I have been sweating profusely since the beginning of June. Now we can definitively say that we are in the throes of global warming. You know that New Yorkers’ calling card is their love to complain. Everyday I hear incessant complaints about the heat. And I respond, Shut the EFF up. Would you prefer the Ice Age? I embrace heat despite schvitzing profusely.
Here’s a non-sequitor-as a modern, busy woman, I must budget my time wisely, so I have devised a brilliant time-saving strategy. You heard it from me first-I don’t shower daily. I let my two girly chihuahuas lick me in the evening while streaming Netflix’s newest original series, “Stranger Things.” To canines, I am a savory treat since I am a saltaholic. Specifically, if I were to bottle all of my sweat during these summer months, I could sell it to NYC’s Sanitation Department to desalt all of 5th Avenue this winter. And by the by, this winter is supposed to be a doozy. I’ll have to listen to incessant complaints on that end, no doubt.
For sure, I have made you lose your appetite, so let’s get to brass tacks. Heat is enervating, so why do I need to spend time dressing in pretty frocks and fussing so much? I finally succumbed and joined the ranks of athleisure droids. But if I am to go full-on-schlub, then at least I need to “zhuzz” it up via accessories, accessories, accessories.
My NYFW outfit choice has been influenced by Rihanna’s latest PUMA Fenty collection and Alexander Wang’s surprise Adidas collaboration. Tough to accept that the athleisure trend is here to stay. How many years did it take for me to accept this trend? I wouldn’t dare leave the house wearing this trend and would hang my head in shame. But I see the trend evolving and morphing into possibilities which can be fashion-worthy.
Rihanna’a collection is fierce, Wang’s is normcore, while Kanye West’s loathsome brand, YEEZY, is questionable. His four hour event was staged in 90 degree heat on Roosevelt Island with models toppling over from heat exhaustion. They wore leotards, non-descript sweats and plastic boots with defective heels ‘that resemble supersize condoms’, according to fashion critic, Cathy Horyn.
The weather hasn’t stopped me from whiling away the hours online scrutinizing Spring 2017 designs at New York Fashion Week. Yes, SPRING. Let’s pretend winter will last only two days. So getting a glimpse of Spring 2017 has me daydreaming about pajama-robe sets I can wear outside. Who needs feminine or flouncy anyway? Femininity is passé and too much effort. Comfort, ease and seasonless dressing comprise the overriding trends in the upcoming seasons.
September 16, 2016 at 12:18 pm
love you, Magda. no one is more fun to read than you