Good morning, Tuesday.
I'm about to throw down for a three day photoshoot in Brooklyn and I'm scurrying around as I do, trying to dot the i's and such. But as usual, my mind is stuck on all things fashion, and particularly the fact that fashion people have a way of taking something comfortable and making it anything but.
As I was watching Jimmy Fallon the other night, Gwyneth appeared in an Elie Saab pink onesie that looked like it was eating her lady parts. Of course her body looked amazing and the color was pretty, but I couldn't get past the fact that to me, jumpsuits spectacular aspect was solely based on being comfortable, because as you know I find them tricky due to the whole scenario that involves full frontal every time you have to pee.
Regardless, I think the 2015 jumpsuit game is all about being super fitted, with of course the cruel irony being that only the super fit can wear said fit silhouette. Jumpsuits are meant to be forgiving, not suffocating and sausaging. If this new look prevails and for the lollipop head set I'm sure it will, I'll be sad. I was thinking of rocking a jumpsuit to a bar mitzvah I am going to, but in my dreams it's more of the one Cameron Diaz wore of Stella's that I adore. I need the flowy jumpsuit thing, and not the camel toe onesie- I mean look at poor Portia above. Not able to pee easily and not able to eat too easily. Meh.
Are you perplexed by the fact that yet again something comfortable and cool has turned into something Victorian and ultra bodycon? I am. I guess I'll be wearing a dress to this event, though this DVF number is a nice marriage of fitted and flowy. Perhaps I'll go to there.
Cause that's what's up this loosened up Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in all one piece. XO