This post probably means I will never be invited to the Lucky Style Collective or the mag’s even more clever concept, the Lucky Community—where bloggers get to become “contributors” and create original content for Lucky magazine’s site for free—but that doesn’t really matter, because:
A. I’m not interested in writing for someone else for free, and
B. I’m probably not in Lucky’s target demographic anyway.
Bearing that in mind, despite the fact that I am not Lucky’s target audience at the ancient age of 40, I
am was a subscriber and a woman with a deep awareness of fashion and style, so when I opened up the January 2013 issue and saw this, I had to Instagram my WTF moment:
I was not alone in my disappointment in this ridiculous look. These IGers had a few things to say too:
Anatomy of a Hot Mess
Lucky editors, I know you want to help us navigate trends like pattern-mixing, layering, and use of bold colors, but all in one outfit? No. No. No.
Let’s break this down:
- Three layers on top. Three layers of long sleeves. Can you fathom attempting to sit at a desk and type (with arms bent at the elbow) on your keyboard for oh, six hours or so? I’d lose all feeling in my fingers due to lack of circulation.
- The “unexpected” denim shirt paired with ANYTHING. Will denim shirts please just crawl back to the ranches they came from and DIE already?!
- Three different collar styles, two of which definitely don’t work together.
- There are roughly a dozen colors in this look. 12 colors, four patterns, four bracelets, one necklace, and a bright-ass clutch.
So yeah, it is indeed a hot mess, inside and out. Long sleeves in triplicate? Hope she was wearing anti-perspirant in triplicate too. You know girlfriend is only fake-smiling ’cause they paid her.
Lucky Magazine: Your Ultimate Printed Guide to Man Repelling
And then I turned a few pages and saw this and had another Insta-rant:
They took a fantastic skirt by Suno that is a wearable work of art (and some killer LAMB kicks), threw a leather bra over a tee (who wears that?); added a coat that covers three-quarters of the focal point (the skirt); put a big sloppy bag in her hand that doesn’t complement the crisp, geometric feel of the skirt; and to top it all off, added the ugliest gloves on earth. GLOVES that are meant for warmth, not a statement. WITH BARE LEGS AND OPEN-TOED SANDALS. The logic escapes me.
Oh, and I tested my man-repelling theory. When I showed the spread to my husband, as I lamented the travesty before my eyes, he said:
“She went from sexy to…Nana.”
Uh-huh. Not that looking sexy is everyone’s goal. But Lucky could help us by not suggesting impractical, crazy cat lady looks, don’t you think?
Have you discontinued a magazine subscription because of repeat offenses of this nature? Do you often look at an editorial and wonder what in the hell the stylist was thinking?