The crazy thing about seaside sunsets –if you are an inlander like me, is that cocktail hour(s) is a whole new different story altogether. You see, where I reside, a night out usually commences as the sun sets, but when I was in Cape Town for the J&B Met weekend with plan to paint the town black and gold, I had somehow forgotten that dusk happens much later. This bids a puzzle and calls for a carefully constructed look able to transcend from very late afternoon to dawn. Thankfully I am something of a maven in this regard and managed to put together a head-turner of an ensemble in no time. No harsh tricks were employed because I really wanted to balance odd proportions with significant pieces. I based the final party dress up on the unchanging Fit vs some sort of volume direction. Here I am wearing a printed long-sleeved mid-thigh length chiffon shirt by Scalo Designs with a pair of black skinny jeans to mark a basic arrangement and allowed for my SICKENING Future Disc Lt Opulence kicks to #DoTheRightThing. The topical gold elements from these PUMA sneakers went exceptionally well, styled alongside a studded jumbo clutch and a single strand neckpiece from Missibaba. If I really, truly, totally absolutely had to rank this look, it would be a tale synonymous to imperial dancing royals’ missions –this suggestion came via a new friendship made on the dance-floor.
“Told you all I was gonna bump like this. You all didn’t think that I could bump like this. Said I told you all I was gonna bump like this (uh-uh).Turn around then I make it jump like this…” It’s midweek vibes and whilst I’m jumping to Miss Kelly Rowland’s Like This, I remembered I have committed to wear shorts for a great part of this summer. Anywho, that’s not much of a major deal, because, well, since everyone is kind of doing the short-shorts thing right now; knock-knees, brackets, stumpy stems and all *sighs*. I know I’m having crazy mad fun hitting up the streets with my leg game paraded afore. So much fun. Soooo, my second limb-exhibition endeavour involved slicing up an old pair of regular fitting jeans to mere singular-decimal lengths. As if that is not bloodcurdling enough (to some people, because..erm, to a certain degree I care and stuff), I thought the thigh size could have done with character, hence my D.I.Y. undertake. I mean, what else could possibly suggest unassuming-stylopolitan-in-the-know quite like a bit of distress? Tools: a bit of bleach, sandpaper, a correction pen and a breadknife –don’t judge me, nothing de-threads denim like a breadknife can. You see, this post could very well detour to DIVA TRICKS levels, but it is essentially about my short luvin’ self and the nerve to dare take this voyage out to the streets. About the look, once again, this was put together when I was heading off to a friend’s post-hangover do, on an odd Saturday afternoon –Rock Star state of affairs. Bag pack brimmed with goodies flung on and a tee similar to some of Jean-Michel Basquait’s earlier graffiti-esque work. And to channel my inner David Bowie, Mihara Yasuhiro x PUMA sneakers were brought into this look too.
Soooo, I don’t want to come across as an ungrateful little bugger, if anything I know that I am pretty much one of those who cough up gratitude at the same rate I fashion… *blows a kiss in the same direction after which Kimye named their kid*. Note that this is NOT a rant, No ma’am, far from it. If anything, it’s a little hello-hi –plus-wink to the expectations of me posting about common street style from the 2014 J&B Met. Let it be known that the mission is shot, pressed and sent to the client *cue chimes*. Anyway the general comment is; most attendees brought their A-GAME and the rest… erm… well… whatevs! One of my most awesomely clad people happens to be my favourite guy in the whole wide world; THE SIR. Yeah, I know, I know, “Home-ground benefits” and stuff but in all honesty, the bloke knows and loves good threads with or without my expertise assistance. In these pics, Mr man #WERQs his Made To Conquer in the greys family and jazzed it up with blood red plimsolls. He considerably linked the checked summer jacket with a woven Panama hat and the gun powder shade on shirt’s shoulder line picks up from a pair of drop-crotch pants. Oh that connective chain situation happening on his shirt’s collar? I mean, come on…
The past weekend wrapped with it, one of the raddest Kiki to commence the whole year’s social calendar. This year’s J&B Met was without a doubt, more than enough reason to escalate every opportunity to dress up and attendees adhered to the call in quite significant numbers. It was only natural (as natural as a practicing stylopolitan can endure, really) that I too get to join in on the excitement around what to wear and to be frank, the pressure mounted recurrently, right after my styling challenge for The Zone in Rosebank. Understandably, the Made To Conquer theme could come across as pretty open to anything with a successful reference. Well, in practice, dressing victoriously requires such a high level of susceptibility in sartorial decisions and an equal measure of obstinacy to help progress carefully from the possible costume vibe. Armed with this affirmation, I knew that I had to own my look –both in wearing it well and the joy of making sure that every single thing on my body belongs to me and has a chance to be worn in many more interesting ways. Of course my “safe” base started with blue notes but to help avoid a common shape, I fell to specific tailoring like the pen-rolled cigarette leg chinos in washed teal and a collar-less short sleeve jacket with metallic buttons and edging plus a matching Cambridge satchel. Fact: anyone could put together such a look within a Z-shaped snap, so to translate a bit of myself, I related the victory bit from the theme to metal and instead of heading in the heavy armour route, I’d much rather have sparkle in notable capacities hence the sequined shift atop the classic white shirt, the brass cuff and my newest gold bumblebee brooch pinned on the lapis necktie. My multi-textured stunners came to play too and there is almost no way I could have decided on this look sans my Moonbeam PUMA N-EVA Lo. I never get to dust off my shoulders like an extra in music videos, but if I did, I’m almost certain that my response to every question about the J&B Met 2014 would be ‘DONE-AND-DONE’.
I am kind of doing a shorts thing this summer. I know it’s a bit too far into the season because the rate at which this climate change saga shifts, coats might be in the very sudden future. So after one of my puff room conversations with stylist Melissa Maxted-Henderson, I too decided to definitely experiment with shamelessly exposing a bit more leg. Like maturing fashion siblings, Mel and I slapped full fives and or fist-bumped in between shrieked sentences whenever we gulped out of our champagne flutes as we agreed that we are going to make the best of our mid-to-late twenties by celebrating our (still formed) bodies because the last thing we deserve is the possibility of turning into those clearly ripened humans who are sadly still under the misconception that age is nothing but a number. Seriously; not even a “good” leg game warrants some of the nonsense sartorial choices out there. And I’m the dude who doesn’t believe in adhering to every fashion rule. I am not saying that this is the first time I wear shorts, oh no, I have, this is just more of a mindful exercise to tick boxes before I raisin up. In these pics, I wore pair of knife pleated roll-ups for a mid-week braai with my family in suburbia –how very fitting. This black pair is vintage I cannot really remember where I fished it from but I knew I had to inject newity by teaming it with this spell-out tee from Anisa Mpungwe’s limited Edition Collection for Mr Price Project. I also matched the shorts with a tailored waistcoat from Markham which I bedecked with a wooden pin by SilverSpoon. The satchel is from Woolworths, belt and accessories are all vintage excluding the sports watch by Ice Watches and my sunnies are by Giorgio Armani at Sunglass Hut. These kicks are my fave suede-for-summer PUMA MMQ Trinomic and they look sickening with shorts.
Do keep on the lookout and if you can; for my expedition. It should be fun.
Whenever there is a stranger invited to sit on my table -the bloggers’ table, conversations are likely to commence with a spirited “how exactly do you generate a living from blogging?” yes, many years later, the idea of sustainability through a unique medium still puzzles some people. Nevertheless, I chose this somewhat novel trade which then means that my responsibilities will include talking about it ad nauseam. These dialogues often happen between premier bloggers and the few unbearably patronizing members of the genetic channels of mass communication because let’s be honest; starting a blog seems fairly easy, yet maintaining a consistently mounting standard does not come natural to everyone, so, exclusive dedication is imperative. Still, nobody understands why they are so mad… Give them tight hugs, I beg. The amount of work required to run a successfull blog is no child’s play. This is why many forge a career out of re-blogging and seldom showcase very little capability to create content –if at all. Let it be known that informed opinions are #EVERYTHING in these parts. To continue this incessant chat, I was featured in today’s copy of The Times Newspaper where I tried to defend the beaming future of blogging as a lucrative career option here in South Africa. Good relationships between bloggers and world renowned brands are a definite proof of this prospect success. Note that in the same tone, I am in no way chorusing the widespread You Can’t Sit With Us phenomena, if anything I would like to promote that if by some sort of a chance you know of anyone who wants to start a blog (especially a fashion blog) from scratch at this very moment and are willing to commit to it, please extend the knowledge that it WILL be hard to break into the industry but not at all impossible. The market is far from saturating.
GO ON , BE GREAT AND #WERQ
Okay, this is going to read a tad odd and somewhat contradictory in parts. First, I am writing a post about top coats in the heart of South African summer. Secondly –the crux of this post really, I think I am split-minds about the whole motif of draping one’s coat over one’s shoulders sans the simple act of just dragging your arms through the jacket sleeves. To a certain degree, I do believe that the trend is a little passé and that is bluntly because I kind of #WERQed it a lot last year. (Check out the pic from my proudest street style shoot, photographed by @TsholoDaFellow in June 2013). The look –if/when done well, definitely suggests an unquestionable level chic –in an “I simply had to dash a across the street in this drizzle when my assistant tossed this number across my shoulders” kind of way. In the same breath I have seen many interpretations, people flinging on crop-jackets/ appliquéd cardigans and mandarin collared jackets atop outfits that could have #WERQed very well. Even though I sometimes chant with team #ToHellWithSetFashionRules, I have to strongly advice against a draped top coat if you really must have functionality. Rather opt for a cape… if you really, truly, absolutely must!
In these pics I guinea-pigged myself and threw on a tailored blazer on an already layered look and went to a sundownder’s occasion on the inner city rooftop –you see, they just didn’t have coat hangers and a good fortune went into buying this blazer in the first place. I tell you, it was cute and everything, but I couldn’t really hug people because I feared the possibility of seeing my sheath slowly sinking in open air through multiple floors in slow motion – so I did the air kiss and a wink from a distance thing. As if that was not enough to signal a royal #Ain’tNobodyGotTimeForThat, I put myself through an entire evening of limited contact with almost everything else. No nibbles, no light-ups and no random High-Fives -my hands could only handle a half-full flute (which didn’t make any of these shots) in one and a folded satchel in the other. The thing is, I am not completely damning the trend altogether. No, if anything I am pretty open to #WERQ the trend sometime again… once it makes sense.
OMG, OMG, OMG. I’m gonna let you decipher this one and then please #DoTheRightThing I will tell you more about that in a bit. Sooo, the super awesome people at J&B Met *shout out, HEEEEYY* selected me and a couple of other superbly rad bloggers to partake in a challenge around this year’s theme; Made To Conquer. We all had a sweet task of sourcing, styling and photographing a look in and around The Zone in Rosebank using clothing and accessories from selected participating stores in the mall. This was all supposed to be done in less than 72 hours and I stretched the challenge a bit (as I do, thanks to the wobbly bits in my head) and tried doing everything in one day -So much fun. Check these pics and this is where you come in; dearest awesome readers. You see, this cool task is also a competition where the winning blogger will get to bring a +1 to enjoy top notch VIP treatment at the Met with me and I really, truly, absolutely would love to bring THE SIR with me, thus this stylish request that you PLEASE #DoTheRightThing and head on to the land of facebook and read the little narrative and I beg of thee to please click as LIKES many as possible over HERE and right HERE also tell your people to tell their people’s people and let’s get this ball rolling.
His outfit: Detailed grey sky blazer, collared printed T-shirt in olive green, teal pants and lace-up brogues –All from Diesel. The all purpose leather and felt shopper bag is by Amanda Laird Cherry at The Space.
Her Outfit: knee-length shift dress with draping panels in a sage shade by Colleen Eitzen. Three metal bangles and two bird cocktail rings by Wabi Sabo from The Space in Rosebank. The platform court heels in washed denim are from Diesel Clothing.
OMG, my mad hatter kinfolk in the transatlantic have been going all kinds of crazy since dawn. Just when I thought my sizeable hat collection is something of an embarrassment, I woke up to a flood of pics from fashion friends in the US of A, bragging about #NationalHatDay. Some of them even going as far as hosting a little hat party. FOMO has me so bad; I won’t even share their images. Instead, I shut my long distance service provider and sat on the fire escape just outside my door with a giant cinnamon latte and passionately day dreamed about my most recent hat game crushes fresh off the menswear runways.
There aren’t enough words to explain the way I felt (or reacted) when I first witnessed pure millinery genius as I caught the live stream of Agi & Sam Autumn/ Winter 2014 collection at the #LCM. Fitting in handsomely with the African tribal referenced presentation titled “Watu Nguvu” “People Power” in Swahili, the award winning duo teamed with Yashkathor to created felt hats in a shape I much prefer to call structurally egg-halved. *dear lord, I drop to my knees* this right here is an ultimate fashion hat; it signals a major interest and sticks firm in a minimalist command. Knowing me, I would wear is as beautifully it is and sometimes, probably adorn it with pins, feathers and delicate fabrics ever so often.
FINALLY; a crown I can wear and not give in to an involuntary need to lip-synch late 1980’s disco jams. I have to admit; an uncared-for part of me shot vicious looks to girls when they crowed their heads with all sorts of insignia as we saw the last few seasons. Thankfully Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana looked to the 11th century Normans as reference and included very manly crowns as part of their A/W 14 show. My obsession with costume jewellery has literally shot up to my head and I look forward to regularly don majestic headwear with almost any and everything.
This whole thing got me thinking; we all have a story about toppers, don’t we? What’s yours?
Do enjoy the National Hat Day if you are in the USA.
Something blue here blows: I have taken a resolution to not side-eye people who just don’t know things. I mean…uhm, it’s a thing, you know? From now on I will try to behave like a grown-ass human that I am and take it upon myself to soberly listen, clear throat whilst I nod and dare not meander into oblivion because when they pause for a breather, I will take my turn to educate. This post is inspired by a recent conversation I unwisely partook in, with a total stranger, just the other day when I was standing in an unnaturally stretched queue for iced coffee. The lady whose name I had to interest to enquire about, authorized herself the right to share with me that she would have worn MY shoes differently. She suggested something called down-the-street-hip-hop swag, #GoFigure. As you can probably expect, not only was I dazed that this human with acrylic nails and French tips gathered up the audacity to shower me with “counsel”, I was more shocked at the fact that it was a random Wednesday afternoon post festive merriments, so my spirit to dress-up for a jolly trip two blocks west of my appartment’s building was running at an annual regular near-low. The kicks in question are my newest PUMA R698 in my number one favourite colour of 2013 –BLUE. Poor thing was probably trying to spark conversation with a tall dark stranger as a way to prance through the wait and I went on-and-on on an edu-fashion rant. I made sure that she knew that the R698 is a remake of the 90’s hit runners and has recently undergone a fresh makeover courtesy of David Obadia and Nelson Hassan of Brooklyn We Go Hard fame. You see, I could have gone further and told her how this exclusive partnership between PUMA and the Parisian street wear label ensured that signature elements of both brands are incorporated. Or even continued to brag about the usages of a multitude of materials like suede, mesh and bouclé knit on the shoe (in range of blue shades and) being a definite ode to the harmony that emerges from paintings by an American artist; Mark Rothko who is renowned for his work in the Colorfield Painting movement –and served as great inspiration to BWGH’s David Obadia creative process. At this time we had managed to draw a mini audience of corner café patrons and I took an opportunity to wrap my rant and recited that the shoe –aptly named the bluefiled is a limited edition release and is just a taste of what will come from the continued collaboration’s AW14 collection. I waited for her enthused rejoin and…erm…nothing. So I spun a little swipe with my blue shoes and marked my resolution done and done.