What would you think if a coworker or employee showed up to work in loose ripped jeans, scuzzy sneakers, the same shirt she wore yesterday, frizzy hair, dirty unpolished nails, and a band-aid hanging off her arm from a recent tetanus shot? Would you judge me? Should I buy new clothes? Probably?
When I moved from New York City to San Francisco, one of my initial reactions was "Damn, everyone here dresses a fright." I eventually acclimated, but it took a minute to get used to everybody doing everything in yoga pants. And then, suddenly, I was wearing yoga pants too.
It's summer, which means packing! Also, it is a day that ends in y, which means talking about how dudes and ladies do something differently. Today, we discuss whether "men pack for Mars, women for Venus."
Become a side-boob spectacle with this "naughty toy soldier" outfit, or don the "Santa's Belle": an open-cup bra top with S&M accents and matching open-crotch thong. If those don't work, you've got several other options. Season of giving!
Not only does the blog Third and Delaware immortalize all the awesome outfits from Roseanne, but it also provides a plethora of perfect "bitch, please" faces. Talk about killing two bird (sweaters) with one stone. [Third & Delaware, via NYMag]
I am not usually given to last-minute outfit neuroses. But then, I am not normally given to meeting future in-laws either. Tomorrow we're having brunch, then walking across Central Park, then going to the Metropolitan Museum, then hopefully dispersing for a nap or something, then meeting up with my folks for dinner at…
