I think most men would tend to agree that life with a fashionista really ain’t easy. Especially a blogging fashionista. They hog all your closet space, they have waaaaay too many shoes and opinions, and when they’re not taking photos, blogging or obsessively checking their iPhones, they have their noses deep in a fashion magazine.
It’s true, non?
Despite the pained expressions our male counterparts exhibit when they look at our feet and see yet another pair of shoes they know they’ve never seen before, deep down, they also love the fact that damn, we dress so well. I’ve always been my own stylist and rarely ask for help when deciding what to wear—and I know better than to ask a man’s opinion of my clothing. If I get a compliment, then I know it’s an outfit that works, but mostly, I dress for me. In the past, I may have asked Hubby to help me select between two pairs of shoes or two shades of polish, but generally that has been the extent of his input.
Over the last year, I’ve noticed something about Hubby’s sartorial leanings—not only is he a good dresser, he actually has a very good eye when it comes to styling me. When given the choice, he nearly always selects what I was leaning toward anyway. So I’ve come to trust his opinion and rather enjoy the idea that when we step out as a pair, my look is often something we kind of designed together.
During some of our closet consultations, we began kicking around the idea of a series of posts in which he styles me for a blog shoot:
“Since [fashion] blogging is such a big part of your life,” Hubby noted, “I just thought, well maybe I should have some input as to what turns me on.“
And that’s how Mr. Stylist came to be. I don’t know how often we’ll collaborate, but whenever he feels like playing dress up doll with me, and I can wrangle an explanation from him, I will try to share.
For our first collaboration, I actually came up with the bottom half of this look…last Saturday I was getting dressed for a breakfast date with Hubby, and I wanted to wear these new leopard print kicks, but in a casual way. So I asked for his input, and Hubby styled it from there. And yes, I did go to Cracker Barrel (ah, America!), and yes, I wore this outfit.
Witchery vest, LOFT shirt, Rich & Skinny cargo pants, Vince Camuto leopard pumps, Tory Burch bracelet.
One reason why I wanted to start a Mr. Stylist series is because I want to know what men really think of women’s fashion. Ladies, I know that you know a lot of what we wear and love (e.g., drop-crotch/harem pants, capris), men find atrocious. I think Hubby is fairly representative of most hetero men, so this is like an inside track into their brains. We can find out what trends and pieces most appeal to them—and which ones don’t.
The top with the stripes reminds me of France, and it highlights your bust. I chose the woolly thing—well I like the woolly thing to start with, but it doesn’t detract from the rest—because it’s enough to keep you warm without hiding it all in the cold weather. I like to see women dress more European…for example in Australia, a lot of the women dress in the same sort of clothing in beachy suburbs. European women mix it up and put things together with class, and more abstract. From my psychological point of view, women dress to compete with other women, and forget about the male part. They seem to be more interested in dressing for other women rather than their partner. They are more interested in attention from females than men.
What I chose is an influence of things I’ve experienced in the past. You’d expect to see someone in the Louvre in Paris with that sort of top on. But the vest reminds me of someone you’d see in Florence, Italy. The pants have a low-key military look; and those are your Zulu warrior shoes.
I probably would never have put this look together, because I’m a real pansy when it comes to print-mixing. And this really isn’t serious print-mixing, but I’m such a minimalist! When he pulled out the striped top, I thought oh no, too many colors going on here. I start getting nervous when more than three colors are represented in discrete items on my body…but somehow, it kind of works. Oh and it “highlights my bust.” Hmmm. Boys.
When I asked Hubby to pick from my outerwear, he immediately went for my grey vest. I told him I thought my black vest would look better; it would pick up on the print in the shoes. But when I tried it on, it was too much—he was right. So I stuck with the grey vest, and he added the gold and black leather cuff, which did pick up on the colors in the shoes. Right again. I had to admit that this look is not typical me, but I loved it. And after Cracker Barrel when we hit the mall, I got several compliments. A gold star for Mr. Stylist!
PS: Zulu warrior? What the hell? Is that what they think when they see leopard print?