In French it’s referred to as the Combination. You may know it better as the Jumpsuit, the Jumper, or the Romper. But I’m here to tell you that these symantics are all just mere euphemisms for the Adult Onesie. And just like its toddler counterpart, you simply crawl in, zip or button up, and go, go, go! It’s fast, seemingly easy, and undoubtedly comfy… at least during the onset that is. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a definite fan, and was able to find super cute patterned and colored onesies all over Paris (see La Combinaison), but as your trusted fashion blogger (wink wink), it is my fiduciary duty to warn any and all users (or potential users, for that matter) of this dynamic design in that it may be hazardous to your health and well being. Allow me to elaborate. If you’re considering for even a milli-second to drink a single sip, let alone the recommended amount of eight 8 oz glasses of water per day to keep you healthily hydrated, put the onesie down and back away from it slowly. Take my word for it — the universal task of relieving one’s bladder is unconditionally hindered by this tricky little ensemble. It’s probably been decades since you yourself wore one of these get-ups as a child, but if you try to conjure up the memories, I’m sure you’ll soon remember that you needed parental help getting in and out of your little fleece costume. Many things in life have changed since then, but this, my friends, has not. So, I only recommend that you join me in Onesin’ if you’re truly comfortable with asking a complete (and potentially scary) stranger to lend you a hand in unzipping you at the public restroom!! Be brave!
Monthly Archives: June 2012
Fashion trends are rarely dictated by the likes of comfort and ease (think “Beauty is Pain”), which is presumably why many Americans consciously choose to be dreadfully unfashionable. The French, on the other hand, have historically been able to bear the brunt of the discomfort and even flat-out suffering that these fads oft induce (though when you think about it, it’s actually painless in comparison to the perpetual stick up their … JUST KIDDING!). So it was a welcome surprise while waltzing around le très-chic Marais to see all of the self-proclaimed BoBo’s (google Bourgeois-Bohème) sashaying around in wonderfully voluminous, flowy, silky, comfortable Palazzo pants. I might even had been angry with them at their blatant rebellion against their country’s dogmatic and pristine signature style if it hadn’t been for the instantaneous elation I felt as I effortlessly slid into a delicious pair and then melted into euphoria. I mean, I was virtually transformed into a lounging silk-clad Cleopatra and even went around commanding young frenchmen to feed me golden grapes from the vine. (You wish I were joking again…) Anywho, basically what I’m saying is if ever you wanted to jump on a fashion-fad bandwagon and still feel like you’re in your jammies, this is the one to do so. So don’t wait for history to repeat itself (as you might be lounging in a wheelchair next time) and go get Palazzin’! Check out my silky Palazzos in Le Chat Blanc…
Ironically le Smoking doesn’t actually refer to anything pertaining to tobacco or other substances of choice used to inhale; in fact, this french word was created in 1966 by the late yet never-to-be-forgotten Monsieur Yves Saint Laurent. Though this ground-breaking fashion god pioneered this look nearly a half a century ago, the Tuxedo for women has once again made a comeback in Parisian streetwear today. Bowties, satin trimmed tailored blazers, and cropped vests are all common occurences in la mode quotidienne. These pieces don’t need to be worn all together (unless of course you want to go all out!) yet each brings drama and sultry sophistication to any ensemble. So keep a lookout New York because before long there’s no doubt we’ll be seeing tuxedo suits and jackets washing ashore the banks of the Hudson. Check out my Smoking tie in La Ment(h)euse!