You Can’t Sit with Us

Date: December 6, 2015.
Weather: 9° – Cloudy

Jeans: Super Skinny RUDE
Top: Hanes
Shoes: Creative Reaction
Socks: J. Crew
Watch: Michael Kors

Boy am I starting 2015 off right.
A Hanes sweater with a weird, yet fabulous, Furby on the font and some off brand jeans.

My reason:
Its Fucking Cold.

I love a pretty parka and a trendy trench as much as the next bitch does but some days just call for sloppy.  Today’s work of art could be a lot sloppier though. I mean, I have seen worse out in the world.  The magic carpet ride happening with the Furby and the cat takes me away to another world, one where it never gets cold.

Although I may be semi sloppy today, I am comfy and warm.  It’s okay to be sloppy every once in awhile, just choose your few sloppy days wisely. keyword “few”.

In this cold weather I don’t know what could be better than a nice warm Hanes sweater, a bond between a Furby and a cat, tea, caramel corn and the new episode of Pretty Little Liars tonight. Will they finally just tell us who A is already?

Morals of the story
Sloppy & weird > sloppy
If we can take personal days from work, we can take sloppy days from our wardrobe.  Make sure you use them sparingly though.  If you decide to dress sloppy on the wrong days, your friends just might not let you sit with them.

Until next Tuesday,
Cheers

Five Steps to a Great Year

 

Date: December 30, 2014.
Weather: 16° – Sunny

Jeans: Skinny Dillon BullHead
Top: J. Crew
Shoes: Banana Republic
Watch: Michael Kors
Wallet: Louis Vuitton
Bracelets: Von Maur

As we shut down yet another year we should also be shutting down some of the things in our wardrobe.  I’m not talking about the Zoe-ism, Shut! It! Down!, from our truly beloved Rachel Zoe.  I am talking about actually letting go of some things.  Every year we change a little, inside and outside.  You grew out of those favorite shoes, you lost some weight so that fabulous ensemble that you once loved is now a trash bag, you finally woke up and realized that you really shouldn’t be wearing that color with your complexion or that Coach purses are just a plain capital EN OH – a no-no. Anyway, you get the idea.

The new year seems shiny and special at first, just like that new shiny piece of jewelry.  You’re excited for it and you have all these plans to make it your bitch and wear it with pride. Often, as time goes on the shine fades until you either replace it or get it touched up.  Let’s skip the fading and the touch ups this time around.  Lets all take a vow to really make this next year everything we want it to be.

Here are five steps to help you do this….

• STEP ONE:
  Clean out your wardrobes, bags, clutches, pockets, purses, etc…  Don’t take any unnecessary baggage in to the new year, what baggage is necessary?  Get rid of the baggage.
• STEP TWO:
  While going through your wardrobe, know the difference between throwing out old items and letting go of old items.  When you let go of a once treasured item which seems to serve no purpose for you anymore, you are acknowledging the joy and pleasure it once brought to you over the time you had it but are simply ready to make room for new items.  “Throwing out” sounds harsh, and what kind of precious garment wants to be thrown out? Oh, that coach purse of yours, right.
• STEP THREE:
  Invite new things in to your wardrobe.  Be open, curious and experimental.  If you aren’t open to new stores, sizes, colors, and fabrics, then you’re not being open to the world and that is just no way to live.
• STEP FOUR:
  Take everything that needs shining to your favorite jeweler and shine the shit out of it.  Shine it so hard that it wont fade next year, and if you start to see it fade, well then bitch, you need some better jewelry.  What I meant to say is, let it be the only thing that fades.
• STEP FIVE:
  Get all glamed up and head to the nearest lounge with your bests for a champagne toast to the old, as well as to the new.

Morals of the story
Let go of the things in your wardrobe that you no longer need.

Until next year,
Cheers

Tis the season to be…. creepin?

Date: December 23, 2014.
Weather: 39° – cloudy

Jeans: Super Skinny 510 Levis
Top:                          
Shoes: J75
Scarf: Old Navy
Watch: Michael Kors

We all have that one person that we creep on. I’m talking specifically about the crush you creep on. It could be the boy next door, the cute teacher, the classmate, the friend of a friend, etc… Regardless of who it is, it’s the one you totally creep on.

With the most wonderful time of the year right around the corner, I thought I’d sport this holiday sweater with a scarlet Santa scarf.

Earlier this month I was in need of a holiday sweater STAT. I asked myself
where could I go in a city with no great shopping scene?
Since I needed this imaginary sweater within the next 12 hours, I couldn’t rely on an internet order. Thus, I had to turn to the regular “basic” mall stores.

I went to the first store I thought of, not because I figured they’d have some kind of American holiday sweater but because I knew the crush I was creeping on for the past… time is irrelevant here… worked there. So I obviously was going to stop in and browse the store I would have normally overlooked 11 times out of 10. I walked in and felt my eyes scan every inch of the store and we all know I wasn’t scanning for anything that I could actually buy.

My scan had failed me, the creep session came to a halt.  When I realized my creep victim wasn’t working, this sweater actually caught my eye. I thought it was cute, fun and appeared out of nowhere, kind of like this bloke I was trying to crush creep.

In the end, I walked away with a cute new holiday sweater. Innocent of an attempted crush creeping crime. Although whose to say I will walk away innocent the next time I try?

Morals of the story
Give the stores you may not like, for whatever reason, a Chance. You may just be surprised at what you may find.

Have a great Christmas, Hanukkah, and best of all Kwanzaa, or whatever the hell you all celebrate.
Happy Holidays.

Until next Tuesday,
Cheers

If I Can, You can.

Date: December 16, 2014.
Weather: 48º – Cloudy

Top: Gap
Watch: Michael Kors
Bow tie: Self made
Cap and Gown: University Book Store

Alright guys,
I am obviously not wearing these pieces today but with one of life’s milestones greeting me this weekend. I figured that toady, I would pay tribute to

the thousands of dollars spent,
the endless projects,
the numerous all nighters,
and lets not forget the most beautiful outfit you will ever wear in your life; the college graduation cap and gown.  Beautiful my ass.

You’d think with the thousands of dollars us college students fork over every semester the least the universities could do is let us wear whatever the fuck we want.  I mean I’m not even asking for them to pay for the cap and gown, I am just asking them to eliminate it completely so we can wear something a little more fabulous.  But then I think, graduation wouldn’t be as special if it wasn’t for this hideous trash bag that we all worked so hard to obtain.  Thus, I throw my white flag high in the air and succumb to this hideous garment for the few hours. After all, You’re only an undergrad graduate once.

I have five very important words for you all.
IF I CAN, YOU CAN.
Anyone who knows me personally can fully attest to this statement.

I am leaving this post short and sweet because lord knows my college career was far from that.

To all of my fellow December 2014 college graduates,
Congratulations – we did it!!
No matter the time it took you, we are here. I wish you all the best of luck in the “real world”, whatever that means, unless of course we are interviewing for the same position in the future.  In that case, sleep with your eyes open, hire a great body-guard and on top of that get another pair of eyes for the back of your head. I’m only kidding of course.
Now let’s put them garbage bags on, flaunt them for the few hours we get to wear them, and enjoy every moment of it.
We earned this.

Morals of the story
Some of the things that appear the most hideous actually hold some of the most memorable moments. With this being said…
Tis the season for “ugly” sweaters.
Until next Tuesday,
Cheers

Threads IV: Bigger Really is Better

Date: December 9, 2014.
Weather: 27° – Sunny

Jeans: Super Skinny 510 Levis
Top: TOPMAN
Shoes: H&M
Watch: Michael Kors
Bracelets: Self made

It’s a Friday evening
I find myself at the swanky Paris Club downtown Chicago wearing this amazing sweater, enjoying a conversation at the bar with a London Bloke over mussels and the finest dirty martinis (vodka of course) garnished with the best blue cheese stuffed olives.

8 hours earlier
I arrived at my hotel downtown Chicago and not only was I ready for a cocktail but I was ready for some shopping as well.  I enjoyed a vodka soda with lime before heading out to the shops.  I had no obligations on this trip but to meet a good friend at 10.30 that night, so I was on my own to explore until then.

Naturally, when meeting a friend in a different city, I seek out a fresh new outfit.
This sweater was the only one of its kind left. Obviously I picked that baby up like it was the last delicious appetizer at the holiday party.  I looked at the tag and almost cried when I read the letter “L”, I couldn’t let the size of this sweater interfere with the strong bond I knew this sweater and I would grow to have.  I took her back to the fitting room and tried her on, she took my breath away.  Some things are just meant to be, I call her my moo-moo due to her size and comfort.

A few hours and several shopping bags later
I made my way back to my room to freshen up and put moo-moo on before heading out for a bite. Dinning out by yourself is to die for, I recommend it to everyone. If you look good and feel good, sitting alone at a table won’t even matter.

Surviving my first dinner out by myself I decided to head to a new venue for a martini.  Upon arriving to a full room of people at Paris Club I found an open seat at the bar.  Before I could get cozy, a handsome gentlemen sat down next to me.  He complimented my sweater and watch and asked me what I was drinking. I was taken off guard by his charming British accent and immediately looked for any indication of him being taken. I could not find one. After a couple of those dirty martinis and some mussels, I got my answer.

While comparing our watches I noticed I was extremely late meeting my friend.

I informed this London lad and he insisted he get me there as fast he could.  Valet whipped his car around and he sped me to my destination.  We said goodbye in a fairytale sort of way, if you know what I mean. I embarked on my next adventure with my friend, apologizing over and over again for being late.  He forgave me after hearing my fairytale.

Towards the end of a long night
My friend and I were enjoying cocktails at a bar when I spotted the London bloke making out with another lad across the bar from us. My fairytale shattered to pieces as I threw back the last of my vodka soda. My very own royal wedding had been ruined.  The vision of our London life together had been lost. I thought to myself, Bitch… get it together, your sweater is everything right now. Needless to say, I got my shit together and had my friend to thank, not the one standing next to me but the one on me, moo-moo.*

Morals of the story
Don’t let the little letter on a tag discourage you from buying it because in the end, it may be the perfect fit for you.  Not only will you have new garment options but there is a possibility it will snap you back to reality when you are being totally unrealistic about something which was not a perfect fit, but merely a superb time to appreciate in the moment.

*I do not condone getting attached to material possessions but sometimes shit happens.

Until next Tuesday,
Cheers

Threads III : All dressed up with everywhere to go.

Date: December 2, 2014.
Weather: 10° – Partly Cloudy

Jeans: 511 Levis
Top: J. Crew
Shoes: Banana Republic
Watch: Michael Kors
Accessory: Louis Vuitton

Today calls for something a little more formal from my closet, not too formal but what I like to call “forsual.”
Why you ask?
Absolutely no reason at all.

I’ve never understood “All dressed up with nowhere to go.”  Usually if you are all dressed up, you have somewhere to go.  So I jump to the conclusion that whatever plans you may have had got interpreted or that you flat-out got stood up, ouch. In either case you should be that much more dressed up to go out, I mean you may have just dodged a boring time out or an awful first or second date.

What’s better than dressing up for a grand evening?
Being dressed up and ready for an unknown adventurous day or evening.  I can assure you that the best nights out are the nights you don’t plan a single thing.

I love this button up from J Crew tucked in to a slim jean. I love a button up buttoned all the way up. yes, even without a tie.  The outfit isn’t complete without shoes, these brown suede shoes are one of my favorite pairs. The heels click when you walk and it’s like music to my ears. Clicking heels are no force to be reckoned with.  Anytime you can get your hands on some heels with noise, make the purchase.  In fact buy out the rest of the pairs the store has in stock just so you can be the only one people hear coming down the hall.

Last but not least, my Louis Vuitton Pouch – such a beauty. She’s one of three accessories which have three things in common;
One boy
Traveling
& Louis Vuitton.
Enough said, they deserve their very own post in the future.

Calling all boys, guys, and men
Correction, Calling all boys, guys and men who know how to compose and put themselves together.  I see nothing wrong with carrying a small “murse” around, of course only if done right. I have been seeing more guys doing this successfully so bitches, keep werking.  For the rest of you, get rid of the bulky pockets and invest in a timeless accessory which suits your needs.  I know one thing that fits better nicely in a “murse” than those pockets, a flask.  If that’s not reason enough to look in to an alternative, I don’t know what is.

Morals of the story:
Run out and buy yourself a nice pair of clicking heels and show them off when you dress up on any occasion, on any random day. You should never feel like you are all dressed up with nowhere to go. If you do find yourself feeling this way, know that whatever you had planned before, the universe has a bigger and better surprise planned for you.

Until next Tuesday,
Cheers.

Threads II : Shark bait or shark bite

Date: November 25, 2014.
Weather: 16° – Sunny

Jeans: Super Skinny 510 Levis
Top: Forever 21
Shoes: J75
Watch: Micheal Kors

I am channeling chic shark ferocious fierceness with this top today, say that five times fast! I like to relate this piece to two kinds of people we have all encountered in life. That annoying loud bitch in the room that needs to learn to cork it, and the other half, that fierce boss bitch in the room that is owning everything they stand for, It’s like a glamorous bipolar Jaws. I want you to pause for a second and think of both of those people you know and get some great laughs about both of them.

Alright, get it together.…with all sorts of glittery goodness that is accessorizing this piece, I would not want to distract away from it with anything else hence the simple jean, some black suede shoes and of course, my watch. The amazing shark is on the center of a basic black long sleeve sweater which is perfect for this cold weather.

Wait a minute… Did we just say basic?

There is nothing basic about this sweater… this baby is loud and speaks for itself and doesn’t need any help. I mean lets be honest, its a full on sequins shark, mouth open, ready and willing to take anything by storm. So give all them other jewels and stones a rest and leave them in their nice satin lined boxes.

Even though a piece like this oozes fabulousness, one might have doubt. I know I have felt that doubt creeping up on me as I admire this beauty in my closet. However, I am taking my trustworthy sparkling shark teeth and getting ready to chomp all of that doubt away.

Growing up I would try to deny certain things I really liked.
I would say to myself..
I can not like fashion
I can not be interested in glitter and sparkles
I should not like the color pink.

I like to consider myself an early gay boy bloomer. I knew I was gay at an early age, and by early age I mean when I came strutting out of the womb. I was lucky enough to be thrown into a huge support group, family included. Yet for some reason with all of the support I had, along with being 100% okay with gay, I did not want to live up to the “stereotypical gay feminine male.” I now understand as we get older and learn more about ourselves and the world, we start to accept things.

I ask all of you to go further than to accept what you may not like about yourselves.  Don’t just accept it; own it. Own it in your own way and ferociously attack it like a fierce shark because we both know that you’d rather be that boss bitch rather than that cork it bitch and after all, in the words of a wise artist, “Baby You’re a fire work, Come on let your colors burst.” because if you don’t, you might not make that special purchase of that loud yet spectacular buy and totally miss out on a great addition to your wardrobe, and lets not forget about the handful of compliments that come with the new bold addition.

Moral of the story:
Reel your insecurities and doubts in early, chew them up and spit them out quickly, and make room for those one of a kind gems that you may have overlooked on the racks before you got your shit together and devoured those lousy inconveniences.

Have a great Thanksgiving.

Until next Tuesday,
Cheers.

 

Threads I

Date: November 18, 2014.
Weather: 18º – Cloudy

Jeans: Levis
Top: Forever 21
Scarf: H&M
Shoes: Civic Duty
Bracelets: Self made
Watch: Michael Kors

One piece that will always be in my threads is my watch.
The history of my watch…

The first night I ever hung out with the last guy I dated, he saw a watch around my wrist and said he would love to get me a new watch.  In my head I thought,

“yeah sure, whatever. This guy is full of it. Trying to swoon me already, not happening.”

We ended up dating in to the holidays.  Christmas comes around and to my surprise, under the nice gold wrapping paper was a Michael Kors box and in that box was my new watch. It had only been about two months since we had been dating and not even a month after Christmas we broke up.

The reason:I needed to get my shit together.

Who does have their shit together…?

Oh, my watch! I didn’t care that we broke up or that I needed to get my shit together, I kept that sucker and thanks to him I have a better watch.  Now I am just looking for my next man and a new accessory wouldn’t be so bad either.

Morals of the story:
-Don’t let a good piece of style go to waste because they may remind you of a certain someone. (wedding and engagement rings exempt.)

Until next Tuesday,
Cheers.

Tuesdays Threads Takes off

Dear Universe,
In attempts to give my closet its full potential and stop letting my favorite few items be the A-listers of my wardrobe, we know you have them too, I am embarking on a style journey.

Welcome to Tuesdays Threads. Every Tuesday I will be sharing my style creations for the day along with other little lifestyle insights and random thoughts that happen to pop in to my crazy mind in which I feel I need to be put out in to the universe.

Here’s to new styles and all the Tuesdays to come.  Cheers!