“Vintage” Moschino top, American Apparel skirt, Sandro creepers, Furla ‘Graffiti Candy Bon Bon’ mini cross body bag, Eddie Borgo bracelet, Oliver Peoples sunglasses, Nars Lipstick in ‘Schiap’
From now on, whenever I refer to something as “vintage” with quotation marks in the credits caption, that means it previously belonged to my mother. Anyone who knows me (or has followed my blog work closely) knows that my mom is my ultimate style icon. She’s classic with an edge, and always, always cool. I really can’t think of a better word, and I feel so lucky, because I know it’s not a word everyone associates with their parents, especially when it comes to sartorial choices. As a little girl, I absolutely loved when my mom wore this Moschino newspaper-print shirt, and I would even put in requests for her to wear it if she’d be making an appearance in front of a lot of my friends. To loosely quote Mean Girls, she’s not a regular mom, she’s a cool mom, and I wanted everyone to know. I think this shirt is a really fun example of where our style overlaps, and I’m so glad she’s given it to me and let me integrate it into my wardrobe. Having this piece of my mother’s fashion history is also special to me because my mom really cherishes her mornings with the newspaper, always completes the New York Times crossword puzzle, and regularly sends me pictures of newspaper comics that apply to our lives.
My mother typically—and ever so coolly—paired this top with an incredible Christian Dior bag with automobile-inspired details that I’ve never seen anyone else carry, which has also been one of my favorite items in her closet for as long as she’s owned it. (See an image of the handbag here, and Mom, if you’re reading this, whenever you decide that bag is “vintage,” you know I’ll gladly take it off your hands. Literally. (Don’t worry, I know that’s not happening.)) When I brought home my new, delicious Furla candy bag, I recalled my mom’s bold shirt-and-bag combination, and I knew I should style in the same direction…sort of. My mother would never wear these platform shoes—or dye her hair purple, for that matter. That being said, I’m pretty sure my father owned very similar shoes when he was playing in rock bands in the 70s, so they technically stay within the family theme. (Be honest: at this point, you’re more jealous of my parental situation than my outfit.) Anyway, the best part of being my parents’ daughter is the fact that they’ve always encouraged me to be myself and follow my fashion intuition. I think the shirt, bag, and shoes share a joyous vibe and flow with each other, while the pleated skirt, which is more on the prim side, matures the whole outfit without taming it too much.
P.S. Happy 33rd Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
P.P.S. Call your parents, everyone!
Photos by Annie Quinn