivalent of the ubiquitous Hawaiian floral-print short-sleeve shirts that middle-aged American men like to wear when they go on holidays?
Anyhoo, I had a funny conversation with my boyfriend yesterday. I was whining how I have nothing* to wear and I’ve worn pretty much everything that I have. I love how he understands what mileage means when it comes to fashion without me explaining the whole “cost-per-use” concept.
Hat from Marrakesh stall, shirt by Prada, jacket by Filippa K, pants from Rag & Bone, shoes from Prada
*When I say “nothing”, it means “nothing new, nothing fresh, nothing unworn, nothing photographed”.