I have recently come to the end of an epically long stretch of consecutive weekends devoted to weddings, barbecues, birthday parties and other events of organized merriment. I suppose you could say that in the fun department, I was maxed out. (Side note: “Maxed out” is a phrase that I heard repeated rather loudly and frequently by a young, presumably hip couple next to my table at dinner last Friday. Let me know if this is actually a thing, I just parrot whatever the kids are saying these days.)
Now don’t get me wrong I love me some activities, but I was looking forward to a day without any premeditated plans. I decided the best course of action was to meander aimlessly and see where the day would take me. After an obligatory walk through the park, I ended up at Madison Square Eats. If you haven’t been, it’s essentially a pop-up-stuff-your-face-hole-fest, which is sort of like the more sophisticated distant cousin of Eating Around the World at Epcot. With the Flatiron building in the backdrop, I ate my weight in bulgogi tacos at Seoul Lee Korean BBQ, pulled pork empanadas at La Sonrisa and banh mi at Pig and Khao. Mmmmm, nom nom.
Thankfully, my last minute decision to throw on this sleeveless coat proved to be crucial in camouflaging what I affectionately call my food baby (which only makes an appearance after large meals). This particular piece is somewhat of a different silhouette for me. You see, as I have evolved my style over the years I experimented with wearing more structured menswear-inspired garments such as this one. In my wildest dreams, I imagined that I could convey the sort of cool exhibited by one Ms. Isabella Rosellini. Perhaps it’s because I’m not Italian film royalty and the longstanding face of Lancome, but I just could not evoke the same chic androgyny. Instead I usually came out looking like the lost member of a 90s boy band.
More recently, I do think I’ve found a way to make it work for me by not going head-to-toe in more formal, masculine pieces. As you can see, I teamed up this gray coat with fresh white kicks, a comfy pair of cuffed jeans and a loose, lightweight tank for my weekend jaunt. I think it makes it a little less “why so serious?” and a little more seriously fun to layer.
Anyway, just to let you know how I ended my day, I continued along on a post-copious-consumption walk through Greenwich Village where I do what most people do…pretend that I live in one of those gorgeous historical brownstones. I’ve heard that SJP recently put hers up for sale, anyone want to go halfsies?