For the Style Hungry
One of my favorite things about New York is the fashion. It's not hard to find, in fact I am most inspired by people I see on the street. I love how even a simple top, lets say from the GAP can look completely different from one person to the next just by what it is paired with. This to me is what fashion & style is, personal expression.
Lucky for me, there are now many other ways for me to be inspired besides walking through the East Village. My friend Nick introduced me to facehunter. It's a lot like the Sartoralist, but a bit more eccentric, Europeans tend to take fashion a bit further than we have the courage to. But it is very inspiring and very addicting. And there are many many other links that will take you through the styles of almost anywhere in the world. I could easily waste a lot of time browsing and browsing, but I am up to my ears in boxes, and still have lots to do. So for now, until I have something interesting to report or say, enjoy some of my favorite looks from facehunter.
Reader Comments (4)
Sorry... didn't mean to distract you from your packing duties. But good ideas for what you can wear in Paris!
fun stuff, i could see you in each of those outfits.
are you going to paris?
god luck with the packing.
i can see you like the tights with open toed shoes. on the L train this morning, there were lots of brightly colored tights and leg warmers on pin thin 22 year olds with big handbags and haircuts that matter. i was reminded for a moment of how it felt to be fresh to the city, going to work with people who were hip and smart, for whom life was a fashion show. i have never been a dedicated follower of fashion, but it's one of the awesome things about new york: you can't not notice.
SO sorry, this is probably weird having someone you don't know comment on your blog, but I have to share... Have you heard of http://hel-looks.com?? You might like it, there are a ton of pictures of real people wearing their "everyday" clothes, but their wardrobes are extraordinary. I like it a lot; especially when I was living in Provo and didn't see much personal style roaming around.