Drool

I don't often find myself revisiting a blog to stare lustfully at any given garment, but Caroline's Mode has had me doing just that with this dip dyed leather jacket by the UK leather aficionados, Muubaa. I hadn't heard of the design house before, but after painstakingly perusing their website (and drool-worthy blog), I have swiftly fallen in love. I am stuck in the uncomfortable position of wanting to reduce my use of animal products (I recently watched Vegucation and it's been resonating with me ever since) while my appreciation, and fashion's innovative utilization, of leather deepens and expands. There is something about the investment in leather that feels so adult, a commitment to a style, to a statement, to a piece - I love it. As I feel myself approaching other things that smack of adulthood - a profession, an income, a "home" - leather seems to be a silver lining.

The price tag is, of course, around 600$, so until the pay cheque I anticipate comes with adulthood materializes, this gorgeous jacket will stay snuggly in my dreams.

Dreaming of Rain

I am overjoyed to be the new owner of  a classic, raglan sleeve, long Burberry trench. Overjoyed. I asked for a rain coat for Christmas. 

As I wandered around Holt Renfrew with my mum on the day before Christmas, and as we toured through the Burberry section I remarked "I know I will have made it in life when I own a Burberry trench." Well, I don't think I've made it, so I will have to come up with a new measure of success, but for now I get to figure out how I can make this timeless piece part of my wardrobe.

First thought; pair the trench with my new faux-Marant wedge sneakers and faux-leather leggings. Something rugged and modern. There is a definite rock-n-roll undercurrent to my style. I definitely take note on what Rihanna is wearing and take inspiration, channeling her leather ensembles, albeit in a slightly tamer, every day, Canadian way.

Or, on the other hand...
  

Maybe something more traditional. I realize that, as I move towards a professional career, my favourite spiked ring may prove more of a detriment than an indicator of my spot-on style. So a more classic, feminine look to pair with the trench, with clean lines and simple colours.

Sometimes it makes me sad that I don't have a distinct personal style. I'm much more of a chameleon, taking on and appreciating a variety of looks. I'm never going to inspire anyone with my style though. But if it means I could wear this trench like a 1930s starlet or like Rihanna I will take versatility over a distinct aesthetic.

Law School Ladies Look Bomb

Today proved the first ideal opportunity to capture a phenomenon that I have found both surprising and awesome about law school.

Namely, the girls here are babes.

Or, to be more clear, are sartorially brilliant. So many of the girls I go to school with have distinct personal styles, and you very rarely have anyone in class roll in in yoga pants and a t-shirt (sorry girl in the front row who rolls in daily in yoga pants and a t-shirt - no jibe intended). While some may find this standard a daunting one, I have personally found it inspiring. The freedom to express myself with clothing without worrying that I may be made to feel overdressed has inspired me to be ever more creative in constructing a morning ensemble. I have been plumbing the depths of my closet with an increasingly perceptive eye for possible outfit constructions, making use out of old and new garments alike. And it's fun!

I discussed my fascination with the fashion law school studies has seemed to evoke with a couple of my girlfriends here, and the sentiment was mutually felt. We did, in fact, decide that it would be a great idea to start immortalizing some of our favourite outfits.

Today was a less formal photo shoot than certainly what I had in mind (see: trans-friendly bathroom backdrop), but the hilarious coincidence of nearly identical outfits seemed like fair grounds for a picture. Let me present to you Law School's "Who Wore it Best?" Black and Blue edition:

So, some notable differences here. Caroline opted for a Victorian-style high-necked lace top, a structured blazer and, not clearly captured, a distressed-gold flat. This amounted to a much more classic look, though her more brightly blue pants serve as an edgier element in light of these classic pieces.
My interpretation of the blue-pant-black-top-black-blazer phenomenon was much more rockabilly-cum-rock star. My pompadour bouffant, black leather booties and slouchy blazer, paired with a low cut leotard which, yes, bears my bra, made for a much less professional, and somewhat less conventional, take on the look. Less See Jane, more Wheredidugetthat, Street or otherwise.

What should this installment be called? Law School Looks? Sartorial Solicitors-in-training? Attourney Attire? I'm going to go with Vestiary Capacity for the time being. Because it's like testamentary capacity! Getit??