Maiden Lane

I look melancholy on Maiden Lane, but looks can be deceiving. I'm actually quite spritely because 1) It's almost time to "fall back" and who doesn't love an extra hour of sleep? 2) The weather has changed and I get to layer all of my favorite Zara pieces with reckless abandon (sweater, parka, purse and coated skinnies all courtesy of Zara) and 3) A pair of brown "leather" boots I scored at Forever 21 last fall have morphed into a miraculously timeless wardrobe staple! I was feeling extra giddy in these pics because I had just spent a solid hour gossiping with my mane man Todd Jeffrey (who tames my big haute hair) at Vidal Sassoon while he worked his magic on the boy's curly tendrils. He's really helped Ry accept his natural texture, and me improve my Real Housewives of Miami impressions-"Nobody beats me to the tweet!" 

1 Leotard 5 Ways Part Deux: Smells Like Teen Spirit

photos courtesy of Ryan Beren

My second installment of "1 Leotard 5 Ways" is an ode to my favorite fashion genre: nineties grunge. Ripped denim, Kurt Cobain, 90210 and a general sense of angst define the nineties and were my inspiration for part deux of my foray into the expansive world of the adult onesie.  I've paired my karma chameleon-like American Apparel bodysuit with the archetypical grunge girl garb; shredded cut-offs, ripped black stockings and chunky-heeled boots in an attempt to walk a mile in Kelly Taylor’s shoes.  

 Striped bodysuit, tights, watch: American Apparel

Cutoffs: Levi's

Boots: Vince Camuto

Hat: Forever 21

Sunglasses: Ray Ban

The smell of teen spirit was thick in the air and it seemed to have a sedative effect on my mood because all I wanted to do was lay in the hammock and dream of taking a ride in Dylan McKay’s Porsche Speedster.

Beat it. I'm saving myself for Luke Perry.

This outfit is a great transition from summer to fall because it keeps my favorite Levi's cutoffs relevant for the upcoming season. I was so comfortable I never wanted to change again, until I had a minor panic attack at the realization of how many layers existed between me and the inevitable call of nature; but if you keep the beverage guzzling to a minimum this outfit is a real winner! I topped it all off with a bowler hat and somehow ended up resembling Heisenberg from Breaking Bad, probably the closest I will ever get to heroin chic.

Big Haute Boyfriend Jeans

The funny thing about boyfriend jeans is that boyfriends, in general, do not like them. They are big, baggy and although they may be haute they aren't hot in the traditional sense. 

Boyfriend Jeans: Zara

Leather Jacket: Vintage

Tank Top: Brandy Melville

Clutch: Louis Vuitton

Shoes: Forever 21

The second I put my new Zara selvage denim boyfriend jeans on my actual boyfriend grumbled, "Awwww, where'd your butt go?".  These jeans are a woman's fantasy, they make butts disappear, and for that exact reason they are every man's nightmare. I absolutely love mine and am literally obsessed with riding 'em high and cinching them with a belt. I wore them out on Saturday for date night with my boo and although he wanted to send a search party out for my ass, he eventually warmed up to them and loved the fact that, thanks to my androgynous denim, my derriere was now a highly concealed secret only he knew the contours of. I paired my new loves with a black tank, my black leather jacket, and a chunky pair of 70's style wedges.

We chose Luella for dinner where we had amazing wine, deep conversations about Tom Hanks and after a few drinks I actually convinced Ryan that Wilson the volleyball had won best supporting actor for Castaway. I wanted to be a complete wino and subsist on my Cabernet Sauvignon for dinner, but man cannot live on wine alone and I  ended up pigging out on everything because their food is so bomb. My boyfriend jeans allowed me to indulge in some tasty eats (ricotta filled donuts with lavender honey!) without instantly popping the button off my pants and feeling stylish all the while, win-win.