fashion

Like Amy before her, Jayniek wishes leggings would go back into whatever 1980s crypt they've escaped from:

... What's next - bodysuits?
I will. I will puke. ...

Amy explains:

... I am not a fashionista. This is the worst thing about living in such close proximity to Newbury Street-- I must watch all the daddy's girls and people with better jobs than me walk around in their cool, hip clothes. ...

Especially when those cool, hip clothes all seem to involve leggings, she continues.

Meanwhile, Mike opens another front in our local fashion wars:

... I got on the T this morning and saw an overweight, unattractive blatino woman with really bad eyebrows wearing a tight t-shirt that said "Tell your boyfriend I said thanks." Yuck. First of all, she'd be lucky to have sex with her own boyfriend let alone someone else's, and second, I don't want to see that on the T.

The other day, I was walking Reggie and I saw a woman pushing a baby carriage on the sidewalk wearing a pink t-shirt about four sizes too small that said "Available." Yeah, right. ...

Madhu observes the fashions walking by from the front of Sonsie on Newbury Street:

... [I]t's the summer of the dress, ultra skinny jeans are a horrifying trend for anyone over 25, and 90s minimalism is long forgotten. Long hair, long skirts, long beads and all sorts of mixed up eighties accessories accessorizing the girls. Big belts, big bags, all manner of flats. ...

Blogorelli critiques Oscar fashions, with her eye particularly drawn to the jeweled brooches worn by several men:

... "Man brooches...MAAAaaaAn BROooOcheS!" In my personal favorite trend of the night, many gentleman wore jeweled brooches on their suits. I was into it ... it will be my new favorite thing to scream on the street in 2010, when Boston males actually catch up to fashion-forward trends and stop wearing khackis with pleats.

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Eeka wonders (on One Smoot Short of a Bridge), why all the Masters of the Universe getting off the Orange Line at State Street are leaving the brand-name labels on the sleeves of their suits:

These are not meant to be left on the garment once you purchase it.

Now, I know that the idea of stitches being temporary might be an overwhelming concept for you McExecutives who would never in a million years attempt to make or mend something, and who view everything as disposable rather than modifiable. But I promise you, loose stitching has been used in this manner for years and continues to be used on a lot of traditional garments. You don't go around wearing the size tags that are affixed by little plastic leashes, do you? ...

Jeff admits he loves seeing good-looking women in skirts. But not when it's in the 20s like today:

... I saw this woman waiting with her friends (guys) in line for a coffay wearing a relatively short skirt and bare legs. Ug .... I mean ...what are ya thinkin'??? lol We are in Boston which means there are like 100s of stores to buy nylons in case yours somehow got ruined. Nothing like a good case of hypothermia for the holidays, eh? ...

Waiting for the Red Line at JFK and then transferring from the Red to Orange lines gives Mike plenty of time to meditate on mating pigeons up in the rafters and evil buskers springing on people in tunnels. And people wearing flip-flops in November:

... People. Enough with the friggin flip-flops. There's apparently a whole student population out there that either doesn't know how or is too lazy to tie its shoes. That's what velcro's for. I don't want to see your gnarly, blackened and frost-bitten toes come December! ...

Jeffrey discovers he has a real sense of place about him:

... As I greeted her, she said "Jeffrey, you look so Somerville." As I looked at myself, shorts and t-shirt, tousled and dyed hair, messenger bag slung over my shoulder and helmet in my hand, I was forced to agree. ...

Vanessa wonders what the deal is with all the blue shirts:

... Everywhere I looked this morning, I was surrounded by people wearing blue. To the left, three guys in royal blue button downs. To the right, a woman and four men in light blue shirts. Behind me, a guy in a navy blue Izod. Even a frickin' sleeping baby was wearing a light blue denim shirt. What the fuck? ...

Karl wonders what the deal is with summer sweaters:

... As I was walking to work this morning a man walked by me wearing what appeared to be a summer sweater. Essentially, it was a standard sweater but with short sleeves.

What's the point?

I mean, during today's morning commute it was already 76 degrees and humid outside. The temperatures are expected to approach 90 by the afternoon. ...

Earlier:
Mandatory turquoise?
Vera Bradley wars

Sarcastic Sam wonders:

I'm starting to think that there's a new law REQUIRING that, at any given moment in time, no fewer than 1 out of every 3 women in boston MUST wear dayglo turquoise. ...

Earlier: Fashion wars (involving Vera Bradley bags).

First, Blogorelli fires a salvo across the bow of Vera Bradley-toting, khaki-wearing Bostonians. Beth responds with a hail of Boston fashion lovin'.

Now Blogorelli returns fire with Boston fashion violation notices you can print out:

...Slip one under your co-worker's blotter when she's in the bathroom putting on more bronzer. Give one to that special guy whose bare feet make you shudder. Throw some out the window in the financial district. Or use sticker paper and affix to the window of a store selling Vera Crapley merchandise...or, better yet, to someone carrying said offending bag. (P.S. you do this and send me a photo via, well, there might just be a reward in store.)

Fight the man...especially if he needs some grooming.

Beth reads this snark about Boston fashion (involving Vera Bradley bags and crusty Sox caps) and wishes to have a word with the author:

...Know what? I don't even know what a Vera Bradley bag looks like. I couldn't pick it out of a lineup. And I like the crusty Sox caps (and it's not just guys who wear them, either). Frankly, the "look" of the people is just another one of the many, many reasons I never want to leave the Boston area--I never want to walk into a little Mom and Pop pizza joint, anywhere, where there aren't crusty Red Sox caps to be seen. ...

She proceeds to describe the particular styles she sees on the T and says she never gets tired of any of them.

Blogorelli comes back from a mid-day walk around town and concludes Boston style could be defined thus:

... Men: Red Sox ball caps, the crustier the better / Women: Vera Bradley bags / General: An overall and baffling love of the colors navy & khaki.