Wardrobe Essentials: Ten “Perfect 10″ Pieces for Paris

The most recent issue of Matchbook Magazine (a recent obsession) boasts a great article about riding boots. I’ve actually been on the hunt for black leather riding boots for more than a year, and just last night found a pair of Anne Klein black riding boots that I’ve been lusting after.

Having submitted my application to study in Paris, I’m already thinking about what I need to bring. Parisian style is timeless, minimalist and practical (except for heels on cobblestones), so I thought I’d write about the 10 essentials that I’ll be bringing (even though I’m only bringing one suitcase!). I also haven’t written about my “Perfect 10″ in a while, so I thought I’d pay homage to that.

Thus, ladies, the Perfect 10 essentials for my Paris wardrobe:

Crasslee boots, Anne Klein

1. Leather riding boots [CHECK!]. Let’s start with a New England classic. And no, I’m not talking about a North Face jacket. Classic leather riding boots are timeless and should last for years. My mom, who’s in her late 40s just tossed a pair of leather boots she bought in college. They’ve been loved and dyed and resoled, but black leather boots will never go out of style. I’ve been looking for the perfect pair for months, and finally found one that is high quality, reasonably priced, and doesn’t have excessive frills. But if plain black seems a little too boring, I also love a dark brown, which is equally versatile. Or try another kind of boot: I know I love my cowboy boots!

 

 

Reva flats, Tory Burch

2. Not-so-boring flats. The ballet flat is not only comfortable, but it’s a chic, polished alternative to sneakers. Anything with a rubberized sole will be sturdier. Also, this might just be me, but I Febreze the crap out of my flats because my feet sweat buckets in them and I don’t wear socks or anything. Though I’m a huge fan of plain black flats (like black Tory Burch ones that are both sporty and pretty), I feel the tres Parisienne trend is colored or embellished flats. I love red or green ones because they add a punch of unexpected, fun color. Plus, red and denim go incredibly well together.

 

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Jan

I am the green bean casserole

Looking for this picture made me really hungry…

As with most things, I blame my mother.

She’s always been the queen of grammar, scolding innocent passersby for their ignorant misuse of lay and lie. I would never describe her as “subtle;” she used sexual references to teach her eighth grade Catholic class (“‘Lay’ needs an object. You can only ‘lay’ someone or something…”)

Lately I’ve been referring to her as “The Tornado.” Wherever she goes, whatever she feels or thinks, she whips everyone and everything within arm’s length up into her wild tempest of feeling. I’ve been spinning around in her stormy wake since conception, and I can’t get enough… but I digress.

When I had trouble sleeping in high school, she asked me why. I explained that I had so much spinning around in my head: music and feelings and stresses, oh my. And she told me to write it all down. So I did.

Sometimes when I have a stray thought, I like to entertain myself by tracing it back through the conversation in my head, charting how I got to thinking so intently about, say, why green bean casserole has those oniony chips in it.

Suppose I am the green bean casserole right now, sitting at my desk at one of the most highly acclaimed papers in the country. How did I get to this point, why am I writing?

And it all comes back to her. There have been others along the way—teachers and mentors and authors and experiences. But it all started with an overly loud head, a brown lined leather notebook, and my mother.

06

Jan

First Boston Globe Bylne

And on a somewhat related note, my first Boston Globe byline came out today. About David Bowie, of all things. Page 23… and they spelled my name right. Here’s the full story… NIGHTWATCH: Third Annual Videodrome Discoteque David Bowie Birthday Party.

More to come!

06

Jan

WOOF Magazine – Issue 1

It’s out, it’s printed, it’s full of mistakes (I used “shared oxygen” twice in the same paragraph, and somehow my self-deprecating humor comes off more like a snobby know-it-all), but I DON’T CARE!! Ladies and gents, the first issue of WOOF Magazine is printed, disbursed on campus and live on the Internet. I couldn’t be more proud or more exhausted.

Open publication – Free publishingMore college

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