Call it the fashion girl uniform, but I stick to a wardrobe palette of black, white, and grey. You know, shades that befit my Goth Queen aesthetic. I’ve always rationalized this by saying that you have to really like yourself to wear all black: it’s stark and dramatic, and there’s nowhere to hide. Or that’s what I told myself. Lately I’ve been wondering if that was really true. Am I happy in black, or do I only wear it because it’s safe? After some soul-searching, I realized that I felt too visible when wearing color, so I avoided it because I don’t want people looking at me. That kind of fear is everything I tell you guys to fight against. So I did something about it. I challenged myself to wear color for a solid week, and document my transformation from Morticia Addams to Rainbow Brite. Here’s everything I wore — and everything that happened — when I tried living that multicolored monochrome life. COLOR VERDICT: I am into wearing red. I look great in red. I may even like crop tops. He assured me that I didn’t, but I still felt like it. This dress is from & Other Stories ($95), and it has a cool ’70s vibe that I’m pretty into. COLOR VERDICT: I’m not feeling orange. These shoes also gave me a blister. Pass. The gold shoes, which are my favorite thing about this, are a discontinued style from J. Crew. The top is a t-shirt I bought at American Apparel so long ago that they no longer make this cut; the bottom is not only extremely abbreviated, but from Zara ($26). And just when you thought this outfit couldn’t get weirder… Wearing something THIS bright and THIS short all day really made me appreciate how good my legs look; suck on this, anyone who says women can’t wear minis past age 30! COLOR VERDICT: Eh. I can take or leave yellow. If I had to buy a yellow bridesmaid dress, I’d live, but I wouldn’t do it voluntarily. I do think I look fly as hell in short-shorts, though. So let’s talk about it. This is a bridesmaids dress from J.Crew (Megan, $250), and I bought it because I had to. I was mega-broke at the time and was like, this is a tonne of money for something this green, but my friend was all, “Oh, you’ll totally wear it again!” This is the greatest lie the devil ever told. YOU WILL NEVER WEAR IT AGAIN, until you’re forced to for a fashion experiment. Take it from me. COLOR VERDICT: Yes to green eye makeup; no to green clothing. Apparently my coloring means that I have to be extremely particular about the shade of green I wear, and that’s way too much work. Yes. YES. I love this color blue; I love this dress; I love how I feel in this outfit. It’s by 5th and Mercer ($250, Shopbop) and I am obsessed with it. My only issue is that I wore this on a day that was 95 degrees, so I sweated my balls off. WORTH IT. Please also observe my ass. This dress is magical to make my butt look like that. For once I have no fruit to compare myself to in a disparaging fashion. This dress was a game-changer. People told me I looked like a First Lady. They stopped me in the street. It was nuts. But it took this dress for me to really realize that there’s nothing virtuous or “cool” exactly about blending in — I was made to stand out. COLOR VERDICT: Bury me in cobalt blue. That is all. But this experiment did make me think about myself differently. I was forced to realize that a lot of the reasons I choose not to wear color are because I don’t think it looks good on me — and it does! Sometimes! This monochrome experiment was a needed reminder for me to take more risks with my ~fashion game~ After all, I could have gone my entire life without realizing how great I look in this red crop top.
title: “I Tried Rainbow Dressing For A Week Here S Everything I Wore” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-12” author: “Frank Thompson”
Call it the fashion girl uniform, but I stick to a wardrobe palette of black, white, and grey. You know, shades that befit my Goth Queen aesthetic. I’ve always rationalized this by saying that you have to really like yourself to wear all black: it’s stark and dramatic, and there’s nowhere to hide. Or that’s what I told myself. Lately I’ve been wondering if that was really true. Am I happy in black, or do I only wear it because it’s safe? After some soul-searching, I realized that I felt too visible when wearing color, so I avoided it because I don’t want people looking at me. That kind of fear is everything I tell you guys to fight against. So I did something about it. I challenged myself to wear color for a solid week, and document my transformation from Morticia Addams to Rainbow Brite. Here’s everything I wore — and everything that happened — when I tried living that multicolored monochrome life. COLOR VERDICT: I am into wearing red. I look great in red. I may even like crop tops. He assured me that I didn’t, but I still felt like it. This dress is from & Other Stories ($95), and it has a cool ’70s vibe that I’m pretty into. COLOR VERDICT: I’m not feeling orange. These shoes also gave me a blister. Pass. The gold shoes, which are my favorite thing about this, are a discontinued style from J. Crew. The top is a t-shirt I bought at American Apparel so long ago that they no longer make this cut; the bottom is not only extremely abbreviated, but from Zara ($26). And just when you thought this outfit couldn’t get weirder… Wearing something THIS bright and THIS short all day really made me appreciate how good my legs look; suck on this, anyone who says women can’t wear minis past age 30! COLOR VERDICT: Eh. I can take or leave yellow. If I had to buy a yellow bridesmaid dress, I’d live, but I wouldn’t do it voluntarily. I do think I look fly as hell in short-shorts, though. So let’s talk about it. This is a bridesmaids dress from J.Crew (Megan, $250), and I bought it because I had to. I was mega-broke at the time and was like, this is a tonne of money for something this green, but my friend was all, “Oh, you’ll totally wear it again!” This is the greatest lie the devil ever told. YOU WILL NEVER WEAR IT AGAIN, until you’re forced to for a fashion experiment. Take it from me. COLOR VERDICT: Yes to green eye makeup; no to green clothing. Apparently my coloring means that I have to be extremely particular about the shade of green I wear, and that’s way too much work. Yes. YES. I love this color blue; I love this dress; I love how I feel in this outfit. It’s by 5th and Mercer ($250, Shopbop) and I am obsessed with it. My only issue is that I wore this on a day that was 95 degrees, so I sweated my balls off. WORTH IT. Please also observe my ass. This dress is magical to make my butt look like that. For once I have no fruit to compare myself to in a disparaging fashion. This dress was a game-changer. People told me I looked like a First Lady. They stopped me in the street. It was nuts. But it took this dress for me to really realize that there’s nothing virtuous or “cool” exactly about blending in — I was made to stand out. COLOR VERDICT: Bury me in cobalt blue. That is all. But this experiment did make me think about myself differently. I was forced to realize that a lot of the reasons I choose not to wear color are because I don’t think it looks good on me — and it does! Sometimes! This monochrome experiment was a needed reminder for me to take more risks with my ~fashion game~ After all, I could have gone my entire life without realizing how great I look in this red crop top.
title: “I Tried Rainbow Dressing For A Week Here S Everything I Wore” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-13” author: “James Weitzman”
Call it the fashion girl uniform, but I stick to a wardrobe palette of black, white, and grey. You know, shades that befit my Goth Queen aesthetic. I’ve always rationalized this by saying that you have to really like yourself to wear all black: it’s stark and dramatic, and there’s nowhere to hide. Or that’s what I told myself. Lately I’ve been wondering if that was really true. Am I happy in black, or do I only wear it because it’s safe? After some soul-searching, I realized that I felt too visible when wearing color, so I avoided it because I don’t want people looking at me. That kind of fear is everything I tell you guys to fight against. So I did something about it. I challenged myself to wear color for a solid week, and document my transformation from Morticia Addams to Rainbow Brite. Here’s everything I wore — and everything that happened — when I tried living that multicolored monochrome life. COLOR VERDICT: I am into wearing red. I look great in red. I may even like crop tops. He assured me that I didn’t, but I still felt like it. This dress is from & Other Stories ($95), and it has a cool ’70s vibe that I’m pretty into. COLOR VERDICT: I’m not feeling orange. These shoes also gave me a blister. Pass. The gold shoes, which are my favorite thing about this, are a discontinued style from J. Crew. The top is a t-shirt I bought at American Apparel so long ago that they no longer make this cut; the bottom is not only extremely abbreviated, but from Zara ($26). And just when you thought this outfit couldn’t get weirder… Wearing something THIS bright and THIS short all day really made me appreciate how good my legs look; suck on this, anyone who says women can’t wear minis past age 30! COLOR VERDICT: Eh. I can take or leave yellow. If I had to buy a yellow bridesmaid dress, I’d live, but I wouldn’t do it voluntarily. I do think I look fly as hell in short-shorts, though. So let’s talk about it. This is a bridesmaids dress from J.Crew (Megan, $250), and I bought it because I had to. I was mega-broke at the time and was like, this is a tonne of money for something this green, but my friend was all, “Oh, you’ll totally wear it again!” This is the greatest lie the devil ever told. YOU WILL NEVER WEAR IT AGAIN, until you’re forced to for a fashion experiment. Take it from me. COLOR VERDICT: Yes to green eye makeup; no to green clothing. Apparently my coloring means that I have to be extremely particular about the shade of green I wear, and that’s way too much work. Yes. YES. I love this color blue; I love this dress; I love how I feel in this outfit. It’s by 5th and Mercer ($250, Shopbop) and I am obsessed with it. My only issue is that I wore this on a day that was 95 degrees, so I sweated my balls off. WORTH IT. Please also observe my ass. This dress is magical to make my butt look like that. For once I have no fruit to compare myself to in a disparaging fashion. This dress was a game-changer. People told me I looked like a First Lady. They stopped me in the street. It was nuts. But it took this dress for me to really realize that there’s nothing virtuous or “cool” exactly about blending in — I was made to stand out. COLOR VERDICT: Bury me in cobalt blue. That is all. But this experiment did make me think about myself differently. I was forced to realize that a lot of the reasons I choose not to wear color are because I don’t think it looks good on me — and it does! Sometimes! This monochrome experiment was a needed reminder for me to take more risks with my ~fashion game~ After all, I could have gone my entire life without realizing how great I look in this red crop top.
