When there’s no one to dress for
We all dress for someone because we all dress to: appease a gaze, to thwart a gaze, earn a gaze, ruffle a gaze, deflect a gaze, become a gaze.
But the thing about living in New York is that this gaze is often faceless. We don’t know who we’re dressing for, but we know we’re dressing for someone. At best, it’s the strangers we live among and because of that anonymity, it feels more benevolent. Like it doesn’t strip you of your personal power.

On the contrary, there’s a magic and a mystery about it — the outfits wrapped up in the rush of leaving home to go out for coffee. To drop off our kids at the bus. To get on the subway, or hit up the farmers market, to get some frozen yogurt.
It’s part of the deal with living in New York and one of the reasons that even if you come in thinking that you don’t have or care about style, your perspective eventually shifts.
And even the expressions born out of convenience inherit what becomes an intentional gaze. So, yes, there’s always a third party gaze at play, but I suspect that the reason they often say that the style in New York is so “out there” is because it’s not personal, because we dress for strangers. As a result I think these expressions start to feel more intentional, can get freakier, a little more risky.
The stakes are low! They don’t even know me! The lurex, the surf pants, the weird ribbon too! It’s all coming out today.


But during these last quiet weeks of August, when you can count the passersby to your right and left, when the stale air starts to move and there are people out there but not nearly as many as you’d imagine — when you can actually feel the city’s resting energy, like the raw material that emanates from the pavement, you realize that all this time, you thought you were dressing for the strangers but in fact they were just burying the character that is New York. When it’s the city you dress for, when no one else intercepts, what is it that you reach for to wear?
Turns out when it’s just me and the streets, I live out many of the island’s stereotypes.
All black



Efficient

Animated but still straightforward —

Cool

Casual



The last 3 looks here, more than anything else, reflect an in-between weather inversion.


The window is tiny for this impulse but the gist is simple: tank tops and closed toe shoes (as opposed to like, sweaters or jackets and open toe shoes).





One chip in the way of reinforcement, if you’re to ask me, that the west is coming for us.

Enjoy the last week of August.
Love,
Leandra








Saw the Louboutin loafers the other day and thought, ”these look like something Leandra might like” —— bingo!
All your looks are "irreverent" (as they used to say about Vivienne Westwood) but I especially love the cropped flares with cowboy boots which for me bring back 1994 Tarantino and or 1967 and Riot on the Sunset Strip.