Back in 2008, Marc Jacobs released a line chock full of designs in “squiggle” wolfstooth for his Marc by Marc Jacobs label (R.I.P.). I was working at the Cusp in Georgetown during the summer between undergrad and grad school and I died when I unboxed the shipment containing the graphic designs. Later than fall, two pieces from this collection and another wolfstooth piece from L.A.M.B. wound up on Blair Waldorf. Eric Daman is a genius. I said it. I meant it. I am not taking it back.
Credit: The CW
Credit: The CW
Credit: The CW
Credit: The CW
I uncovered this navy / black wolfstooth dress from the Marc by Marc Jacobs line NWT on eBay. When I find pieces that I am obsessed with years down the road and at a competitive price…it is more like eBae, amirite? I love mixing navy and black. This shape from the collection, at least, is the most appropriate to integrate into the every day. The banded bottom reminds me of a subtle bubble hem, which I understand is coming back in style. The middle of the dress has a bit of volume. Awesome for hiding any winter weight.
Does anyone else recall when J.Crew introduced The Hookup and The Breakup? The former was the pairing of a top and bottom of the same print. The latter is wearing one of them at a time. While wearing one printed piece at a time is not revolutionary, I fell in love with wearing one print top to bottom, and not in the form of a dress or jumpsuit. Something about purchasing two pieces in one print feels very luxurious, yet attainable.
I was watching season one of The City and doing some online window shopping when I found this shirt and skirt combination. As much as I fell in love with this print via the website I purchased from, photos just do not do it justice. The texture and the pattern are next level. I knew that the colors were based in a neutral palette but I was pleasantly surprised that in person the cobalt blue and petal pink pop.
A little game that I like to play is Let the Husband Style Me. I will give him the top / bottom / dress and allow him to pick shoes, jewelry, and when appropriate, outerwear. Sometimes I go with his suggestions. Sometimes I exercise my veto power. Yesterday, I kept the necklace (last seen here) he selected and I layered on pearljewelry. I added a pair of sunglasses. I switched out the gold bangles for my bow cuff, mycoilbracelets and ring. (I know, how very #standard of me.) He initially picked out a Columbia puffer vest; to his credit my faux fur vest (last seen here) was still packed up from last winter. Lastly, the gold heels he picked had to go for patent dark green heels – much more seasonally appropriate for a fifty degree day.
Let’s be honest. As much as I love to serve up tall style realness, there is a part of me that gravitates to a more low key look. Add in rainy day weather and good luck even bringing oneself to roll out of bed!
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Last weekend my little sister posted a photo with styling throwback to J.Crew at the height of Jenna Lyon’s influence. The striped shirt under the end-on-end button down? Genius to pull that out of her sartorial bag of tricks. Her interpretation inspired me to layer a long sleeve tee beneath a button down, albeit a chambray one. And trust, we both have the button down she is wearing, the only difference being our respective monograms.
Did I copy cat her skater sneakers? Guilty. To be fair, I already had them in my closet (last seen here and here and here). The major thing I didn’t copy, which was next level, was her beret. For her privacy, I cropped out her face, but trust that she was throwing out next level Parisian vibes.
I studied historic preservation and architectural history in graduate school. One of the classes that made a huge impact on me was a 500 level Urban Design seminar. And this is when I hit y’all with some next level seven four degrees of separation. The gentleman who taught the Urban Design seminar, Karl DuPuy, was a protege of Edmund Norwood Bacon. Edmund Norwood Bacon is a native son of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, which is also my current city. More notably, Edmund Bacon, whom his theories I studied and wrote extensively about in blue book exams, is Kevin Bacon’s father.
Let’s review that:
you • me • Karl DuPuy • Edmund Bacon • Kevin Bacon
Congrats! You are four degrees from Kevin Bacon.
Back to urban design. I love walking through cities. You experience architecture differently than driving or biking through them (though I highly recommend the former). Add to that, that you experience architecture differently walking on either sides of the street and walking either way. While I could regurgitate that after the Urban Design seminar, I only understood it after I started long distance running while I was living in Washington D.C.
This is one of my favorite corners in Philadelphia and not only because there is a Starbucks location. I don’t love walking this neighborhood but I stand by this corner being boss.
I was so excited to join Long Tall Sally at the Philadelphia pop up shop this past Saturday. Initially overwhelmed by the selection of product at the shop, I spent the first 45 minutes of my time there publishing Instagram stories of the standout items, and guys, every piece was better than the last.
his + hers
He shadows me.
I had a great time interacting with so many other women who were members of #teamtall! I mean not only those who were shopping the pop up, but the Long Tall Sally team too. I will say that I was initially surprised that not everyone on the Long Tall Sally staff was physically part of the six foot club, but their entire team was most definitely part of it in spirit. The energy at the pop up shop was so remarkable; even my husband could not keep from tapping his toes to Olivia Newton John’s Physical.
I paired the leather coat with a Stepford Wife-esque shaped dress. I love that it makes the dress a touch edgier. A note about the cut on the coat: perfection. Long in the torso, long in the sleeves. The armpits do not fall towards the ribcage in the way that standard sizes do. As I mentioned to Courtney, one of the Long Tall Sally team members, I cannot wait to wear the coat over a gown to the ballet this winter!
The husband and I took a second to take a walk in the park across from the pop up shop location, just before joining the pop up. While many people walking around outside were bundled up, the sun was shining bright and warming the park. This might have been the last day this year for me to go bare-legged though. I nearly turned into an icicle during the ten foot walk from the restaurant door to the Lyft later that night.
Philadelphia was hit with snow last Thursday. Although it was only a minor storm, the snowfall was enough to shut down offices across the region. Cut to two days later on Saturday, when the temperatures returned to the 50s and all reminders of the snowstorm had disappeared.
Can we keep this 50 degree weather?
This bag is the GOAT.
Love a Repp stripe detail!
When you don’t love your watch with your outfit, wear his.
<—- Jerry's Bar
tree pose (save for not having my foot at my knee)
I am a sucker for a blue striped button down.
I have discussed my love for tall-sizedouterwearinthepast. While J.Crew offers their styles in Nelo Gori, I have found that Gap and Banana Republic offer even their winter styles in lighter fabrics. While it would not have been an appropriate layer for last Thursday, this fabric happened to be perfect for Saturday when I needed a coat for a mild winter day. I find that the outerwear styles, from all of the brands, fit true to size.
There was a certain time during high school when mainstream retailers were releasing rhinestone embellished jeans, leather separates, and metallic pieces. I credit the theatrical release and success of The Matrix. Unfortunately I rarely got to wear any of these items since they never came in tall sizes. Given how I missed out, you can understand how I immediately had to buy a pair of embellished jeans when I found a pair in tall! While the waist fits true to size, the legs are especially skinny but have enough stretch to accommodate the cut.
Here is hoping that we get another snow day…or we get spring temperatures sooner than later!
I moved to Philadelphia seven months ago. Prior to moving to Philadelphia, I lived in Washington DC for eight years. Before that, I lived in Mississippi for twelve years. As the years prior were spent up and down the Atlantic seaboard – both the North American and European sides, mind you – I became acclimated to rather temperate winters.
I spent the winter of 1992 wearing a boots and a snowsuit. Fifteen years later, I spent the winter of 2007 wearing Rainbow flip flops and had no need for a winter jacket. Having experienced both extremes, I can confidently say that I favor dressing for four seasons. Driving is a different story with my two-wheel drive SUV, but luckily I snagged myself a fiance who grew up in Russia and Alaska!
I was so excited to wake up to snow this past Saturday. As I walked to my morning barre class (just getting a jump on New Year’s resolutions over here), I realized that it was raining and that the snow I was so excited about was actually super icey.
We had plans post-barre class to walk to Center City and run a few errands. Thank Sweet Baby Jesus that we both were in possession of a pair of L.L.Bean boots. Back in 1992 while I was toddling around in boots and a snowsuit, my mom was working for L.L.Bean headquarters. When I moved to Washington DC, she was sure to equip me with a pair of boots that I would be able to wear in the most extreme of conditions. After seeing my shear-lined pair, the fiance requested the most tricked out pair, complete with the Goretex and Thinsulate lining, as his 2015 Valentine’s Day gift, which due to the notorious backlog that year were not delivered until April.
The fiance and I took a detour through Washington Square. Having earned my first Master’s degree in Historic Preservation, I love any and all structures and landscapes with a story. It was picturesque and surprisingly deserted. Throwing out regard to the fact that my outfit consisted of a sweatshirt and leggings (and the ever-present pearls), we decided to capture the moment with a few photos. As the first icey and snowy day in Philadelphia with the sweet fiance, I knew it was one I would want to remember always.
I have the best childhood memories of picking out Christmas trees with the family. We would drive out to a Christmas tree farm, look and look until we found the perfect tree, and enjoy a hot chocolate and candy cane. This Christmas being the first my fiance and I have been living together, I insisted that we drive about an hour out of the city to Tuckamony farm. (The staff there was so sweet. I highly recommend it if you are in the Philadelphia area.) We combed three tree fields until we found the perfect one. Luckily the back seats of my SUV were disassembled and the tree fit. Thank sweet baby Jesus, because neither of us wanted to drive back down 95 with a Christmas tree riding piggy back!
My outfit was perfect for the 50 degree weather.
When I saw the plaid shirt came in tall, I immediately jumped at it, especially since I ordered it on a Black Friday promotion. (I loved the plaid so much, I may have [definitely did] ordered the matching pajama pants for myself [and my sister, who is even taller than me], complete with monogram [hers too], since they came in tall.)
I have been looking for tall length sweaters a lot lately. I ordered the fiance a tall medium in a men’s lambswool crewneck style about two months ago. Yesterday was the day I realized that I wanted to borrow it. I love that it fits roomy enough to wear over a button up while fitting streamlined enough to wear beneath a vest. I love the long length of the sleeves and the body. I love that it smells like the fiance the most.
I cannot sing the praises of Lululemon leggings enough. Unfortunately they weren’t the best pant to wear while walking through a Christmas tree farm. Holly leaves and prickly pieces got me as we were traversing the three fields.
I bought a pair of Loeffler Randall Marits about a year and a half ago. (Note: Go up a size in all Loeffler Randall styles.) I wore them so much that I wore a hole in the right sole. Rather than purchase a new pair of $600 boots, I opted to bring them to a cobbler and pay $75 for new leather soles. Yesterday was my second day wearing them since they came back from the cobbler, and I can confirm that it was an excellent decision. This does not stop me from putting a brown pair of Loeffler Randall boots on my Christmas list.