Fancy Pants

In the sage words of a childhood acquaintance’s supa primped mother, “Never wear sweatpants when you go off to college, because when you finally pull on your jeans, they will..not…fit.”

Not one galpal heeded the ominous advice of this Mystic tanned gypsy lady, believing with all the might of our freaky metabolisms that the calories burned destroying an entire chocolate ganache cake would roughly negate any fattening backlash. Thankfully, no higher authority allowed a single one of us to graduate with a degree in Nutrition Studies.

Lo and behold, by sophomore year a widespread curse of sausage-casing pant leg fell upon us all, as we sheepishly wiggled (and even jiggled) back into our once trusted skinnies, full of regret and the bloat of yesteryear.

This traumatic series of events has since complicated my relationship with lounge pants. Yoga pants, so unnaturally stretchy that they probably defy most laws of textile structure, villainously present the excuse to dip into the cookie jar just oooone last time, as long as the pants still fit (for the record when wearing stretchy knit, this is always…thus these pants are literally liar pants). The undeniable shlubbiness of OG fleece sweats cannot be redeemed by even the c00lest coordinating hoodie, and personally, I have never been a proponent of activewear in the public domain. I believe sporty garb to be better suited for sports; should you consult any regular LuluLemon fanatic, she may excitedly explain that her Wunder Unders are an appropriate choice for any occasion, especially bottomless brunch– a sport of Olympic proportions. This chick will also likely marry this guy, wearing her Wunder Unders.

So where’s the perfect casual pant at, the unicorn of all lounge pull-ons?

Enter stage left, a gift from the sartorial gods above, *the Jogger pant*. AKA, the next best thing to “waking up like this” and looking juuust pulled together enough to step out “like this”. AKA, a pant that has me singing some praises.

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•Jogger Pants• These are like a sweatshirt for your legs.The bottoms of these are exactly made how the cuffs of your sweatshirt are made.These i prefer more because they have dope designs and patterns and they remind me of those pants teens used to wear back in the Early 90s such as Fresh Prince or Saved by the Bell

Well put, Broski400. You are a wizard of fine words.


While I initially wrote off the Jogger as some ugly @$$ imposter pants, ownership of my first pair quickly prompted me to accept that they are some comfy @$$ pants, and when paired with a fitted tee and a pair o’ fun kicks, they are truly some cute @$$ pants.

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So maybe I’m a tad partial, but I plan to snag both colors of these bad boyz brought to you by…you guessed it…Old Navy.

A perfect harmony of tailored presentability and casual ease, the Jogger pant has emerged as a front runner in modern lounge apparel and proof that you can have your cake and eat it too (…on second thought, maybe just a piece this time around).

I Have a Dream: The Sartorial Chronicles of an Unpaid Intern

My sincere hope is that this post will fuel my fellow lackey interns with hope of a brighter and more luxurious future.

The intern is still not free. Over one hundred years later, the wardrobe of the intern is still sadly crippled by the manacles of unpaid labor and the chains of unreachable retail prices. Over one hundred years later, the intern lives in a small dormitory of poverty in a midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity and Prada heels. Over one hundred years later, the intern is still languished in the corners of Forever 21 and finds herself an exile in her own luxury-wearing land. And so I’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

I have a dream that one day the intern will rise up and live out the true meaning of fashion: “We hold these truths to be self evident, that all fashion lovers are created equal.”

I have a dream today.

…but until tomorrow or maybe in 10 years, when the intern can afford her Miu Miu and Philip Lim, she will continue to rifle through the sale racks of H&M and Zara, weeding through counterfeits on eBay, wondering when this chapter in life will finally conclude. That being said, below is how I still manage to love the junk out of clothes and put myself together for work on a very…ahem…limited budget.

Monday:
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Dress: Cheap Monday
Bag: Madewell
Shoes: Free People
Turquoise necklace: eBay

Tuesday:

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Blouse: Urban Outfitters
Mint jeans: American Apparel
Bag: Rebecca Minkoff
Shoes: Steve Madden (similar here)
Necklace: Madewell (similar here

Wednesday:

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Dress: Forever 21 (similar style here )

Thursday:

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Bodysuit: Tobi
Kimono: Topshop (similar here)
Shorts: Forever 21 (similar here)
Necklace: Forever 21

Friday:

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Top: Forever 21 (similar here)
Pants: BCBGeneration (similar here)
Necklace: Forever 21 (similar here)

Shoutout to my roommate for taking these supremely awkward photos for five entire days.