The Disco Pony Pistol

Life throws a lot of sh*t at you, good and bad. SPTT has been on a weird hiatus for the past two months due to life-things like school, a new-old job, and a really bad case of writer’s block.

Last summer I was fortunate enough to meet Natalie of Natalie Off Duty as she was hosting an event at Bloomingdales at 59th & Lexington. While at the event, Natalie broke away from our conversation for a moment to greet Zoey–the British designer and one-woman show behind Disco Pony Apparel.

Little did we know, Zoey and I would very quickly develop a wonderful personal connection, transcending time and space while I ran off to gallivant around the world. Due to having the bound-to-be-beautiful-baby-Bennie in the oven, Zoey had to put Disco Pony to rest for the time being.

But Zoey has asked me–me of all people–to help her resurrect Disco Pony from its treasure chest. Obviously, I’m going to pull the trigger on this one. So check out the new DiscoPonyApparel.com and stay updated on my favorite baby mama’s journey. I can’t wait to get Disco Pony back up and running since there just has not been enough disco in the world these past couple of months. I hope you all share in my excitement cuz the relaunch is absolutely going to be amazing, if I have any say in it.

Wish Disco Pony luck! :)

The Natalie Bronze Age Sequin Drape Back Jumper

www: A Love Story

Wendy and myself making Danish gal pals.

My friends have told me that I’m the most tech-savvy of the bunch. It seems natural for me to tweet, Tumble, Facebook, blog, and spend hours on the computer — but a number of my friends rarely check their Facebook regularly, let alone have the Twitter app on their iPhone.

The technological advances that have been made during my own lifetime already surprise me. When I was a kid, my family had one computer — it was black and heavy and it overheated easily. Remember the days when everyone had AOL? Remember listening to the “dial-up” tune? As I type on my MacBook now, hooked up to my apartment’s wifi, I think about how different my experience would have been if my generation didn’t have the internet.

My relationship with the World Wide Web started relatively young. I’m not afraid to admit that I was one of those kids hanging out on AOL chat rooms just following random people’s conversations — I guess I’ve always been a people-watcher. I think I found the whole thing curious because a part of me realized: Wow, there’s a whole world out there, with all these people I don’t know and may never meet.

I started blogging when Xanga got popular while in Middle School, but it wasn’t until High School that fashion blogging came onto my radar. I think Rumi Neely was the first fashion blogger I started following regularly, but it was the people-next-door bloggers that really piqued my interest.

Enter Wendy of Hand It Over. I started following her blog in the Summer of 2007. Somewhere along the line, after commenting back and forth, the two of us actually became friends. When I made a trip to San Francisco, I met her in real life. We saw each other face-to-face for only the third and fourth times in the past 2 months. But despite our relationship being founded on a web-connection, I have truly considered Wendy to be a real friend of mine for the past six years.

Then there’s Matt of Speaking Of Style, a more recent connection I’ve made via the WWW. When Matt and friends were visiting from Toronto over the summer, it didn’t feel odd for me to meet up and walk around the city with them. We shared experiences together and had a good time, and after the whole thing I walked away feeling like I had made three new pals.

And then there was that time I accidentally ran into Tessa of Couture Lust while cruising a Helmut Lang/Theory sample sale, not very long after creep-tweeting her about how we share the same last name. It was very awkward at first but Tessa made the leap and invited me to a TBC meeting. Months later, we sought each other out for dinner once I got back from Copenhagen.

My love affair with the internet has been one filled more with positive interactions than negative ones. I appreciate how it has the ability to connect individuals beyond their normal radius of exposure and how easily it is to sustain those connections with the use of all the shiny applications we have on our phones and computers. I know that my life is that much richer as a result of the friendships I’ve cultivated through the WWW. So go PTT on tweeting at that blogger you admire — they might be that friend you grow old with!

Lucky B*tch: A Ramble

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Vintage blazer & flannel, H&M beanie, Cheap Monday Tight Jeans, Doc Martens

I’d like you to take a moment to throw all your #firstworldproblems out the window and really think about how lucky you are.

I realize that this may seem paradoxical (even hypocritical) given the fact that I have prefaced these statements with some very narcissistic photos of myself taken by a friend while we were making our way through Prague on a sunny day. But that’s kind of the point. I have a necklace from IGWT that is etched with two very fitting words: “Lucky b*tch”. I am, indeed, a lucky-ass b*tch. You probably are, too.

Lately, I’ve felt very tired of the fake-glamour that is inevitably tired to the fashion industry. It’s interesting how something that should be more about art and utility has turned into something ugly and capitalistic. It bothers me that most of the people who are the champions of the industry are more glorified and better-paid (economically and socially) for their frivolous lifestyles than pre-school teachers who are molding the future generations are.

Why does it seem like society thinks its priorities are all straight, when they’re clearly not?

Pre-Fall 2013: Hell Yes

As usual, I’m late to the game. And as usual, I don’t give any sh*ts.

I’ve had to do some research on Pre-Fall 2013 while working on a piece for CocoKouture, and good grief there’s some amazing stuff that I can’t believe I missed. Who am I kidding? I always miss this stuff.

So I’m going to step out of the box and do something I thought I’d never do again on a personal blog: I’m going to rave about a few collections. Because these are seriously just too good not to share.

Moschino Cheap & Chic:
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Can we talk about this? Can we freaking talk about this?! I haven’t paid much attention to C&C in the past, but wow. This is literally right up my alley. Everything from the obnoxious pink fur vest/stole to the red brogues… and obviously the leopard print. Obviously.

Phillip Lim:

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If Cheap & Chic is my starry-eyed-reach for Pre-Fall, Phillip Lim is my perfectly-happy-standard. All of these pieces? Completely wearable. We’ve got all of the silhouettes that I already own and love and then love some more. And even more leopard print. What more could I ask for? Well, maybe that funnel scarf.

Yigal Azrouel:

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If I had my way, you can bet I’d be dressing a la Azrouel for my 9-6 at Bendel. Amazing shapes, a minimalist touch, dark colors? Just another sartorial day in the office… (in my dreams).

All images via style.com.

Adapting: The Challenge

while ago, I wrote about how our environment and peers influence us heavily.

Well, as you may know, I made a pretty big move from Copenhagen back to NYC. And while I’m familiar with the pace and style of NYC, I have made another big change that has thrown me for a loop: I’ve moved from the field of Store Operations to the world of PR.

Same company, different department. Different bosses, different tasks. But beyond all that, PR leads a completely different “lifestyle”.

See, when it comes to Store Ops, you primarily work  internally — that is, while you manage individuals in the store, it isn’t very often that you are in-store working face-to-face with your employees or the public. So, it’s kind of OK if you’re wearing jeans and Converse on a Casual Friday. (Of course, the appropriate dress code varies company to company.)

In fashion PR (granted I’ve only been a “PR girl” for a grand total of 11 work days…) you’re constantly — and I do mean constantly — working with people outside of the business in addition to being in-store (e.g. pulling samples for stylists, showing event spaces, etc.). People in PR are kind of the face of the brand, which means we gotta dress like it too.

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Which brings me to the following: Have you met me? And by met, I mean: Have you seen how I like to dress myself? And, if the title of this site alone is any indication: Does it seem like I like to be anyone else but me?

I’m a big advocate of being true to yourself (in case you didn’t answer that rhetorical question correctly) and, truth be told, I’m simply not what I would call a “Corporate Barbie”. I don’t wear pencil skirts or sheath dresses. I hate wearing stilettos — hell, I don’t even like wearing 2 inch pumps. I don’t identify with the Celine Luggage Tote or the the Reed Krakoff Boxer Bag.

Not that I’m saying people in PR all conform to a standard way of dress the way Corporate Suits do, (because come on, it’s still fashion) but there is definitely an expectation that needs to be met when you’re meeting these editors, stylists, or what have you. All I’m saying is: When it comes down to it, said expectations-of-dress are a little bit of a reach for me.

Because I like to dress like I don’t give a damn (because generally I don’t).

Regardless of my personal preferences, however, this is work we’re talking about. And that means it’s their way or the highway.

But that doesn’t mean I have to throw all my shit out the window; I just have to find my niche within the boundaries. Instead of reaching for the oversized flannel with studded shoulders that dwarfs me (in the best way, of course), I’ll just have to settle for the work-appropriate fitted jacket that still speaks to my aesthetic.

So, I’m going to take this whole thing as style challenge for myself: I’m going to pull the trigger on becoming my own breed of “Corporate Barbie.”

Advanced Models: Crossing The Line?

I’ve been meaning to write this post for the past 2 months, so I realize that you may have already gone over these articles, but I’m gonna throw my two cents out there anyway — sorry, suckers.

In November, there was a flurry on news sites about the grandpa who models for his granddaughter’s web shop in China. There was commentary ranging from “Does anyone else find this creepy?” to “Just when I thought I’ve seen and heard it all, something like this comes along” to “You go gramps!”

I was pleasantly surprised to see that the majority of comments were generally supportive of grandpa’s modeling career, but I couldn’t help but wonder: to what extent is the encouragement primarily a result of the almost comical edge that the “modeling photos” have?

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I mean, these wigs!

CBC notes that Liu Xianping (grandpa) “has got the “it-model” look down pat; lean physique, chic gamine haircut, a sassy stance and coltish legs displayed in a pair of thigh-high stockings.” Yes, it’s true: Liu does have some of the pre-reqs for being a successful model.

But when you look at these pictures, you don’t necessary see Liu as a model; you see him as an audacious grandpa who tossed social norms aside, and rocked it. At the same time, however, Liu’s story has more entertainment value than it does any indication of serious social change. Thing is, Liu is not  an “exception to the rule” — he’s just an awesome outlier, a one-off. People ate his story up because it was cool, fun, and unexpected.

If grandpas or grandmas started seriously modeling for webshops around the world tomorrow, you can be sure there would be an influx of non-supportive commentary — perhaps even of disgust.

In July, American Apparel launched a campaign using an “Advanced model” named Jacky. Jacky is not a professional model — AA reps approached her on the street. When the campaign went live, again commentary ranged from “She’s beautiful” to “Ew, this is gross” — but from what I gathered personally, most people were not gung-ho about seeing Jacky’s legs spread wide.

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But why the hell not? Why did Jacky get more negative criticism than Liu? Is it a double standard? Probably — there is much more pressure on females to conform to society’s ideals of beauty. And our society idolizes youth. What happens to supermodels after they hit 40, anyway?

Is it that Jacky’s campaign is more “provocative” than Liu’s? But what’s wrong with American Apparel doing what they do best (sexualizing individuals)?

Our society likes to conveniently forget that adults — especially older adults — are sexual beings. We celebrate the sexual freedoms that the women on Sex and the City enjoy, but we never want to think about our grandparents getting it on in nursing homes.

But this brings me back to the public’s responses to Liu and Jacky’s campaigns. Liu’s campaign is not sexual in any sense: it just looks like a silly grandpa having some fun. The result? General amusement. In contrast, Jacky’s photos seem to cross the line on society’s ideas of appropriateness, which led to social policing.

Society’s glorification of youth is understandable. After all, youth is the time for growth and when our bodies are full of promise and vitality. But I think our notions of beauty are too constrictive — we shouldn’t be condemning the older generation for continuing to feel secure of themselves and of their bodies. We should be proud of them, and we should aspire to be as comfortable and feel as attractive as they do when we reach their age.

Because you know what? Jacky’s fucking gorgeous and I’m glad she knows it.

Meg: Tillykke Med Fødselsdagen!

I’m going to be an obnoxious brat (read: a sap) and dedicate this post to my dear friend, Meg, because it’s her birthday.

46378_4115773817834_1603778326_nThis is Meg. She is an anti-caplitalist, anarcho-feminist who smokes like a fucking chimney, walks with a swagger, and tells the best stories I’ve ever heard. We lived in the same housing while in Copenhagen.

Meg changed my life.

The first person to really challenge me to look inward and reevaluate my values and perspectives, Meg helped me reshape my outlook on the world. The funny thing is, Meg is the kind of person I never expected I would be friends with — because people like Meg have always intimidated the hell out of me.

And by “people like Meg” I mean individuals who are well-read, are aware of global issues, and have strong opinions about everything. Meg is that girl at the party, Carlsberg in one hand, cig in the other, having a full-fledged (and usually, heated) discussion about politics while everyone else around her absentmindedly rambles on about how awful the weather is. Or, if they’re like me, they decide it’s safest to run to the other room where people are dancing — because it’s easy.

But that’s the thing: taking the easy way out is a surefire way to not get anywhere at all, and that’s what Meg taught me.

Everyone needs a Meg in their life — a friend that really makes you think, that puts you in your thrill zone, that catalyzes personal growth.

So thank you, Meg, for being my Meg. Now, go get drunk.

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I’m Alive

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Photo by Wendy

Contrary to what may or may not be popular belief, I did not pull the trigger on this little blog of mine — I’ve just been busy living my life and growing as a person in the meantime. The past month+ has been a whirlwind and I’m still processing my experiences abroad while trying to look and move forward.

But don’t worry (as if anyone is worried): SPTT will not be silent for much longer.

Material Girl: A Rant On The Fashion Weak

My stylish brothers and sisters: Have you seriously sat down and considered how thoughtless we are? Because, really, what the hell are we doing? Why do we spent an obscene amount of time in front of the mirror getting dressed? Unnecessarily spending money on unnecessary products?

Why? Mostly because we live in a neoliberal society that feeds off of capitalism. Because, socially, we’ve been taught that we have to look and act a certain way — that is, we have to collect badges of conformity by way of brand-name or on-trend clothing — not only just in order to fit in, but also to be approved by society.

And we, my fashion-oriented brothers and sisters, are stupid for blindly accepting — and even relishing — this practice. Think about it. Think about all the fashion blogs in the blogosphere.Think about how every product is listed out for readers to see. Think about top-tier bloggers: how often do you see any one piece rotated regularly? Probably rarely. And if a product does get a lot of air-time, how often is it something high-end? And for how long does it make cameos for? Longer than a season? Probably not.

Why not? Because we, both the bloggers and the readers, would get bored. Bored of seeing the same thing over and over and over again. And so we toss last season’s Nicholas Kirkwood’s (well, actually, we tuck them tenderly, because we value them) into the back of our Sex-and-the-City-approved walk-in shoe closets. And why do we get bored? Because we have been taught that what we have is never enough.

Now listen: the use of fashion in pursuit of self-exploration and self-definition is not the issue. What I am condemning, rather, is the blind frivolousness of our shop-happy lifestyles. Why the hell do I “need” over 7 denim button downs? I don’t. Why do we “need” to buy the latest it-bag? We don’t. It’s a matter of gluttony — and the seeds of gluttony are planted by our society.

Our society perpetuates that, in order to display your value, you “must” own the Omega watch, the Helmut Lang dress, the Rick Owen’s asymmetrical leather jacket (and I bet you know exactly which one I’m talking about, too — what does that say?), the Alexander Wang Rocco bag. But it isn’t just because it boosts your social status — it’s because this mentality drives the market. The whole purpose of visual merchandising, of marketing, of advertising, is to get you to want something you don’t need so a company can profit. You trade your soul for 15 seconds of satisfaction… and then society dangles another carrot/statement necklace in front of your face for you to chase after. Capitalism wants to keep us hungry, so society has adopted and encouraged this constantly-collecting mentality.

And what do we really get out of it once the smoke and silk screens pass? Not much… In fact, I think we get the short end of the stick (remember my post on buying happiness?) because, well, we will never be truly satisfied. We gotta get our priorities straight. As my previous manager used to say, “At the end of the day, we’re just selling handbags.” Likewise, put it all into perspective: why did you stand in line for 3 hours waiting for the H&M x Margiela collab? They are just clothes. Don’t fall blindly into the trap capitalist society has set for you: Be more aware. Be smarter.

A Reflection on Sex(iness)

Whenever someone asks me to describe my style, I usually make something up on the spot. I honestly don’t know how to label myself because I don’t think about what I put on until it’s already on—I just do what feels right. If there is one thing I can say for sure, though, it is this: I would never describe my style (or myself) as “sexy.”

It isn’t like I throw on a burlap sack everyday. And I do wear things that might be categorized as sexy (e.g. body-con skirts and dresses, side-boob-friendly tank tops), but I never look in the mirror and say to myself, “Girl, you sexy.” But why not?

How does one even define sexiness? Do we ever think of someone as sexy 24/7? How do we differentiate between sexiness and other characteristics of attractiveness (i.e. prettiness, beauty, etc.). Is it an attitude? A way of dress? A figment of our imaginations? All? None?

The result that gets spit out when you Google “define sexy” isn’t helpful at all:
Adjective
1. Sexually attractive or exciting
2. Sexually aroused
(Really, Google? You’re never supposed to define a word using the word itself!)

Girls talk about how they “feel sexy” when they have lacy lingerie on, or when they’re wearing an ensemble that highlights all of their assets. Sexiness appears to be externally oriented. That is, people seem to aspire to be sexy with the primary purpose of enticing others into their beds.

Wait—but what about those girls who aren’t wearing anything overtly seductive and aren’t totally made up, but are so alluring and sexy? (Or is alluring not the same thing as sexy?) Those girls with that famous je ne sais quoi (or is that something else as well?) who walk into a room and just elicit a collective head turn. Does this indicate that sexiness is a confidence or attitude?

And does that, in turn, mean that sexiness is an attitude that individuals adopt with the purpose of enticing others into their beds? Or for the purpose of knowing that they can entice others into their beds?

Does anyone else think about this nonsense?