Say what you want about the narcissism associated with Instagram, but if you’re looking for inspiration of any kind, you can find it there. I’m feeling a bit inspired to further explore my personal style. Maybe you will too….

I don’t see enough deep Vs or swoop necks. Add this to your wardrobe!

I’m really starting to get into this whole Athleisure thing… I mean you can look good and be comfortable? Since when?


That jacket is really doing it for me. And the socks, I wouldn’t think to do this, but it looks great!

Turtlenecks aren’t just for hiding hickeys…

Nice outfit, also, let’s all move to the Castro?



Yes, you better crop that top!

Wednesday vibes @nieuwjurk #nieuwjurk 🚸

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It’s about time that we rip men’s fashion at the seams. As the idea of “dressing your gender” slowly bleeds away, people with penises, particularly in the United States, are beginning to have a fashion uprising. Fuck your rigid idea of masculinity, that suggests I have limited pool of clothing styles to pull from, when it comes to expressing myself through fashion.  The modern day hipster is the steppingstone to a new world of fashion for male bodies.

Today, I’d like to examine the Jumpsuit. To simplify things, I’m including rompers in this round up.

I personally love the idea of being stylish, and yet only wearing one article of clothing. The simplicity of the jumpsuit, especially when fitted and styled seems especially fresh, because it’s something men weren’t being offered for some time and I think in the back of the minds of men everywhere was a tinge of jealousy. We haven’t had this opportunity since we were children, for the most part. But, now we are grown and sexy and are wardrobe just expanded.

The simplicity of the jumpsuit makes it easily casual or dressed up, depending on your choice of shoes and accessories. You can wear these for almost any occasion.


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Which is your favorite?

For the majority of my existence on this planet, my perception of fashion has been pervaded with judgments of pretentiousness, sexism, classism, and often, inherent racism. Yet, now it seems the less I take judgments from the outside world, sent in my direction, personally, (judgments that, for someone like me, can seem to come from an infinite number of points in my circumference) the less I am critical of things in the outside world. I feel compelled to understand inventions I have allowed to remain, in my eyes, foreign.   Although if I see a do-rag going down the runway on a white woman again, I’m snatching wigs…

It may have taken every ounce of energy to do so, like a recently turned, blood thirsty vampire trapped alone in a room with their human best friend, overcome with the feeling that their stomach is digesting itself, deciding “no it’s fine, I can wait,” but I decided to watch The September Issue, a documentary following Anna Wintour and the Vogue crew, as they assemble the renowned September issue of Vogue magazine. Now, I’m not going to say I found Jesus during this experience, and there are some moments of this film I did not quite agree with, but in the end I was left with the idea that fashion, at its root, at its foundation, at its core is a form of expression. And like many things that are based in some form of truth, as it expands, others may ride the wave of its authenticity for personal gain, but that’s neither here nor there.

Until now, I didn’t see fashion as a means to tell a story, but it is…. or at least, it can be! Grace Coddington, through her creative direction, challenged me to think of fashion, in the same way I think of Theatre, Music, or Dance. It can encompass and yet, go beyond beauty. And as luck would have it, in the vein of synchronicity, of serendipity, I happen to be reading El Quinto Acuerdo, which for me, thoughtfully divides everything in life into two categories: fact and perception, reality and virtual reality, science and art… For instance, let’s say you ask me what happened at my audition yesterday… what happened is fact, it is reality, it is science… if you will, but my retelling of the situation, no matter how I put it, is perception, part of a virtual reality, it is art… an artful expression, which if done with some sincerity will resemble reality… or not. And that’s how I think of Fashion; an artful expression of a cunning perception.

Iris Apfel challenged me to think of fashion beyond beauty, in her documentary, Iris. It seems she merely loves to create silhouettes, to have fun, to eliminate sameness, and while watching the documentary, I was reminded of the past. When I was a child, I was tormented by my parents for being different, “Do you think you are normal? Do you think you are masculine? Why can’t you be like everyone else?” questions I was asked on a regular basis. And even as a child, I knew that my way of thinking was different than the rigid thought pattern of society. I don’t have to be feminine or masculine, I can be both!… If either of those social constructs actually exist…. It’s as though, my parents thought my domestication would not be complete, until I conformed in this final way, and I refused. And although I was unable at the time, I used my imagination, cut outs from magazines, and anything else I could get my hands on, to create an expression of who I feel I am in this world. That is art. That is the beginning of fashion. And now I am consumed. If I’m going to be in this world, I’d like my existence to be artful in every way, and so I begin…

You saw it, that MJ throwback superbowl outfit Bey wore last night. So, what do you think? Did it slay?

The statement was on point, let’s not question that. The performance was only enhanced by gravity getting checked, so there’s nothing left to ponder… other than, “tres chic or no?”

What does this outfit mean to you?

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When I think of capes, the first thing that comes to mind are The Incredibles. If you’ve watched that movie, you understand the danger in wearing a cape… if you’re a super hero, which I am, but on my off days… I think its a good look.

cape I don’t like coats, I just don’t. They’re bulky, the sleeves bother me, I just can’t. The first 3 years I lived in New Jersey, I refused to wear a coat (this is not an exaggeration. But, the cape seems like the perfect solution. It just drapes over you, very lord-like.


I also get bored to pieces when everyone looks exactly the same. I don’t want to participate in that. i need some variation. So, tell me, what do you think, tres chic or no?