I love fashion because it inspires me to tell a visual tale with the routine items of everyday dressing. The functional act of clothing oneself becomes transformed with self-expression, and stories are told without words. In that same vein, fashion trends emerge as tools that confront me about the smaller facets of my identities and histories. I don’t embrace all trends, but have always loved the resurfacing of past favorites, especially when they strongly reflect an era. The mods of the 60s are among these favorites. Structural color blocking of black and white highlighted the artistic turbulence and disruptive world events that shaped my parents’ lives and thus mine. This post is my interpretation of mod with a bit more play and functionality for a day in New York City.
| Zara coat and dress | Via Spiga heels | BCBG necklace | Wolford tights | MNO.logie clutch | Anne Klein watch | Madewell dress |