Lately, I feel my blog has decided to be a fashion blog (which is hilarious, as post-graduation I have become the laziest dresser ever), because reasons.
…or, rather, because Arra. When she spotted me walking back from the break-room, she insisted we have another #OOTD shoot. Usually, I have to pester Arra to take my #ootd photos though, so I can’t complain.
I love men’s fashion, especially tailored men’s fashion. From the crisp casual of the hipster set to the pseudo-corpo cool of post-punk and emo kids, my fashion moodboards are full of inspiration from the men’s department. But, bar none, what I consider my favorite type of menswear is the British-tailored, slim-fit, three-piece suit. Men who rock the look, like Tom Hiddleston and Joseph Gordon-Levitt, are instantly imbued with added sex appeal, but what really makes this rather staid, conservative staple almost indecent in its allure…
…is when a woman wears it, and wears it better than a man can.
Behold the queen: Leighton Meester.
I won’t claim to touch the perfection that is Leighton Meester’s suit game, but I did take her as an inspiration for today’s pitch-ready outfit.
Blazer: Louis Féraud (from Mum’s closet)
Shirt: Blue Republic
Tie: Saizen (Robinsons Galleria)
Heels: Marks and Spencer’s
(Photos by Arra Abella of Style Reader)
While overall I admit I look more preppy and less power-dressed, I like the cool severity of the outfit–or at least how cool and severe the look makes me feel. My friend Esther would call something like this “battle armor,” and in a way it kind of is: suiting up is a way of projecting an image of what I could be, versus what I am (an awkward twenty-one year old with a not-so-inner child). It’s a wearable boost of confidence, which is essential in a pitching situation.
(Keeping your eyes closed, though, is not recommended. *posing fail*)
To contrast from the clean lines of the suit (and keep from looking entirely androgynous), I turned my rough waves into loose curls. Kept makeup to a minimum (as a nod to my laziness) with a natural-pink blush and bold cherry lip.
Obviously, this isn’t a suit (which, by nature, is sold in one set: trousers, coat, and waistcoat if ever) so much as a suit-like outfit. I’m still saving up for when I can get an actual suit (or two. Or five.) tailored at Kamuning Market or King Philip (along Arnaiz). Until then, though, I’ll keep trying my best to make a case for why we women wear this look better than boys.