Biker chic

Chris and I spent a bit of our Saturday on 5th checking out the new iPhone for him and pre-ordering the aforementioned knee high's for me. Fifth Avenue, though, is rarely a one-stop experience, craftily luring sartorial explorers in with clever window displays that seek to define the lifestyle the brand offers. While I don’t believe I’ve ever had the desire to be an edgy Italian biker, Chris (never one to listen to reasonable advice such as “take them to the tailor and have them patched) managed to rip a sizable hole in his Diesel’s recently, and wanted to find a replacement pair. While he perused the denim hoping to find his exact jeans sans-crotch-tear, I happened to find something in that store for the first time in…ever.



Diesel recently paired up with AGV to create this stylish helmet, complete with UV protection visor, zip-off leather neck roll, buckle like your old roller blades had, and a pretty awesome leather faux-mohawk. While the black, white and brown options are very sleek and decidedly diesel, the hunter with brown leather style harkened back to a Ralph Lauren fall aesthetic, and I was immediately hurled into a daydream, imagining myself in this helmet, on my Ural Limited Edition Gear Up Sahara, complete with sidecar for Toby in goggles and a wool scarf.



For now, however, the Ural dream will have to be shelved in favor of the more current uses I have for this DOT certified chapaux, such as something my size to wear on the back of Chris’ Harley or the quads. I’m thrilled to have found a helmet I love that fits me in both size and aesthetic, as apposed to donning one of Chris’ size large ones which wobbles around and causes me to resemble sputnik. So, ever the one to do things backwards, I suppose that now that I have my very own helmet, I should start saving for my very own bike to wear it on (and perhaps look into the rules of the road concerning puppy passengers)

Second Day of Summer, Already Considering Fall Fashion, Typical.

I'm feeling rather neglectful of this blog lately. My last post left certain people objecting vehemently to my honesty, which is unfortunate. Alas, I can't seem to find the time for anything but the truth lately, anything else seems a gargantuan waste of time, and detrimental to creating a pride-of-self.

That short note being said, I wanted to switch to a more pleasant note. Since leaving W in the winter upon completion of my internship, I have begun a job at a company I gush over, ABC Carpet and Home, the gorgeous, eco-friendly home goods and furniture store just above Union Square (where I get to organically and locally produce shop every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and lunch on the days of favorable weather). It is sheer aesthetic and moral perfection (Deepak Chopra being a close friend of the company), and I never want to leave. But, I still check in on W every so often to see what they have to say about my undying love for sartorial exploration. Upon a not-so-recent search, I discovered my quintessential fall pump, to the chagrin of my savings, who thought I had all the shoes I could possibly need--but then, fashion should rarely be about a "need", but a "want-to-need-to-have-to-have", I believe. And here they are, for your viewing pleasure and my future strutting through Union Square pleasure:






I may have to go with the knee highs simply because I have yet to own 5 feet of continuous shoelace.