Kat is a graphic designer and a recent transplant to New York from some unspeakably boring place in the Midwest. Holds a BFA in illustration from Syracuse University (2011). Likes cooking, long solitary walks, Tom Waits, well-dressed humans, dirty martinis, cartography, and properly-kerned typography.
It’s been oddly warm in New York this week but as I’ve mentioned before, inappropriate weather is no hindrance to true style devotees. It’s not cold enough for fur as insulation, but still plenty chilly for fur as statement piece. I went to Chelsea Market on Wednesday (and left with five different kinds of cheese thanks to the one-two punch of Lucy’s Whey and Buon Italia), noticed Rag & Bone advertising a sample sale, and figured I’d head outside to the entrance they specified just to check it out. Cheap fancy clothes are the best kind of fancy clothes, after all. (more…)
I fully support the right of people to wear whatever the hell they want, but it’s still a little depressing to see people in jeans at the opera. Are you so jaded that the grandeur of the Metropolitan Opera House doesn’t inspire a sense of gravitas in you? Is going to the opera such an ordinary activity for you that you don’t feel the need to treat it as a special occasion? Whatever, man. I envy your lifestyle. Dressing up in fancy threads is fun and so is watching highly-trained people perform for you, but part of the fun for us commoners is that we don’t get to do it every day. (more…)
This Sunday was the coldest day of the season so far, and most people were bundled up in layers of scarves and complaining to their friends about how cold it was. The sky was bright and cloudless, and the way the sun glinted off a cluster of gold caught my eye as I was waiting to cross the street in Hell’s Kitchen. I don’t know what I was expecting to see after taking a closer look, but it definitely wasn’t this delightfully witchy-looking cape. It won’t be Halloween again for another 347 days, but dramatic goth-inspired style will never truly hibernate. Layers of black wool and scarves are warm, for one thing. (more…)
The weather has chilled, and the jackets have warmed. While enjoying the newly-crisp autumn weather and wandering around the Upper West Side, I spotted this greaser throwback lurking at a crosswalk. The first thing I noticed (with jealousy) was his truly impressive pompadour, but then was drawn to the unusual pattern on his bomber jacket.
This is a parallel to my post a few weeks ago about seeing wool socks in early September. Look, I went to Catholic high school and wore a uniform with a short skirt every day for four years. I know what it’s like to wander around with bare legs in the middle of winter, and never want to do so again. This brave soul I saw striding along the High Line has a different view on things, however.
Last Wednesday almost 4,000 people dressed in their finest white clothes gathered in Columbus Circle, hopped on the subway, and flooded from Times Square to eventually pool in Bryant Park for the 2013 NYC Dîner en Blanc. This was my first year participating, and it did not disappoint in the least. My personal style philosophy these days can best be described as “funereal,” so while I’m no stranger to dressing in monochrome my all-white dinner party ensemble felt a lot like looking at myself in negative.