""I think tattoos are horrible. It’s like living in a Pucci dress full-time" — Karl Lagerfeld"

I’ve gotten to the point were feeling the need to shop or spend money on clothing for the sake of novelty seems futile. I drift past racks in the mall, fingering cheap materials and perusing fresh Spring displays with a wary eye. I attest part of this to the numbing effect scoring high-end fashion sites has on one’s psyche and how my valuation of clothing items has reached echelons well beyond my income. For something to be a worthy buy, at this point, it is really meant to be something “for life”, and must basically fit in with everything I own. I think it was Coco herself that said, “The best things in life are free. The next best things are very expensive.”

That said, it’s still grueling… my perpetual window shopping. They say that the anticipation for a purchase elicits a far greater high than the transaction itself, and they are right. It’s draining. Is September here yet?

Oh, but be not disheartened dear readers. I don’t mean to sound all this dreary. This blog has reached a point where even though I haven’t posted in a week (or two. Sincere and utter apologies!) new readers still find me and choose to follow my adventure. Thank you so much for that. It really keeps me going.

I post this quote because tonight’s the night that I get my first (three) professional tattoos. A post tomorrow is sure to follow.

And with that, I leave you for now.

-DTrain in the membrane

— 1 day ago with 2 notes
#tattoo  #quote  #karl lagerfeld  #pucci dress  #coco  #free 

SPRING TIME WHITES

This Wisconsin Winter feels a bit too Game of Thrones for me (ten years long!) It’s pummeled its Midwestern, kindly (but portly) inhabitants into a droll existence where we simply cannot tell a puffer coat sleeve from snow pant leg any longer. They look the same, they feel the same — heck! — they smell the same! 

I am ready for some whites. Not winter whites. Hot, fucking neon-glow-molten-lava white is what I’m all about at this point.
O bruvah! Pour me a tall glass of ultraviolence milk!

I’m literally wearing my grey oversized cashmere sweater and Apolis linen scarf as I write. Once I can toss the “scarf” nonsense and forget the whole “cashmere” business, I assure you I’ll be busting out these Adidas cap-toe SLVR’s* and Prada la poeme sunnies.

*My father came and visited this past weekend. Although the filial reunion was almost too much to bear, it was pushed over the top by his magnanimous gift of white sole-wear to his lone next of kin. You can find them on Urban Outfitters, but they are going fast! There is also a blackout + gold cap evil twin version.

I’ve been suffering from lower back pain (thanks, air mattress) and have been dressing all the more sloppily for it. I apologize to the world for this. Once again, the Nike Free Flyknits are out and about, and will hopefully race me towards a full “recovery” for my trip to Amsterdam (gawk!) and Prague (grakk!) in a month. Stay tuned and in tune to this ol’ radio station to hear about my packing list (which I began detailing over a month ago, and will consist mostly of black). Does anyone know what the weather will be like there? What kind of nightlife should I dress for?

— 1 week ago with 1 note
#adidas  #slvr  #cap toe  #nike fly knit  #prada  #la poeme  #sunflower  #flower sunglasses  #white 

ARIZONA or GIZEH
Are you still thinking Birkenstock?

It is 2006 and you are in Hong Kong. You ride the train to Sha Tin — a plein air station in the jungle of the New Territories. You push through the doors into the shimmering heat, the thick air mattressing your lungs. You are ushered upwards and into the bright, metallic delta of a seven-story mall. This particular shopping mecca is the stomping grounds of one million commuters’ feet each day, and you wend through the loud, chattering crowd on a gust of air conditioning. You look down. On everyone’s lightly-tanned feet are a pair of t-strap sandals, most are black, a few are white. The cork soles, the sensuous french-curves of the leather; comfort chic has hit its peak. I ask you now, where is your pair of Birkenstock Gizehs?

Everyone seems to be on the Arizona double-buckle wagon. I could get behind those aloof, almost elephantine sandals in a heartbeat if it weren’t for these slim, white bad boys. Don’t these speak Greek, while the Arizonas speak, well, Grand Canyon Tourist? If you’re still thinking of picking up a pair of Birks, consider your options. That is all I ask. You may find yourself reaching for the Gizehs before thong…

-DTrain
Ph. These are my gizehs from 2008. They have lasted me through Thailand, Hong Kong, St. Louis and now Wisconsin summers.

— 1 week ago with 3 notes
#birkenstock  #comfort chic  #normcore  #arizona  #gizeh  #review  #old 
GET IN MY CURRYBOATIf you ever need a break from my prose or from strict fashion posts, pop on over to my inspiration tumblr: Curryboat. It may or may not bore you to tears. Or illicit giggles. Or get you homesick for a long-gone farm that you’ve never even set foot upon.Rock it til water falls,Queen Déy

GET IN MY CURRYBOAT
If you ever need a break from my prose or from strict fashion posts, pop on over to my inspiration tumblr: Curryboat. It may or may not bore you to tears. Or illicit giggles. Or get you homesick for a long-gone farm that you’ve never even set foot upon.

Rock it til water falls,
Queen Déy

— 2 weeks ago with 1 note
#new blog to follow  #inspiration  #tumblr  #artsy  #hipster  #clean  #minimalist 

H&M SPRING 2014 — “Conscious” Collection
Dropping April 10, 2014

Evoking the Dolce & Gabanna aesthetic with heavy hits of lace, matador trimmings, gauzy shapes… I cannot WAIT to be confronted by these babies online and watching them sell out one by one.

See the full lookbook here.

-DTrain

— 3 weeks ago with 1 note
#H&M  #spring  #2014  #conscious  #collection  #looks 
"Good clothes look better when they are nearly worn out than very cheap clothes look when they are new."
Edward Spencer in Clothes & the Man (1901)

(Source: putthison, via coffeestainedcashmere)

— 3 weeks ago with 1051 notes

SURREALIST SNEAKERS
Opening Ceremony x Vans Authentic x Rene Magritte

I continue down this path towards sneakerheadom. My little beady eyes may have just landed on a (second) purchase that will cripple my no-buying clothes-for-a-year vow. I’ve saved over $1000 in six months. Where is the threshold for being opportunistic?

-DTrain

— 3 weeks ago with 1 note
#vans  #Opening Ceremony  #magritte  #rene  #surrealist  #sneakers 

EVER WONDER WHERE ANNA WINTOUR’S HANDBAG IS?
The Era of the Clutch: Going sans Handbag, a sign of wealth?

I came across this fabulous post on how a life of minimalism defined by a strict and curated deficit of material belongings can only be achieved through monetary wealth. To be able to live with less, you “prove” that you are more able to take on risk — if you don’t happen to have something due to your self-restricted lifestyle, you can simply go out and buy it. Do you associate clutter with lower economic wealth? This may be why (I’ve posted the entirety of the article below):

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Wealth, risk, and stuff

Via Anne Galloway on Twitter, I just saw Living With Less. A Lot Less, an opinion piece in the New York Times.

I run into some version of this essay by some moneybags twig-bishop about once a year, and it bugs me every time.

Here’s the thing. Wealth is not a number of dollars. It is not a number of material possessions. It’s having options and the ability to take on risk.

If you see someone on the street dressed like a middle-class person (say, in clean jeans and a striped shirt), how do you know whether they’re lower middle class or upper middle class? I think one of the best indicators is how much they’re carrying.

Lately I’ve been mostly on the lower end of middle class (although I’m kind of unusual along a couple axes). I think about this when I have to deal with my backpack, which is considered déclassé in places like art museums. My backpack has my three-year-old laptop. Because it’s three years old, the battery doesn’t last long and I also carry my power supply. It has my paper and pens, in case I want to write or draw, which is rarely. It has a cable to charge my old phone. It has gum and sometimes a snack. Sunscreen and a water bottle in summer. A raincoat and gloves in winter. Maybe a book in case I get bored.

If I were rich, I would carry a MacBook Air, an iPad mini as a reader, and my wallet. My wallet would serve as everything else that’s in my backpack now. Go out on the street and look, and I bet you’ll see that the richer people are carrying less.

As with carrying, so with owning in general. Poor people don’t have clutter because they’re too dumb to see the virtue of living simply; they have it to reduce risk.

When rich people present the idea that they’ve learned to live lightly as a paradoxical insight, they have the idea of wealth backwards. You can only have that kind of lightness through wealth.

If you buy food in bulk, you need a big fridge. If you can’t afford to replace all the appliances in your house, you need several junk drawers. If you can’t afford car repairs, you might need a half-gutted second car of a similar model up on blocks, where certain people will make fun of it and call you trailer trash.

Please, if you are rich, stop explaining the idea of freedom from stuff as if it’s a trick that even you have somehow mastered.

The only way to own very little and be safe is to be rich.
———————- Via Tupperwolf

Upon reading this post for the first time, Anna Wintour popped into my head. In fact, all the Fashion magazine editors that came to mind were inclined to fall into the handbagless bucket, seen only with their iPhones and occasional paper invite. St. Louis Magazine wrote a short thought on this phenomenon. It reminds me of how my mother used to tell me: “Gaudy people wear their coats with fur on the outside; the truly wealthy wear their coats lined with fur.”

-DTrain

— 3 weeks ago with 1 note
#wealth  #risk  #no handbag  #clutch  #minimalism  #rich  #poor  #article 
SPRING CLEANINGAs I try to make sense of all the media I consume (read: fashion blogs, Pinterest & Tumblr) (re-read: disjointed images sans context, a deluge of propaganda almost — since every image is given its own “post status”, they are heroed out, given authority, gain clout) I find that there’s a distinct dichotomy.There are your bloggers who exist in a paralax reality to one another, and who collectively and unironically stand for a handful of trends or items that get neatly summed up by Shit Bloggers Wear. The relative ease of disseminating each season’s trends can be shown here and here.Then, and the group that I “admire” on a distinctively different level, there are the street photographers: they show fashion at its most ecstatic, eclectic, decadent and baroque. Yes, certain items and trends may cycle, and this may seem even more like propaganda in the sense that the wearers become dehumanized and the voice behind the outfits are filtered out by the lens. However, the latter set of media shows me that there are in fact no such thing as “classics” or “rules” to fashion. You wear what you like, what makes you feel the best, and what garners the amount and type of attention you wish for.Paring down my closet over the past few days (again, you say? Why, Spring has put on her best burlesque show, emphasis on the brrrr! What a tease, I say! What a tittle!) has been the absolute fastest and most decisive experience in history. I surprised myself with just how keenly aware I am of my own style, now that I’ve gone without buying clothes for half a year. I happened to follow my own advice of stowing away all of my Spring/Summer affects back when the sun shone and the birds sang and Seth Cohen & Blair Waldorf were still illicit lovers. Many of my clothing items I haven’t seen in six months. Barring a red leather mini dress that I thrifted in the janky northside of St. Louis, I happily accrued two boxes (!) of clothing to either donate or sell. A few learnings:-Denim and Leather reign supreme. Only keeping 4 pairs of jeans, total! Tossing my various baggy chinos that the Gap brainwashed me into buying two summers ago, as well as inferior denim that just doesn’t feel special to me. If anything, I’ve been wearing my Madewell skinny skinny jeans for a month straight, so help me god. -I’m attracted to weird-ass florals of the grandma, Hawaii Five-O, and hyperrealistic types, encompassing all renderings of florabotanica on fabric imaginable. I’ve learned to embrace this. And only thrift it. Certain florals can be hits or misses season to season, so why invest big?-Although I haven’t tried Pickwick & Weller, I know for  a fact that white tees should only be bought on the cheap. Hanes and Fruit of the Loom — cuffed — are my drug. Cannot wait to get a fresh pack after this year is over!-I’ve whittled down my summer scarf collection to three scarves. Scarves are pretty tricky for me to get right, so I kept the only three I wear on a semi-regular basis.Well, until next time folks. Be inspired. Don’t let normcore overtake your heart and cover it in white marble, unless of course, it was that way to begin with…-DTrain(Illustration by DTrain)Are you spring cleaning yet? 

SPRING CLEANING

As I try to make sense of all the media I consume (read: fashion blogs, Pinterest & Tumblr) (re-read: disjointed images sans context, a deluge of propaganda almost — since every image is given its own “post status”, they are heroed out, given authority, gain clout) I find that there’s a distinct dichotomy.

There are your bloggers who exist in a paralax reality to one another, and who collectively and unironically stand for a handful of trends or items that get neatly summed up by Shit Bloggers Wear. The relative ease of disseminating each season’s trends can be shown here and here.

Then, and the group that I “admire” on a distinctively different level, there are the street photographers: they show fashion at its most ecstatic, eclectic, decadent and baroque. Yes, certain items and trends may cycle, and this may seem even more like propaganda in the sense that the wearers become dehumanized and the voice behind the outfits are filtered out by the lens. However, the latter set of media shows me that there are in fact no such thing as “classics” or “rules” to fashion. You wear what you like, what makes you feel the best, and what garners the amount and type of attention you wish for.

Paring down my closet over the past few days (again, you say? Why, Spring has put on her best burlesque show, emphasis on the brrrr! What a tease, I say! What a tittle!) has been the absolute fastest and most decisive experience in history. I surprised myself with just how keenly aware I am of my own style, now that I’ve gone without buying clothes for half a year. I happened to follow my own advice of stowing away all of my Spring/Summer affects back when the sun shone and the birds sang and Seth Cohen & Blair Waldorf were still illicit lovers. Many of my clothing items I haven’t seen in six months. Barring a red leather mini dress that I thrifted in the janky northside of St. Louis, I happily accrued two boxes (!) of clothing to either donate or sell.

A few learnings:
-Denim and Leather reign supreme. Only keeping 4 pairs of jeans, total!
Tossing my various baggy chinos that the Gap brainwashed me into buying two summers ago, as well as inferior denim that just doesn’t feel special to me. If anything, I’ve been wearing my Madewell skinny skinny jeans for a month straight, so help me god.

-I’m attracted to weird-ass florals of the grandma, Hawaii Five-O, and hyperrealistic types, encompassing all renderings of florabotanica on fabric imaginable. I’ve learned to embrace this. And only thrift it. Certain florals can be hits or misses season to season, so why invest big?

-Although I haven’t tried Pickwick & Weller, I know for  a fact that white tees should only be bought on the cheap. Hanes and Fruit of the Loom — cuffed — are my drug. Cannot wait to get a fresh pack after this year is over!

-I’ve whittled down my summer scarf collection to three scarves. Scarves are pretty tricky for me to get right, so I kept the only three I wear on a semi-regular basis.

Well, until next time folks. Be inspired. Don’t let normcore overtake your heart and cover it in white marble, unless of course, it was that way to begin with…
-DTrain
(Illustration by DTrain)

Are you spring cleaning yet? 

— 3 weeks ago with 1 note
#spring cleaning  #how to whittle your wardrobe  #blog  #normcore  #street style  #2014 

HAPPY SATURDAY

This was my pre-birthday look at a Comedy club a few days ago. It features my coveted bomber jacket of a previous post, both draped over my shoulders in a _____ selfie (I do not know what to qualify selfies with any more. They are what they are and that is that) and hanging in the red lockers at my gym, circa 7:00am. I’ve been busting a move every weekday morning, and it feels like a new me already — cannot wait for a spring fling.

This is one of those posts that feel a bit more rambly and personal. I have started cleaning out my closet, boxing up sweaters and making a monstrously towering “donate” pile. I haven’t seen most of these SS ensembles in six months, and many of them no longer inspire me. I am not sentimental about them… well, except for a vintage red leather mini dress in the vein of Baby Hit Me One More Time. I was lacking motivation half way through (I own, as we know, too much) and decided to rifle through the archives of the only source of street style fashion that continues to transport me to a different emotional state with every photo: The Sartorialist. I clicked through the spring and summer months of all the years past. You should try it sometime. It will completely cure you of either your deep, but nonchalantly displayed love of normcore, or rid you of your distain for it.

I still have much to share! Particularly my insights from culling, and what I chose to keep and leave behind (denim and leather, my friends. Denim and leather).

Over and out,
DTrain

Silk shirt Madewell | Skinny Skinny Jeans Madewell | Ralph Lauren Belt | Gorjiana necklace | Miansai Screw Bracelet | Nike Fuelband | Opening Ceremony Bomber Jacket

— 1 month ago
#outfit  #normcore  #sartorialist  #black and white  #Opening Ceremony  #bomber jacket  #varsity  #all black 
J. K. KELLER’S iPHONE OIL PAINTINGSNo.6
Thought this was both hilarious and astute. In a strange way, it reminds me of Chanel’s supermarket — glaringly ordinary objects (in a #firstworldproblems sense), that are intellectually elevated and presented in such a way via tried-and-true media (catwalks, anyone? gif animations, anyone??) that breaks through the indifference barrier of a captured audience. I hope to see this in a Janson’s Canonical History of Art cinderblock textbook in the year 4014.Love and fingerpainting,DTrain

J. K. KELLER’S iPHONE OIL PAINTINGS
No.6

Thought this was both hilarious and astute. In a strange way, it reminds me of Chanel’s supermarket — glaringly ordinary objects (in a #firstworldproblems sense), that are intellectually elevated and presented in such a way via tried-and-true media (catwalks, anyone? gif animations, anyone??) that breaks through the indifference barrier of a captured audience.

I hope to see this in a Janson’s Canonical History of Art cinderblock textbook in the year 4014.

Love and fingerpainting,
DTrain

— 1 month ago with 9448 notes
#jk keller  #iphone  #oil painting  #chanel  #supermarket  #art  #history  #finger painting 
THE CLASSICS: Why the “10 French Capsule Wardrobe Essentials” Fails You*A Tangent on Normcore*I’m starting to understand the issue with "Classics"; a canonical list that is distributed to the masses by the current purveyors of non-offensive fashion. Like many, I’ve felt my dissenting skepticism for these lists deep down, and in my early college years, have scoffed at anything that tried to pin-down a collection of what everyone should have in their wardrobe. I view it in the same way as “these are the books you should read” and “these are the things you should eat” but everyday. Anyway you button it, fashion is a conspicuous communicator. So why are we aspiring so frantically to communicate the same way?Let’s take a look-see at the culprits of some of these “lists” and my knee-jerk reactions to them…A Trench coat? But I hate khaki. And tie-waist belts are a pain in the gut.A Pencil skirt? More like a food-baby skirt…Ballet flats? I can get on board with this. But I need 12 different colored pairs…A crisp white shirt? Lint. Sriracha. Foundation. Nuff said.A striped sailor’s tee? But the good ones are $200 at least!Knee high boots? But my calves are bigger than my neck. (True story.)And so on.I do not in fact want to end up with a wardrobe like the above. I would be underwhelmed and boringly dressed. I understand that these lists often outline a solid foundation for which a wardrobe should grow upon, but nowadays, every blogger worth her streetstyle is hell bent on purveying minimalist-chic looks that can be encapsulated in full to a list of basics.
If being “fashion savvy”, if you will, were that easy, everyone would dress the same all the time…and though many are, there’s still some idiosyncrasy pushing through the crowd of sportif-clad monochrome moguls in Stan Smith sneakers and something vaguely Philo-esque. So why the resistance? For you, dear reader, I don’t believe that it is purely “trench coats don’t come in my size” or “I cannot find the perfect one…” you simply don’t see the classics as a) interesting or b) pertinent to your personal style at the moment. Simple and completely acceptable. Dead Fleurette’s take on simplicity dennotes the relative difficulty in buying “simple” styles: look beyond the “boringness” and see the almost imperceptible shifts in denim washes, proportions, texture, cut and tailoring. If you ask, “won’t wearing the same things get boring?” then yes, the answer to you is wholeheartedly yes. If you had a wardrobe that felt ALL YOU, then no, you wouldn’t get bored. You’d feel like you could conquer anything.The Man Repeller just came out with this cogitation on her own reaction to “Normcore”. This literature changed my life because my constant mental tug of war between choosing to have a uniform and being a fashion unicorn was almost becoming too much to bear. Over six months into this journey of not buying clothes, I can definitely identify my wardrobe as being 80% Uniform & 20% Unicorn. My question then is how do I discern what to invest in in the future? What should outweigh the other when it comes down to click-time? I thought that last-ability in both the stylistic and fidelity senses were trump all, but now, how an item makes one feel (shmexy like a glitter-covered skinny dipper! Hot like an emu’s egg on fire! Omnipotent like Lorde!) may in fact be the kicker…So. Are you uniform or are you unicorn??Until next time,-DTrainPh. The Sartorialist.

THE CLASSICS:
Why the “10 French Capsule Wardrobe Essentials” Fails You
*A Tangent on Normcore*

I’m starting to understand the issue with "Classics"; a canonical list that is distributed to the masses by the current purveyors of non-offensive fashion. Like many, I’ve felt my dissenting skepticism for these lists deep down, and in my early college years, have scoffed at anything that tried to pin-down a collection of what everyone should have in their wardrobe. I view it in the same way as “these are the books you should read” and “these are the things you should eat” but everyday. Anyway you button it, fashion is a conspicuous communicator. So why are we aspiring so frantically to communicate the same way?

Let’s take a look-see at the culprits of some of these “lists” and my knee-jerk reactions to them…

A Trench coat? But I hate khaki. And tie-waist belts are a pain in the gut.
A Pencil skirt? More like a food-baby skirt…
Ballet flats? I can get on board with this. But I need 12 different colored pairs…
A crisp white shirt? Lint. Sriracha. Foundation. Nuff said.
A striped sailor’s tee? But the good ones are $200 at least!
Knee high boots? But my calves are bigger than my neck. (True story.)

And so on.

I do not in fact want to end up with a wardrobe like the above. I would be underwhelmed and boringly dressed. I understand that these lists often outline a solid foundation for which a wardrobe should grow upon, but nowadays, every blogger worth her streetstyle is hell bent on purveying minimalist-chic looks that can be encapsulated in full to a list of basics.

If being “fashion savvy”, if you will, were that easy, everyone would dress the same all the time…and though many are, there’s still some idiosyncrasy pushing through the crowd of sportif-clad monochrome moguls in Stan Smith sneakers and something vaguely Philo-esque. So why the resistance? For you, dear reader, I don’t believe that it is purely “trench coats don’t come in my size” or “I cannot find the perfect one…” you simply don’t see the classics as a) interesting or b) pertinent to your personal style at the moment. Simple and completely acceptable. Dead Fleurette’s take on simplicity dennotes the relative difficulty in buying “simple” styles: look beyond the “boringness” and see the almost imperceptible shifts in denim washes, proportions, texture, cut and tailoring. If you ask, “won’t wearing the same things get boring?” then yes, the answer to you is wholeheartedly yes. If you had a wardrobe that felt ALL YOU, then no, you wouldn’t get bored. You’d feel like you could conquer anything.

The Man Repeller just came out with this cogitation on her own reaction to “Normcore”. This literature changed my life because my constant mental tug of war between choosing to have a uniform and being a fashion unicorn was almost becoming too much to bear. Over six months into this journey of not buying clothes, I can definitely identify my wardrobe as being 80% Uniform & 20% Unicorn. My question then is how do I discern what to invest in in the future? What should outweigh the other when it comes down to click-time? I thought that last-ability in both the stylistic and fidelity senses were trump all, but now, how an item makes one feel (shmexy like a glitter-covered skinny dipper! Hot like an emu’s egg on fire! Omnipotent like Lorde!) may in fact be the kicker…

So. Are you uniform or are you unicorn??
Until next time,
-DTrain

Ph. The Sartorialist.

— 1 month ago with 3 notes
#normcore  #classics  #french wardrobe  #chic  #minimalist  #capsule  #bad  #bloggers  #street style  #uniform  #unicorn 

DON’T THINK TWICE
Blink and these babies’ll be gone. They’re the s(l)ickest of the bunch yet, so mosey on over to Urban Outfitters for that floral Adidas hoodie and Victoria’s Secret (I cannot find that color anywhere else, imagine that Angel) for those oil slick Superga Cotu’s. Get your darkly romantic sportswear on quickly, so I can leer over your shoulder and poke you into submission for looking so goddam fly.

Superga is pronounced “Soup-PEAR-ga”. Get a little tongue action on the “r” too, wouldya?

DTrain

— 1 month ago
#superga  #sneakers  #oil slick  #vs  #uo  #adidas  #floral hoodie