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IMG_1890Shag coat from LF stores, sweater courtesy of Uniqlo, BDG ‘Twig Grazer’ skinny jeans, Sorell Accessories rabbit fur snood, Furla ‘Metropolis’ cross body bag in silver, Nike Air Max Lunar90 sneakers customized with Nike iD.

I think we and our feet can agree that the sneaker’s ongoing presence as a stylish fashion statement is a wonderful thing. But cool sneakers that will provide both comfort and flair are expensive, and personally, I always feel like I’m settling if I choose from an in-store collection. That’s why I think Nike’s customization program, Nike iD, is well worth the few extra bucks and the five-week wait. I customized these Air Max Lunar90 kicks with the ’90s era in mind, drawing inspiration from the colors and patterns of Will Smith’s funky and famous wardrobe as the Fresh Prince. Pairing sneakers like this with bohemian pieces, like this shag “coatigan” and wool hat, along with luxe accessories (real or faux, fur is your friend!) makes for a casual-chic look that oozes style without taking itself too seriously, just like the Prince himself.

Photos by Annie Quinn

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Beauty, Fashion, Humor, Pop Culture, Promotional

Taking Bill Murray to Brunch

It’s Monday, so let’s talk about the weekend…

DSC_0827-13Piece Apparel Bill Murray sweatshirt over an LF blouse, J Brand ‘Maria’ skinnies, ALDO ‘Istrago’ heeled sandals.DSC_0814-10

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Who doesn’t love Bill Murray? Not only is he an accomplished actor who’s consistently made audiences laugh and truly think since the ’70s, but he’s also proven to be one of the most mysterious and spontaneous members of the SAG. It won’t take you much time lurking on Reddit to discover elaborate stories about Bill Murray’s wild nights with unassuming fans who are left baffled by the actor’s nonchalant sense for adventure, and his apparent ability to disappear out of thin air. Between his hilarious days on SNL, to his tender moments with Scarlett Johansson in Lost in Translation, to his roles in the wacky world of Wes Anderson, I was so stoked to see that Piece Apparel included Mr. Murray in their “Old Man Crew” collection of sweatshirts, which also honors men such as Rod Stewart, Jerry Seinfeld, and Johnny Cash.

With respect to Bill’s affection for the unexpected, I decided not to pair my oversized sweatshirt with boxers or my TV remote, and instead dressed it up Sunday-brunch style. In my experience, brunch isn’t such an obviously glamorous occasion. It’s usually a group of hungover friends peeling themselves off their mattresses in the interest of good food, good stories from the night before, and, questionably enough, more drinks. That being said, Instagram and other social media outlets have deemed brunch the official favorite activity of “betches,” and, fortunately or unfortunately, an obligatory photo op. Brunch-obsessed consumers have prompted fashion magazines to address brunch outfits on the regular, and they typically suggest flouncy, frilly ensembles that seem more appropriate for an old-fashioned tea party or somebody’s baby shower. So, if you’re like me, and tend to wake up on Saturday and/or Sunday morning lacking the energy to mix joyful prints, or just want to be more comfy than you ever could be in a strappy sundress, try dressing up your favorite sweatshirt or tee with forgiving stretch-skinnies, a statement bag, and a bold lip. (A good shade of lipstick and big sunnies are the best tools for looking polished when you’re feeling less-than.) I think graphics with a sense of humor, like these other witty tops by Piece Apparel, make the perfect palette for a look that’s chic, but not too serious, which is exactly how brunch should feel when you’re doing it right. For those who feel confident in their styling abilities, add a statement necklace or a Peter Pan collar to further elevate your look. As for shoes, go with something comfortable but sleek. While I personally find these ALDO heeled sandals light as air, if the idea of walking in heels after a long night out makes you want to crawl back under the covers, just reach for your favorite pair of ballet flats or slides.

Photos by Miranda Mu

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Essays, Feminism, Humor, Pop Culture

LOL: I Received Death Threats For Saying I Don’t Think Shailene Woodley is a Good Actress

Before I get into the details of the title of this post, I’d like to apologize for my near month-long hiatus from the Sauce. I’ve been getting back into the swing of school, trying to become a legitimate adult who doesn’t smoke weed every day and does laundry on a regular basis, and spending quality time with my boyfriend, friends and family without checking social media every minute. Oh, and I cut off about eight inches of my hair and bleached the ends, and I am LOVING it—but more on that another time. I’ve been meaning to let my readers in on the fact that I consider myself a writer first and a stylist second. I’ve been meaning to write more essays about pop culture and feminism on the blog, and last night presented the perfect opportunity to start.

A while back, some journalist or whatever (it’s a loose term these days) asked 22-year-old actress Shailene Woodley if she identifies as a feminist. It’s something the media wants every woman in the public eye to address right now—not because it’s a crucial topic, but more often because, in a disgrace to the idea of feminism itself, it has, in many ways, become a misguided trend that certain people carry around like a handbag. Don’t get me wrong; society has made some incredible feminist progress lately, but there are also many people who don’t actually know what feminism means (cough, cough, Rhianna) and who seem to say “I’m a feminist!” the same way they might say “I’m wearing Valentino!” Shailene Woodley is not one of those people. Her response to the question was basically that she does not identify as a feminist because she doesn’t believe it’s appropriate to suggest that women are superior to men. Clearly, Woodley was a little confused on the topic, and the media consequently pounced on the opportunity to shame her for this, which bothered me. For one thing, Woodley is quite young—a year younger than myself—and, given that she’s starred in a new movie just about every hour for several years now, I think it’s safe to say she hasn’t had time to take a Women’s Studies course, which is where I came to comprehend the true meaning of feminism, a mere year before the dialogue on feminist issues became the lively, ubiquitous one it is today. Without the luxury of taking that course on gender-related social conflict (a subject that should be required of all liberal arts programs), I’m not so sure my response would have been any better informed than Woodley’s. Secondly, Shailene Woodley is an actress: it isn’t exactly her job to talk about social/political issues or to explain the concept of feminism to the rest of us, and even though her level of celebrity comes with a certain level of responsibility, I still don’t think it was right for her to be cornered or criticized in this way. I also happen to think she’s not a very good actress.

I must admit, I can be a film and television snob. I have my guilty pleasures, but for the most part, I’m picky and critical when it comes to film. Film and television are two of my foremost passions, perhaps in part because dialogue is my favorite component of writing. I literally watch a full movie almost every day, and I’ve gone out of my way to study the subject formally even though I am an English Literature major (Boston University offers some wonderful film/lit combo courses), so I’ve been trained to hold all aspects of film, including actor performances, to a certain standard. I should state that I do understand movies should be judged for what they are: not every movie is made to be an Oscar-worthy, meaningful masterpiece; in fact, most movies simply serve to entertain a specific demographic, but, in my opinion, that shouldn’t affect an actor’s drive to convey their characters authentically. Before I say anything about Woodley’s acting ability, I should also confess that I haven’t seen The Descendants (2011), which was Woodley’s breakout, critically acclaimed movie, nor have I seen this year’s blockbuster Divergent, because, you know, I’m not in high school. (See? I can be a snob.) I did, however, recently watch Woodley’s movies The Spectacular Now (2013), The Fault in Our Stars (2014), and White Bird in a Blizzard (2014), all of which are based on successful young adult novels, and I feel strongly that Woodley’s performances in all three were weak, synthetic, forced, and mechanical. Woodley wasn’t my only problem with these movies. I thought The Spectacular Now was a flat-noted rip-off of an iconic movie called Say Anything (1989). Maybe you’ve heard of it? I also thought Woodley received a little too much applause when she cut her hair for her role as a cancer patient in The Fault in Our Stars, based on the novel by John Greene (which I happened to enjoy). She’s not the first actor to alter her appearance for a role, but she is the only one I can think of whose “team” felt compelled to share a tearful video of the transformation, and, you know, there are actual people with cancer who don’t get paid millions to lose their hair. Anyway, while the book made me cry, the film adaptation of The Fault in Our Stars made me cringe. Plenty of filmmakers have managed to gracefully incorporate today’s technology into their movies, while the masterminds behind The Fault in Our Stars decided the best way to depict teen-texting in a tale of complex love and intense loss would be…animation? As for Woodley, she can’t be blamed for that flaw, but I felt she made the character seem a bit too apathetic, although perhaps this was her subconscious reaction to her costar Ansel Elgort’s painfully cheesy performance (—acting is reacting!!!). The trailer for White Bird in a Blizzard promised a suspenseful and unique coming of age story, but it’s actually just another movie that perpetuates the notion that husbands “walk out” on their families, while wives “disappear.” (Let us always keep in mind that both men and women are victims of gender stereotyping.) Not to mention, it’s a total bore. The entire movie seems to avoid its own plot (that Woodley’s character’s mother has mysteriously vanished), and is mostly comprised of Woodley and Gabourey Sidibe taking swigs of vodka and having cliché conversations about loss of virginity, as if it is the single most important goal a girl will encounter. The way Woodley and Sidibe read their lines is reminiscent of a high school play, but not of high school itself. Neither Woodley nor I was 17 years old so long ago, and yet, based on her performances in these movies, you’d think she has no memory of that chapter in her life. Well, maybe she doesn’t; after all, she’s been playing the role of an adolescent girl on-screen since 2008, so it’s possible that she never really got to be one. Either way, if an actress takes on a role, I expect her to fulfill it, and I feel that Woodley repeatedly misses the mark. And I know you might think that I’m pompously over-analyzing movies meant for an age group that hasn’t fully matured, but if you compare these current hyped-up teen flicks to classics like The Breakfast Club (1985) and Mean Girls (2004), you might realize that the quality of these newer movies actually patronizes the teenage demographic.

Let me digress for a moment and explain something about myself. There are few things I value more than humor; I love fashion, but I live for laughs. In spite of my stylish social media presence, I spend most of my time in sweats, trolling Netflix, Amazon, and On Demand for fresh comedy that will make me laugh out loud. I have been watching South Park religiously since it first aired in 1997—when I was seven. I have watched almost every stand-up special (and every documentary about stand-up comedy) available on Netflix more than once. I believe that comedy helps us better understand the world and each other, and that it helps us heal. Comedy colors so much of my identity as a woman, as an American, as a person of Jewish faith, and as a human being trying to get through each day with a smile. Making people laugh makes me feel good, and as sentimental as I can be about humor, I also tend to revel in the “mean” kind of jokes that society so badly wants women to avoid. Needless to say, I adored and admired Joan Rivers, and I was devastated by her passing. Sarah Silverman, another hero of mine, put it perfectly when she wrote of Rivers, “She was 81 and she was taken too soon.”  In many ways, Joan gave me permission to be the dynamic type of woman I am today—a woman who can be fashionable and funny without feeling like a contradiction. Joan knew the importance of laughing a little at everyone, including herself. When she died, there were plenty of “haters,” if you will, who expressed bizarre happiness over the comedienne’s death, probably because Rivers had at one point made scathing, but nonetheless harmless jokes about said haters’ favorite celebrities. Part of me wanted to retaliate against those who celebrated Rivers’ death instead of her life, but if I know one thing, it’s that if there is an afterlife, Joan is somewhere laughing her ass off at those negative remarks, and blowing kisses at the people who cracked jokes about the fact that the Queen of plastic surgery died on the operating table. She would have loved that. Anyway, Joan’s particular sense of humor had a major impact on my own, and my sense of humor is something of which I’ve always been quite proud.

So, last night, after Modern Family and South Park, I decided to give Woodley another chance, and rented White Bird in a Blizzard, mostly because I really liked director Gregg Araki’s classic stoner movie Smiley Face (2007). (See? I’m only a snob to an extent.) Unfortunately, I found myself sitting through another one of Woodley’s dull portrayals of a young woman “discovering herself,” and so I tweeted, without hesitation, and perhaps in the spirit of honoring Joan Rivers, “It’s not Shailene Woodley’s job to accurately define feminism. Her job is acting. She just happens to suck at that too.” I gave myself a laugh, and didn’t give it much thought, because my tweets typically get little to no attention, and because it never occurred to me that my stance on Woodley’s performances would matter to anyone. After all, it wasn’t a comment on her character, just on the way she portrays fictional characters…No one in Twitter Land had anything to say about my two prior tweets that day: “I hate when a piece of food I really want refuses to get aboard my utensil and into my mouth. #GetInMyBelly”, and “GAP’s ‘dress normal’ campaign is giving me rage blackout. #BeAnIndividual.” My Woodley joke, however, did make some waves. Within seconds, Divergent diehards were ripping me apart. I was asked not “h8.” I was called a “wannabe hipster” and told to “go do a photo shoot with a pumpkin spice latte” (I don’t drink coffee). I was repeatedly reminded that Woodley has received close to thirty nominations for various awards, which I will admit is pretty impressive for such a young actress. However, in an era where ten films get nominated for the Academy Award for Best Picture just so the Oscars will have higher ratings, and since the majority of Woodley’s nominations have come from less prestigious associations that specifically honor young actors’ performances in projects targeting the teen demographic (a Teen Choice Award isn’t exactly proof of notable talent in my book), I’m just…not convinced that she’s so exceptional. I was told, in myriad ways, to shut the fuck up. These comments made me laugh harder than my own, but then I was told that I am “the reason white people are perceived as retards”, which I found especially troubling, because I don’t think my negative opinion of a young starlet’s career to date warrants using the word retard in that ugly, derogatory manner, and because I’m not sure how or why my opinion on Woodley as a professional actress could trigger such racism. (Plus, I’m 99.9% sure that Woodley is white…so I was pretty confused about that particular person’s point.) And then a shocking number of people said they would kill me.

Everyone knows the expression that no press is bad press, and maybe that’s true. Regardless, I have to admit, receiving death threats freaked me out a little—though perhaps not as much as the incalculable spelling errors in those threats. (If you regularly spell words with numbers instead of letters, you should reevaluate your life.) Mostly, I was left thinking, What’s the big fucking deal? I realize that Shailene Woodley is the star of many popular movies based on beloved young adult novels, and that she sits front row at Miu Miu fashion shows. However, as far as I know, she hasn’t actually won any of the more high-profile awards to discredit my opinion (the operative word being opinion—there are plenty of actors with Golden Globes and Oscars under their belts whose work I also dislike); Woodley certainly isn’t making progressive feminist speeches at the U.N. that bring me to tears (for the record, I don’t think Emma Watson’s acting track record is so hot, either), and, most importantly, who the fuck threatens someone’s life for not loving an actress’s body of work? For years now, I have considered social media to be a venue for jokes, and it makes me sad that there are people out there who feel compelled to take this side of pop culture so seriously. If you consider the history of the entertainment industry, you’ll realize that criticism plays an integral role in the fun of it all—and that’s what I was doing: having fun; so I find it highly disconcerting that Woodley’s Twitter fans took such a violent approach to enjoying her work. If you love an actor/actress, do you need complete strangers to agree? Ultimately, it’s not a big deal. I realize that I have a minuscule following, and that Twitter users will be over me and onto the next apparent travesty before I even finish writing this. What does bother me is that I honestly believe that if I’d previously tweeted something about how Woodley was wrongly criticized for her misguided commentary on feminism, no one would have noticed.

If you read my blog regularly, you might remember my angry rant regarding people’s negative Facebook comments about Lena Dunham’s body, and you might be thinking to yourself that I of all people should understand how it feels to be upset by savage remarks about a celebrity one holds in high esteem. There’s a difference, though, between judging someone for their appearances, and judging someone for the quality of their work. I honestly don’t care about Shailene Woodley’s looks, the same way Dunham’s body doesn’t affect my perspective on the integrity of her career. You might also be thinking to yourself, Didn’t Joan Rivers host a weekly show called Fashion Police, on which she eviscerated various celebrities for their appearances, and aren’t I therefore being extremely hypocritical? That’s a very good question! However, Rivers never, to my knowledge, suggested that a person’s outfit choices had anything to do with talent, and I feel that many people discredit and dismiss Lena Dunham’s work simply because they find her physically unappealing. I discredited Woodley’s work solely based on her work itself. Ultimately, I’m sure Shailene Woodley is the wonderful lady her fans so ferociously insist she is, I just don’t think her talent matches the hype, and I really don’t think that’s a good reason to want me dead. And not for nothing, but you know who definitely doesn’t give a shit about my Woodley joke? The young actress who makes millions of dollars and has millions of fans (who are apparently prepared to kill to defend her honor) and sits in the front row at Miu Miu runway shows. So I don’t think Shailne Woodley is a good actress…Kill me!

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Lena Dunham: Why Are You Still Talking About Her Body?

Fashion Food for Thought…

Today is Lena Dunham’s 28th birthday. I’d like you to take that in—consider all she has accomplished by this young age, and how much you yourself achieved, or hope to achieve, by 28. In honor of her birthday, one of my favorite fashion magazines posted a picture on Facebook of Lena in a lovely dress, with a link to a compilation of that magazine’s favorite witty and wise quotes from Ms. Dunham. This made me happy…until I saw the first four comments. One man wrote, in all capital letters, “FAT SLOB.” I browsed this guy’s profile pictures. He is well overweight. Another man wrote, “What a mess!” Yes: a young woman with a wildly successful and dynamic career, incalculable accolades for said career, and a positive self-image…such a mess! Another young woman commented, “She is fate.” Since that doesn’t make sense, I presume this person was attempting to write, “She is fat.” Actually, Lena Dunham is a talented writer, and one should probably grasp the spelling of first-grade level, three-letter words before deciding to scathe her. The only remotely positive comment I saw on this post read, “LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT!” Assuming the woman who wrote this is not Lena Dunham’s mother and doesn’t know Lena Dunham personally at all, what does that even mean? Dunham has never been accused of any kind of lewd or criminal behavior that we often see and associate with young starlets, and her evidently loving, healthy relationship with her musician boyfriend has never, to my knowledge, been scandalous enough for the tabloids. So—and maybe I’m the one with the problem here—I can’t help but figure that this Facebook user’s “loving” remark was her way of saying, “I enjoy your work even though you are not conventionally attractive.”

Ok, where do I begin? Everyone wants to know why Lena Dunham chooses to expose her body so frequently on GIRLS, but fewer people seem to wonder why Sports Illustrated needs an annual swimsuit edition (although I must send good vibes to those who called out the magazine for that totally bizarre Barbie thing), or why the annual Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show is such a hyped-up televised event. Here’s the thing, and I know this may shock some people…but skinny folks aren’t the only ones having sex. In fact, skinny people aren’t the only ones who receive sexual attention and affection. HBO’s GIRLS, whether you like the show or not, attempts to depict the real-life experiences of twenty-somethings (who come in all shapes and sizes), and sex is a big part of that. Sex generally plays a large role in most of stages of life, but as a twenty-something myself, I think I can attest to the fact that sex and dating cause especially extreme confusion during this chapter—and I can’t speak for everyone, but I’m pretty sure most people don’t wear clothes during intercourse. With the freedom HBO gives its shows, why should Dunham have to reduce the verisimilitude of the highly relatable sexual content in GIRLS just because she doesn’t look like those girls in Sports Illustrated? (Isn’t that kind of the point of the show itself?—that is focuses on regular girls?) Something tells me Dunham is more satisfied with titles such as writer, director, actress, and Golden Globe-winner than she would be with Victoria’s Secret Angel, and society needs to allow her to take pride in those roles she does fulfill. After all, it’s not like she sought out to be a style icon. If anything, viewers should feel vexed by how other TV shows that claim to convey the human sexual experience, such as Showtime’s Masters of Sex, seem to exclusively cast actors who do meet society’s unrealistic standards of physical beauty. I also can’t help but speculate that, if Dunham did fit into our culture’s warped conventions, people wouldn’t be so disgusted by her nudity, and the vast majority would harp on how miraculous it was that a “beautiful” woman could also be so intelligent and successful.

Please do not think I am shaming models or any female public figures who do fit the typical description of “beauty”; as a fashion enthusiast and blogger, I am aware of the genuine hard work that goes into modeling careers (plus, for every five remotely attractive pictures you see of me on this blog, there are about a hundred blackmail-worthy shots, too), and as a lover of “high fashion” in particular, I know and appreciate that the models in fashion magazines and on high-profile runways usually have unconventional features, themselves. In the interest of full disclosure, I should probably also admit that I am entirely guilty of worshipping various models, actresses, singers, etc. based on their physical features and outfits alone. Still, it bothers me that someone like supermodel Miranda Kerr receives little to no criticism for building a career based on her body, and is constantly praised for things like birthing a child, practicing yoga, and sleeping with magic “healing” crystals on her nightstand, while Dunham’s accomplishments are so frequently overshadowed by the scrutiny of her physique. However, as I’ve mentioned before, this issue does come full-circle: while society urges Dunham to put more effort into her looks, many of us who do take fashion seriously are automatically stamped as shallow and unintellectual. Although writing a fashion blog may seem to highlight the importance of appearances, my goal as a fashion blogger is actually to highlight the importance of self-expression, and in that regard, Lena Dunham is more of a role model to me than many of the people who are directly connected to the fashion industry. As a devoted fan of GIRLS, I can honestly say that Dunham’s body never phases me, because her body is essentially beside the point. Of course some of those scenes make me uncomfortable at times—ambiguous relationships and sexual encounters in the midst of quarter-life crises are fucking uncomfortable—but I watch each episode feeling relieved and empowered, because Dunham so accurately portrays and represents the excitement and the awkwardness that come with romantic and sexual discovery. Regardless of my dress size, when I watch Lena Dunham on GIRLS—that “fat slob,” as some call her—I see myself. And so, I just have one question: why are you still talking about her body?10312416_10152260589807562_3503956057375354444_n

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