[WCAGA tribal pants, which come around and go around on Gilt every once in awhile; keep your eyes peeled + Burberry booties + GAP tee + bronchitis.]
Art teachers are a different breed. They have, almost as a rule, lots of ferns around their desks, extremely filthy fingernails, sort of crazy hair, and they were exactly the person I wanted to go to when I had a stomach ache—never the nurse. The day I peed my pants in the hallway in 3rd grade when Mrs. White wouldn’t let me peace out to the head? If I’d had enough time, I’d have run straight to the art annex and waited by the bay window with the aloe plants for my mom to come save me. That warmth and lunacy was like home to me.
So now, inspired by Ralph Lauren’s ’10 fall show, I’m going to try and dress like one.
To me, it’s all about the weirdly long shirt. Retro elements come and go, but I feel like it’s been a long time since we’ve seen that yanked down, (often) belted, tight tunic-style length. It’s so freaking 90s my head is spinning.
60 degrees here today. Holy guacamole. It’s fall already and I’m completely unprepared. The timing of this snap, combined with Rob’s sudden reintroduction to the life of a commuter, is knocking me off my feet with familiarity. You know how that happens? Everything comes back to you. It’s like the woman who just moved into our building and wears what was my first perfume at age 16—Thierry Mugler’s Angel.
I get in the elevator after her and feel all sorts of strange things—teenage melancholy, anxiety before a physics exam, bliss over the freedom of conversation around the table in the pottery shed, while signing your name on the bottom of your bowl with a toothpick.
And the approval of a great art teacher.
-Carey
This outfit and post are perfect. Impeccable. Unforgettable.
dude, apropos you should comment, since the day I peed my pants I was talking about was at… St Catherine’s!!! hahahaha. Man, I still get mad about that day. When I eventually got the nerve to just go, Eff this bull, and go to the bathroom, it was too late. A 5th grader found me in there crying.
Freebie day to hang out at home with my mom and cat? You betcha!
omg i thought you were going to say the dog was your teacher. i think i’m high on your pants.
xoxo,
carrie
Carry, you look fab in this outfit! You made the pants look so elegant with the combination of back and the gold bracelet! You’re my idol!
Ahh! Sssanks!
Went back to my gut instincts on this one; so very comfortable.
I love everything about this outfit and this post. And I need to get my hands on a pair of those pants!
you inspire me to incorporate more color into my wardrobe, i’ve never been able to do that successfully, your the gypsy queen of color.
These pants are so effing cool they make me angry. I shake my fist at you, tribal pants. WHY OH WHY didn’t I get a pair when they were marked down to 65 clams on Shopbop. Arrrggghhh!!!!
Merci,
Shannan
those pants are effing amazing. but you already knew that. i totally miss my art teacher right now too, she was the bee’s knees. xoxo, laura
Ray’s Album… incredible.
You in these shots…. just spit up my afternoon beer in pure delight.
mmmm hmmm. so right.
x
Amy
That first photo?? To DIE for!! Fabulous. Happy to save you on the peeing day. Remember it all too well. Felt so bad for you, but knew it would only be fodder for your future literary life!
if i saw you on the street, i’d push you down, and pull off your pants. and i know that sounds really weird, but that just means i want them. i’d be nice and give you mine, though. 😉