There is nothing quite as captivating as a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve-or, in this case, her nails. Meet Stephanie, who last week visited Sakura Nail and Spa on 2nd Avenue (her usual spot) for an updated look. ”I did it to impress you,” she told me; but seeing as I’m apparently subscribed to email updates from Domino’s Pizza (???), Steph’s kickass polish more than surpassed her goal. Besides the Commes Des Garçons accent on either ring finger, she chose a rosy-nude gel for a subtle, chic look. Steph’s choice of quiet color and bold graphic is a lesson to us all: this spring, get lacquer’d.
Nails by Sakura Nail. Stephanie Shafir photographed in Greenwich Village on Monday, February 25th, 2013
• 25 February 2013
let’s talk about: sympathetic magic (a beauty story)
Tens of thousands of years ago, prehistoric peoples of western Europe created the earliest (known) form of “art” by painting scenes on cave walls in firelight. These murals usually took on some sort of narrative, typically depicting hunting scenes or animals moving in packs. While the origins of the cave drawings are disputed by art historians today, a viable theory involves the practice of “sympathetic magic,” or the voodoo-esque ritual of performing daily actions on the images of these animals (throwing rocks/spears, etc.) to make for good hunting.
Sympathetic magic is still a process that occurs today. In fact, it is practiced every other day in my bathroom. Explanation below.
• 4 February 2013
In my opinion, the definition of a culturally evocative fashion image. Plus, the Dries shoes.
From The Journal, FW 2012-2013
Photographed by Max Farago
Editor: Mel Ottenberg
• 28 January 2013
the varsity blues
A wise man once remarked to me that happiness is not a destination, but a journey. This insight seemed, at first, arbitrary; don’t we all want things? Aren’t we happy when we achieve them? Isn’t there an end-game moment in that promotion or proposal or pair of Dsquared2 brogues? Does there come a time when we are pleased with ourselves, or are we to spend our entire lives trying to become the people that we are supposed to be? AND FURTHERMORE, combining complex philosophy and clothing (get on my level), is good style a journey? Or is “stylish” a title, an adjective given at end-game?
Let’s bring it back. If style is a journey, then mine began my very first day of high school.
• 28 January 2013
Layering is perhaps the greatest weapon in the sartorial arsenal and, when used for good, it works well as a practical way of dressing—for example, when your hometown of Cleveland goes from a chilling low 30 degrees to a crisp mid 50s. Enter Jeanine, a day at the beach, and a ladylike ensemble coated in lukewarm menswear.
(And it’s festive! What better way to celebrate Pitti Uomo than by dressing a woman in men’s clothes?)
"Wear black pants and your white lace shirt." I commanded my olive-skinned comrade under the pretext of coffee and a nice walk in the park. She wore her black vans sneakers and her signature gold allah necklace. Throwing a heap of my own clothes at her worried me, at first, because I didn’t want to cover up her very natural and easy feminine look. But I suppose thats the beauty of layering. "Ah, but underneath.” It’s poetic. And it looks really good on her.
I’m always into tying my shirts around my waist, too—for the extra layer, for the emergency extra shirt, and for the halfway-kilt look you can achieve without actually committing to wearing a men’s skirt.
She looks good, and she’s warm. But she looks good. That’s what matters, right?
Jacket by Abercrombie Kids. Shirt, top, and pants by Urban Outfitters. Shoes by Vans.
• 12 January 2013