Nefelibata, or Walking {on} Sunshine?

This week has been frigid, and dreary weather combined with holiday fatigue certainly makes indoors seem enticing.  I am a bit of a Wild Heart, however, and I get Cabin Fever pretty quickly.  Thus I forced myself to venture out into the world today, and it was the perfect excuse to don a casual “It’s Cold AF” outfit.


Okay, really, I’ve just been wanting to show off my new Vans.  It took me a while to find the perfect pair.  I tried the traditional Old Skool version, but they were really too heavy for my feet and felt clunky with my non-skater choice of attire.  Then I considered some of the more fashion-forward colors, like those currently on display at Madewell, but my New Year’s goal is really to transition to more of a Capsule wardrobe, and I wanted a neutral or basic that would get some real use.  Old Skool Lite seemed like the perfect compromise, and are totally worth the extra ten bucks for the comfort and fit.  They make me want to go balance on things and climb a few buildings.


No, really.  I legitimately get pumped to climb buildings when wearing Vans.  I did so today.  I feel like the philosophers would approve.  There’s this Portuguese term: Nefelibata, which translates roughly to “cloud walker”… I actually have it on a denim jacket, which I happened to wear today.  Usually, I reserve this jacket for witty repartee regarding Coehlo’s ‘The Alchemist’ (which, unlike the rest of the world, I don’t think is as brilliant as it’s made out to be.  See instead: Siddhartha, by Herman Hesse.  Same idea, more profound).  Paired with a knit sweater, it’s actually warm and efficient for outings while temps are in the 20s.  Win-win?


This is a hot water pipe.  I’m clinging to it for warmth more than leverage.

Vacation is almost over and it will be time to get back to office looks and conformist expectations, but I hope you’ll spend a few more days enjoying 2017 and not rush the New Year.


Homme for the Holidays

Christmas is here and with it our yearly holiday trek to see family and make more gingerbread cookies than should be allowed.  I vowed to myself that I would attempt to wear “real clothes” instead of pajamas for at least one full day on this vacation, more out of respect to the Spirit of the gathering than anything else.

This seemed like the perfect weekend, then, to bust out my Mom-jeans.  I had been consciously avoiding this style of denim, despite its recent rise in popularity, not out of a true aversion, but simply because I wasn’t ready to retire cigarette pants.  There’s something to be said for a tailored leg, am I right?  However, I found a great pair in this cut from &OtherStories, in a perfect blue wash that feels and wears like classic denim.


Mom-jeans can be worn detrimentally – there, I said it.  Usually, I like to pair this style with a chunky heel and a top in a cool material and silhouette (think: Madewell’s velvet tee … in champagne … yes!)  I find that it’s hard to balance proportions.  But then my mind whisked away to days of YSL “Le Smoking” and a time when women in pants was still a faux pas and thought, “Why not go ‘homme’ for the holidays?”  At this point, what’s more American than classic denim?  Isn’t Christmas about tradition?  Could I channel John Wayne?


I paired my jeans with a silk Equipment blouse (another closet staple), and some Calvin Klein loafers.  I wanted to pay homage to the Christmas palette without stealing the show from Mrs. Claus, so my red top is actually a snakeskin print.  A Prana hat finished the ensemble.


Now I’m off to another Christmas task: expressing my culinary skills in the making of roasted tomato soup.  Happy Holidays to you and yours.

Faux Fur-losophy

Kant once boasted: “Give me matter, and I will construct a world out of it!”  This is actually a paraphrasing of Descartes, but in essence, he is attempting to explain gravitational forces.  There is one thing that I tend to gravitate towards in my own little fashion world, and that’s fur.  Unlike Michael Kors and his newest “no-fur” pledge, I’m going to be honest in the matter and admit that I have worn, and still own, real fur.  In consideration of ethical consciousness, going the vintage route is certainly the best way to source such items.  For those of you who have stumbled upon this confession and are aghast, rest assured that my most recent obsession is faux.


The one item I’ve allowed myself to invest in this winter season is a new coat.  I have always gravitated to traditional wool jackets with a 1920s vibe.  However, in recent years, I’ve bolstered my wardrobe with the ubiquitous puffer, a pink trench, and a swing coat.  It was time to purchase a basic that would serve as a foundational winter piece for years to come.  I found the perfect item by my favorite Paris Atelier and could not have been happier.  This particular coat has a removable (yes, REMOVABLE!) faux fur collar, which means I could fulfill my fashion needs while still ensuring my pick could be worn anywhere, on any occasion.  You can never go wrong with a solid navy.


Pros to a fur collar: I could look like Tinie Tempah, the added weight on one’s shoulders is comforting, it negates the need for a scarf, and who doesn’t like to pet themselves?  Cons to a fur collar: ………..



I do admit that traditional pieces can seem dated at times, so I like pairing mine with a suede ballcap to up the modern vibe, and add just a bit of a heel for height since a longer style can shorten one’s silhouette.  How do you wear your (faux) fur?