I must confess: I am rock and roll only by association.
It’s my husband who is the true rocker in the family. If not for him, I’d still think The Rolling Stones were a music magazine, wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between Jimmy Page and Jimi Hendrix, wouldn’t know every single word to Bohemian Rhapsody. In my formative years (read: high school and pre-husband), I was more bubblegum Top 40 with a little New Wave on the side.
Nowadays, the lines between musical genres have blurred to the point of extinction which is actually a good thing as far as social tolerance is concerned. (I still remember subbing in the early ’90s and having to compromise with the different factions regarding which radio station to listen to during free time.) But Rock and Roll as an iconic fashion style is still quite distinct.
The essentials of rock style are no big mystery: jeans and leather pants, a boyish biker jacket, some wicked-looking Portobello Road boots. But it’s all a matter of combining these with a lot of slink and style and balancing the tough with the ethereal, the strict with the sensuous.
The good news is that I have whole-heartedly embraced this genre as my musical tastes matured, and I had no problems coming up with different variations incorporating Rock and Roll essentials. The bad news? All of them require temps to dip below the mid-70sF. And since it promises to be ten degrees hotter than that today, I was momentarily at a loss.
I was also under a lot of self-imposed pressure, what with today being my 100th post and all. I felt compelled to be pithy and momentous, both in my wardrobe choice and my subsequent text.
But it’s also Friday and we all know my issues about blogging on Fridays.
(In one word: meh. ‘Nuff said.)
So what’s a gal to do when she’s feeling writer’s blues on top of the uncooperative weather which ix-nayed her pre-planned outfit?
Improvise, of course.
The original ensemble utilized the schoolboy jacket as the centerpiece. In this iteration, I’ve done away with it in favor of a military-inspired vest. Am loving the buttons; not so much the zipper that hadn’t been apparent when I threw it in my eBay cart. Live and learn.
Initially, I’d planned on a white button up and tie, a là Angus Young from AC/DC, but without the blazer, that combo looked too mannish so I switched them out for this unstructured yet feminine top instead. Even though it’s borderline long-sleeved, I imagine I’ll still look and feel cool because of the lightness of the fabric and the breeziness of the cut.
The only piece I retained from the original outfit were the faboo plaid pants. I love how both the pattern and the color are muted to the point of weathered, diminishing the potential garishness of a black and red combo.
And yes, your eyes don’t deceive you, my friends. Those are OG, authentic, over-ten-years-old, scuffed and battered to the point of true comfort Doc Martens. I admit that a 10-hole boot would’ve been infinitely better, but I have yet to splurge on a pair and that would’ve been more Punk anyway.
In retrospect, even if I haven’t shattered your minds with epiphanous sartorial commentary, at least the last look of Icon Week is apropos to the occasion. After all, what better way to celebrate than to Rock and Roll all night.
And party every day.
Happy weekend, my friends. Make good choices.
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – New York and Co.
Pants – Almost Famous @ Tilly’s
Vest – eBay
Shoes – Doc Martens
Watch – Fossil