It seems that there always needs to be a first post, the ice-breaker, the voicing of the mission statement and all that mess. And it is this: I live in a style wasteland. SNU. Where fashion comes to die.
I realize that college students need to be granted some lenience. I realize that central Oklahoma is no Milan. I realize that even the best dressed Americans make boo boos from time to time [Gwyneth at the 2002 Oscars, anyone?]. We're all allowed our 15 minutes in gauchos. Still. I have had enough.
Now, I am certainly not calling for Balenciaga day dresses to be worn to class every day, that would be ridiculous given the setting. [Ridiculous and utterly fabulous!]
All I want to see is clean shirts. And perhaps a nice pair of flats or the occasional pump every now and again. Hair that doesn't look like you slept with wolverines and couldn't be bothered with a brush this morning. And something other than sweats every day.
I don't think it's too much to ask.
While the majority of the student body rocks jeans and some form of cotton shirt [T, tank, button-down, what-have-you] there is always one individual who wakes up thinking that somehow it is a good idea to dress like Mario Batali. I'm ok with a standard wardrobe. Jeans are just fine in my book [I wear them nearly every day]. T-shirts too. We are, afterall, college students. Tuition payments really dig into the YSL fund [it's the sharpest pain I know]. However I am not pro-croc, pro-mullet, pro-gaucho, pro-mini-skirt in the dead of winter, etc.
Until I'm living in a land of Laboutin-clad Upper East-Siders and bohemian beauties from the Village, I am forced to spill my disdain here.
This is for the [rarely] good, the [omnipresent] bad, and the [tragically] ugly.
Let's get to it.
The Good:Came last week, but I'm counting it anyway. I saw a young man carrying a Louis Vuitton Poche Documents.

Ah, l'amour.
The Bad:This morning was beautiful- sunny, blue skies, perfect [albeit hot as shit] weather. It felt like such a good day, and I woke with the hope of seeing something a tiny bit hip. Chic even. At the very least I was hoping to see anything that didn't cause me to upchuck my lowfat yogurt.
Of course I was dead wrong.
Good morning, Dani! And what should we see strolling down the sidewalk? Leggings. As pants.
And not as in leggings-as-pants under a nicely belted sweater dress [which could be fabulous on the right individual]. I mean leggings-as-pants with a cheek-skimming tank top tunic.
I could see the girl's business. And her thut.
Oh yes, ladies and gents, the thut was VERY prominent. [Normally I would never comment on a body part as a faux pas. I truly believe that people are beautiful in every shape - except for those sporting moobs: I find them unnatural and unsettling.]
For those who are unaware, the thut is that little piece of flesh where the thigh meets up with the butt. Models are bred to be thut-less. For the rest of us it is completely natural.
It is not, however, natural to put it on display. Outside of camel-toe and moose-knuckle it is the single-most disgusting display of flesh I can think of.
I know that Heidi Klum is wearing a TON of shiny leggings on PR lately. [Hers are actually pants. Very, very, very tight pants.] But, as a model, she is not only thutless, but also held to a dfferent set of fashion commandments than the rest of us.
Ladies, leggings are not interchangeable for proper pants. [Truly they're a bit out of style anyway. I'll let it slide if you're wearing them underneath a dress; I know it's hard to let go of our favorite trends. Especially when you're living in a place that is no less than 5 years behind current trends.]
If you want a more fitted bottom, buy a freaking pair of skinny jeans. They are everywhere and come in cuts that are far more flattering than the skin-tight to the ankle skinnies we see the emos walking about in.
The Ugly:Oddly, other than the thut this morning [truthfully that should probably be down here with some lesser infraction above], there was nothing that made me want to vomit. I'd say that makes this Tuesday a success.
Tomorrow I'd like to see a full, belted skirt a la 1954.
"Fashions fade, style is eternal."
- Yves Saint Laurent