I don’t recall where I read this, but recently I was scanning an interview with some glamourpoof who claimed that the Vogue editors’ uniform in the early ’90s was a pair of black leggings with a boy’s Land’s End shirt. The women’s shirts at Brooks always feel too fitted to me, and J. Crew is made for gangle peoples (a tribe to which I do not belong), so I looked into said shirts and decided to order a few. At $25, they’re absurdly reasonable, and I realized when checking out that you can get them monogrammed on the chest or cuff for just a few buckaroos more ($6). For full Wasp fx, go block letters, natch:
Photo via moi.
I ordered one in a 20 for extra giant bagginess and one in an 18 for “ooh just a lil baggy.” Both are giant in that “God it’s giant it’s beautiful” way.
School Uniform Boys’ Long Sleeve Oxford Shirt, $25.
Leave it to Rebecca Minkoff to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.
You guys, there I was on Friday, just minding my own business, tweeting my tweets, writing rap lyrics for my first album (which is actually just a bunch of CD-RW’s of L’Trimm's Grab It! with “Pizza’s Debut Album” written in sharpie), when lo and behold, a gift arrived for me from the queens of cool at Rebecca Minkoff: the Cooper Clutch.
As you can see, it’s a leather buckle beauty with rabbit hair trim. More like rad-bit hair, if you ask me. It’s the perfect Night Bag, because not only is it covered in fur—meaning it will never be like “Ugh I’m so cold, can I borrow your jacket? I’m just soooo cold”—but it’s big enough for a book. Too many Nite Timez bags are the size of my heart (which is historically small unless I’m looking at a pair of cool shoes), meaning it’s impossible to carry a book with you. You need a book if you’re going anywhere or no one will take you seriously and then you’ll never get a book deal or a modeling contract.
Look at moi: old Smarmageddon here. Wearing a plaid skirt suit with a fox fur collar by the sadly defunct (but maybe returning?) label ADAM by Adam Lippes. This is one of the kewlest sewts I own. Black Mickey sweatshirt from Dear Rivington.
Those Dalmatian boots are from Joe Fresh, which is a rad place if I’ve ever been to a rad place (which I have, natch). They look cool with everything. I got them a month ago and they don’t seem to be available online, but you know what? Stop trying to be like me. Stop trying to buy everything I have, or you won’t get invited to my Colonial Era Candle Making Party. And you really don’t want to miss this party—look at this photo from the last one:
Everyone was out of their mind on ecstasy, as you can see.
IT’S FASHION WEEK!!!!! Which means nothing.
IN OTHER BREAKING NEWS: according to the New York Times, Man Buns are the new IT-THING. (Weird, I thought it was this guy, but what do I know?) So exciting! Will women be DARING enough to try man buns?? Will it be the next crossover trend, like bow ties and Brogues and pants before it, to fall in the menswear-as-womenswear battle that’s been raging for the past decade? Would Annie Hall wear a man bun? Would Ellen? Would whoever this person is that came up when I googled “boys dressed as girls?”
You guys, honestly, I mean, we’ll really just have to wait and see.
In other other news, welcome to another episode of On the Couch with Pizza Rulez!
Colorblock dress by Sonia Rykiel. New nose by Dr. Boyfriend.
Looking towards the future; it’s a future filled with fame and fortune. Boots by Finsk.
Yo, here’s me with a giant bow on my head:
And look at my cool neckline!!!!! I am on the cutting edge, always!!!!!!!
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Now go visit Dr. Boyfriend for more biting wit and biting dogs.
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