If my shopping exploits over the years have taught me one thing, it's this: on the hanger, it may look fabulous, but on the body it may look like a sack o' potatoes -- or vice versa. Sometimes you have to be brave enough to see the potential of an unusual piece, or be smart enough to realize that a gorgeous designer item looks like complete shit.
The necklace below is prime illustration of the above scenario that changed my perspective forever:
This sparkly number was lying sadly in a case at Intermix, 50% off because no one was paying it any attention. It was sort of obvious why: there it was, sitting next to daintier, more feminine jewels, the only piece daring enough to marry heavy hardware with bold rhinestones -- not a combination for the faint of heart. In the case, the necklace looked like a paradox -- slightly cumbersome, a little androgynous, and overall a bit too much. But there was something intriguing about it (aside from the sale price), and I tried it on. The stars aligned at the very moment I buckled the clasp; it took on a different role at that moment, bringing an edgy-gone-ethnic moment to any outfit. I needed it.
That was nearly two years ago, a despite the ever-evolving trend scene that is New York City, it is still a go-to item for me: it glams up leather and roughs up dresses, transcending the androgyny laws that we blindly obey. So if there is a bottom-line, it's this: follow your gut. If something tells you it's worth a try, don't deny your instincts.
The necklace below is prime illustration of the above scenario that changed my perspective forever:
This sparkly number was lying sadly in a case at Intermix, 50% off because no one was paying it any attention. It was sort of obvious why: there it was, sitting next to daintier, more feminine jewels, the only piece daring enough to marry heavy hardware with bold rhinestones -- not a combination for the faint of heart. In the case, the necklace looked like a paradox -- slightly cumbersome, a little androgynous, and overall a bit too much. But there was something intriguing about it (aside from the sale price), and I tried it on. The stars aligned at the very moment I buckled the clasp; it took on a different role at that moment, bringing an edgy-gone-ethnic moment to any outfit. I needed it.
That was nearly two years ago, a despite the ever-evolving trend scene that is New York City, it is still a go-to item for me: it glams up leather and roughs up dresses, transcending the androgyny laws that we blindly obey. So if there is a bottom-line, it's this: follow your gut. If something tells you it's worth a try, don't deny your instincts.
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