Archive for the ‘You Inspire Me’ Category

You Inspire Me: The Dude

January 27, 2009

The Dude’s sartorial choices are noteworthy for the exact same reason the character has become a cult icon; he just doesn’t care. From the first moment I saw him, in his tattered robe and who-knows-the-last-time-they-were-washed sweat pants, I longed to achieve the same level of insouciance. Much like Margot Tenenbaum, The Dude has a very personal, highly identifiable style. This style (or at least, vibe) has become unavoidable on the streets on NYC — many work laboriously to achieve the same devil-may-care look, but  to The Dude, it’s all natural.

I’m not typically a grunge type of girl; perhaps it’s the slouch that appeals to me here. Fashion inspiration comes from the unlikeliest places (in this case, a California burn-out) not because we desire an exact duplicate of a certain person/character’s wardrobe, but because we take a liking to their way of approaching clothing. Some days, I’d like to grab random pieces and wear them with the same abandon.

Such an icon.


You Inspire Me, Margot Tenenbaum!

November 21, 2008

The purpose of this category is to pay homage to fashion greats and great fashionistas who inspire & inform my personal style.

Margot Tenenbaum

I dare you to watch this clip and not need a huge fur coat and the perfect scowl. Margot Tenenbaum’s style is revelatory in the fact that it’s a perfect representation of personal style. No trends are dictating what she wears; instead, you get the feeling that her style has evolved from the accumulation of favorites over the years. Why worry about whether loafers fit with a polo dress and Birkin when you know that they instinctually work on you?

My very favorite thing about Margot’s look is not only that it’s hers and hers alone, but that she has made it into a strict uniform. Knowing what works on you is one thing; having the discipline to narrow the choices into 1 outfit is quite another. I secretly long to know myself so well that I have 1 look that flawlessly encapsulates everything about myself. If clothes are an outward expression of the inward self, Margot perfectly expresses her eclectic pensiveness through a mish-mash of pieces, heavily-lined eyes, and neat, baretted hair.

Such an icon.