fashion

No flip-flops after Labor Day.

Ameadowlark clues us in:

... If you see a dude wearing girl jeans anywhere near Boston, ask him if he's from Allston. Nine times out of ten, he'll do a double take and say "yeah, how'd you know?" The other time out of ten, he'll say "Brighton."

Via Allston City Limits.

No, you don't look the least bit like every other Goth girl, ever.

Via Miss M.

Alicia reports:

Yikes. I've seen 2 men willingly walking around Boston in Nantucket Red pants today. ... Thankfully neither pair of pants had little lobsters, hunting dogs or anchors embroidered all over them.

Somebody's buying the stuff.

Be reports on a new fashion trend in her neighborhood: Brooklyn T-shirts:

... I don't know, but this sort of strikes me indistinguishable from hanging around Harvard Yard wearing a Barnard* t-shirt.

*or Columbia or Yale, etc. ...

Lori Magno reports that, as a kind, caring Bostonian, she would have tucked in this woman's tag yesterday - if only the woman weren't smoking, creating a wall of stink that overrode Magno's Samaritan instincts.

AR provides the timeline (but misses the contributions of Rozzie's own Joseph Abboud).

Martini flits around town taking photos of people in interesting attire.

Krissy reports somebody at South Station yesterday was selling T-shirts reading:

GIANTS SUCK, TOO!

The news that the long arm of the law grabbed some ass the other night on Commercial Street (scroll down a bit when you click) has Amy Derjue wondering if Boston Police will now enforce fashion laws against too short tunics on Lansdowne Street and at the Alley:

We've noticed that a lot of college women don't quite understand recent fashion trends. The racks at H&M are filled with tunic-length garments that are meant to be worn with tights or leggings, but some young women are wearing them bare legged. ...

Yeah, sure, hubby and all, but the Missus is referring to the bag she was spotted wearing after last night's game.

They know when to wear a jacket inside out.

1. I don't have to worry about ever seeing any of my neighbors in the $550 rubber pants the Olsen twins are selling at Louis, Boston (which I learned about from a photo that accompanied the dead-tree version of Hayley Kaufman's 100% guaranteed insight-free suck up in yesterday's Globe).

2. I don't have to worry about somebody killing me and gouging out my eyeball just to get into some overpriced Back Bay health club with an iris scanner.

Susie confesses she's grown to like them:

... The hipster-types I go to school with are seriously nicer than many other people I've come across in this world. They're accepting of me, even as I'm waltzing around in my Ugg boots and pink North Face fleece. Maybe they find that my lack of irony actually makes me ironic. ...

Bonus: She provides a 13-point checklist so you can tell at a glance whether that skinny dude in the too-tight ironic T-shirt with bedhead drinking PBR while he discusses his feelings about his tattoos is a hipster or not (answer: Yes, yes he is).

The Missus scolds the slob of a man who races past her carrying a fancy purse (and snaps his photo so everybody can join in on the tsk-tsking):

... The bag was way cool. But this all goes back to my belief that if you're going to carry a fancy and chic hand bag, you have to dress the part too. You need to dress up. Look more polished. And he was definitely not! ...

Hey, at least he didn't pair the purse with leggings.

Bostonia Rantida rants about local fashion crimes, including girly patchwork shorts for guys, Madras shorts, Crocs, long shirts and, naturally, leggings:

... I was in Filene's Basement the other day, browsing racks, when a soft-looking material caught my eye. I touched it. Smooth. Then I lifted it away from the rack to see what it was. IT WAS LEGGINGS! NO! I made an audible "Augh!" noise and backed away, wiping my hand on my skirt. Someone near me chuckled. I went to kitchen goods to find a knife so I could cut off my own hand. ...

Speaking of the soon-to-be-closed forever Basement (really, who thinks it will ever re-open in Downtown Crossing?), Miss M relays a fun story involving a mother and two daughters there that you might not want to have up on the screen at work.

Some Assembly Required doesn't care how hot it gets: Middle-aged men should just never wear tank tops:

... I would be willing to put on long pants, even on a 96-degree day in August, if I knew that it meant all the other patrons at that restaurant had to do the same thing, and if it would assure me I wouldn't have to see any men in tank tops.

Is it only a matter of time before this shows up in Boston? Already, local fashion know-it-alls and Northeastern students say it could happen:

Jay Calderin, director of creative marketing at the School of Fashion Design in Boston, said male leggings could easily break into the mainstream.

"I believe when you appeal to a man on the level of comfort you're always going to find takers," he said. "Since workout wear has become a part of our fashion vocabulary, it's easy to imagine men enjoying the ease of wearing a new streamlined version of the sweatpant to express their own personal style."

We go now to fashion reporter Alyssa Boehm, who reminds us that while it is, indeed, legal to wear white during the summer, one should never wear blue polka-dot underwear with white pants.

How hot was it today? Alyssa Boehm reports on some guy she saw this morning:

... I spotted a rather hirsute gentleman walking towards me on Commonwealth Avenue. He was wearing very nice trousers and carried a small gym bag. Draped over the bag was his shirt.

That's how I knew he was hairy - no freakin' shirt!

Look, I'm willing to over look the shirtless look for many, but a middle-aged businessman walking from his gorgeous brownstone to his fancy car (honestly) was a little too much. ...

Susie loathes bin sales:

... What is with Victoria's Secret and butterflies this season? Butterflies=trashy/ugly/creepy to me and I have no desire to have them all over my clothes and underwear. And there were soo many people in the store, it was basically impossible to even get to any of the bins to look at. And once again, right when you think you find a nice pair of underwear in your size, you pick it up only to find it's a XXL. Plus, who really wants to buy intimate apparel that every person in Boston has already had their grubby hands all over? Ew, not me. ...

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Miss M discusses the fashion train wreck who sat across from her on the bus this morning:

... Obviously, I am all for wearing shirts in public. And the lady's white blouse would have been perfectly acceptable except for one thing: The collar. Was popped.

The reason she looked so uncomfortable wasn't because I was staring at her. It was because she couldn't turn her head. Add in the sunglasses and the flashy shoes, and she was the definition of, "She's not wearing the outfit; the outfit is wearing her." ...

Bostonia Rantida lets loose on the young women of Newbury Street:

... I'm tired of idiot girls in giant sunglasses, unnecessary leggings, and giant name brand purses (what do you call them here? pocketbooks?)/shopping bags on their arms walking around like retards who can't seem to get the fuck out of the way for oncoming pedestrian traffic. ...

Ezra Ball's up on Beacon Hill when he's forced to whip out his camera to take a picture of a male mannequin with the de rigeur sweater casually wrapped around the neck and pink pants emblazoned with little skulls and crossbones:

... These are the short pants for the man who is not content to say "I am wearing a retro preppy ensemble". These are the short pants for the man who wants people to know that he knows that his preppy ensemble is bogus, that he mocks it while he embraces it, that he is so confident in his preppiness that even the skull and crossbones cannot overwhelm his pink. ...