fool's gold: comme les garcons

I fell in love with comme des garcons simply because its name. I am still a fan, though for different and more logical reasons. "Like the boys" - exactly how my father dressed me growing up. [My mother's styling was entirely different. So much so one can look at my outfit in any picture and accurately point out my stylist.] I have pictures of myself at 6, wearing polo, jeans, and vans (oh I detested those vans). Even my mary janes had a spectator/oxford twist to them. I envied other girls in lace princess dresses and normal patent leather mary janes. Alas, I had loafers too. Despite the growing pains, the adult me likes how I was dressed. That predilection toward androgyny and masculinity has become a habit. I am hopelessly addicted to men's shirting, blazers, and oxford. There is something charming about ambiguity. I am not a fan of phallic interpretation of sexy, i.e. body constricting, cleavage revealing, leg baring garments. The suggestion of fertility and fecundity is very pre-historic. A slightly concealed or misrepresented femininity on the other hand intrigues the observer far more. In the blogosphere I found kindred spirits. (photos from the sartorialist, jak and jil, carolines mode)

YSL le smoking, who can forget the original