30 July 2008

WHAT Are You Wearing?


So I promised you yesterday that I'd bring more fashion to your attention, so I begin with this:

I want to eat this boy alive. See that dark alley behind him? I’m waiting there, in the shadows, teeth bared, like a vampire. Those shoes! Just after this photo was taken, I jumped his beautiful bones and left him dizzy and clutching his neck in the shadows of the grand archway to a Florentine courtyard.


This vision of masculine beauty is brought to you by The Sartorialist, the number 9, and the letter F.



Seriously. I want to devour him, like I just devoured the best dinner in MONTHS at Gordon Ramsay at the London. Weezer Monkey needs to go there and take lots of pretty pictures. It's not for me to blog on, but it was for me to devour with lots of good wine...

But I digress from digesting hot boys in purple moccasins. As the gorgeous boy above demonstrates so nicely, fashion is at best a conversation, and at worst it's a discourse with an ex-boyfriend who's hell-bent on taking everything you say out of context.

This hit home for me this morning, as I sat in a quiet examination room at my doctor's office on a thin piece of waxed paper. I woke up this morning with the desire to be adventurous in today's fashion choices. Diabolina is a muse of mine, and she has the advantage of being a woman, which in addition to the miracle of childbirth means greater latitude in her daily fashion choices. For men, it's a little different. So I woke up--knowing my boss would be out of the office today--and decided to have a little sartorial adventure.

My adventures are not solely sartorial. I am going to Peru in a month, and therefore needed a bevy of exotic shots and medications; Typhoid, Tetanus, Polio, Malaria, and Yellow Fever are all just a handful of the hazards of whitewater rafting in Cusco and hiking to Macchu Pichu. I can't wait. It is, without a doubt, the greatest adventure I've been on. I intend to find a crystal skull, and Shia, and take them both home with me. I'll give Indy to my mother.



Proof of my adventurousness! The Sagittarian in me is so proud!


But before we get to the conversation, you must be let in on its particulars. I have been getting in touch with my shadow self lately, only my shadow self, as you can probably tell from my website, isn't dark and brooding, since that's my everyday self. No! My shadow self is happy, glorious, and radiant, and I'm trying to let HIM out more often. I did so today. Naturally, it manifested in my clothes. To wit:


A savvy reader might recognize the jacket, used by the King of Pop himself at a recent party, and reimagined here. It clearly made me happy.


A pocket square tones down the white-white-white of the jacket, and suggests a little pattern as well as coordinating with the new jeans.


Here, my Kasil jeans and white shoes give new meaning to a "white shoe firm".



The overall effect: My colleague likes to name the location I embody best each day. Rome, New York, Los Angeles, the Hamptons. Today it was Miami Beach.

So I hung my jacket on the inside door of the examination room, and when my doctor entered (he's handsome, but quite the Negative Nelly) he exclaimed, "WHAT is that!?!" There was no fun in his voice. Now, I have some history with this doctor, as I--admitedly--teased him about his shoes on our first visit. He was bragging, and I felt the need to put him in his place. I assure you, dear Reader, that I did it in good fun, and with appropriate grace. I think, however, that he's still trying to reclaim his nuts after that. Alas for him.

At any rate, fashion is a conversation, as my colleague knows ("Where are you saying you're from today, and what does it say?") and as The Sartorialist knows with his gorgeous purple-shoed vamp-snack at the top of this post. What are purple shoes if not the opportunity to discourse on cause and effect? What is a white sport coat (linen, natch) if not the chance to feel a little daring in one's office--suddenly transformed into a yacht, or a speedboat? It's the chance to share with you what I did today, and why. Perhaps to look a little foolish, but also to be glad for the chance to look foolish. The ability to be oneself is a powerful statement, and clothes are such a unique way to express our individuality. Yes, they invite comment, but in their best moments, they bring us together to discourse.

And like any conversation, we can choose to take part, or we can choose to remain silent. There is dignity in both. The only hazard is in the uneducated criticism. I chose to educate my poor doctor friend (I find my patience with MDs rather thin these days) on the power of the white sportcoat, and what it meant for me: the closing this morning of a large transaction for my employer, the effort that went into it, the drama of the closing of the deal by phone before I left my home this morning--all before 8am. If there was ever a day to wear white, it was today, I explained. My comfort and rationality confused him, and he shifted to complaining how he needed a vacation himself, and then complained about Peru. There's no accounting for people.

I can only imagine what he'd have to say about the purple shoes. I--for one--adore them, and wish I could ask the guy in the picture what it meant to him to wear them. Freedom, I hope, and a bit of joy. I have a sportcoat he could borrow...

6 comments:

WeezerMonkey said...

I feel like you and D need to take me on a whirlwind makeover shopping spree one day. I need some help dressing my 5'3", size 10 self -- not an easy shape to fit!

I want to go eat Gordon Ramsay's food! We actually were on Hell's Kitchen a few seasons back. We ate the blue team's food, but we weren't bitchy enough to get on TV.

Diabolina 3.1 said...

god your writing is stunning.

"The ability to be oneself is a powerful statement, and clothes are such a unique way to express our individuality. Yes, they invite comment, but in their best moments, they bring us together to discourse."

That is what my blog is for me. Perfectly encapsulated. Wrapped up nice and neat with a dotted purple bow!

MORE MORE MORE OF THESE POSTS PLEASE!!!!

Did it come easily? It reads like it did.

Sable Crow said...

Weezer - hie thee on over to GR at the London. It's worth a trip. My dinner companion and I also used our vampire charm to beguile a security guard into a guided tour of the pool. So beautiful!

Diabolina - your comments are wind beneath my wings. Yes, the writing comes easy. When it doesn’t, I know I’m not being truthful, and I try to seek it out... I thought of you when I wrote that line, and I thought of your blog. It warms my cold skin that you picked it out.

tam pham said...

you look DIVINE in that white blazer, my dear. my fiance and i are obsessed with Gordon Ramsay. do you ever watch the British version of "Kitchen Nightmares"? Without fail, he takes off his shirt in every single episode. delish. fyi, not sure if you've taken malaria pills before, make sure you take it with some food. i had a nasty incident when i took it on an empty stomach before i board a flight to Tokyo. was that TMI? oops.

Jean Bean said...

I'm wearing white, patent Sperry Top-Siders!

CoutureCarrie said...

Yum! Love the purple shoes and pocket square :)