Fashion Week sported several Sportmax moments for me - they're the garments I the feel most comfortable in, carry me from shows to class, and best jigsaw into my styling inclinations.
I don't think I need to make any introduction to the sentiment that Sportmax has climbed the ranks to being my favourite label of the moment, and many more moments to come. Fashion Week sported several Sportmax moments for me - they're the garments I the feel most comfortable in, carry me from shows to class, and best jigsaw into my styling inclinations.
On this particular day, I was more than a little tempted to wear my leather pants backwards, as I had to Michael's show the night before, so that you could see more of my shiny shoe situation peeking out (Talisa and I were matching!). But bra-less half-belted sweater over skirt over backwards pants with heels seemed a little too onerous to handle. That and the hopeless discomfort of wearing one's pants back to front... have you ever tried it? Don't. It actually feels like you've grown a butt on your front.
Zips aside, I was surprisingly unconcerned by a completely boy-baggy ensemble, save the front panel of my sweater strapped to my waist. Usually, I would have opted for skinny pants (I've my eye on these All Saints ones for at least two weeks), but when life gives you the sickest pseudo-sport-jersey to ever have walked the earth, you take its strongest elements and match it with other pieces without people noticing. Devil's in the detail - I'm talking the side split on the knit carried by the white teepees on either side of the skirt, and the laminated stripes matching the elastic panels on my glorified trackpants. Then you try an palm a basketball, fail, and opt for opulently curly sunglasses instead. Moo, you genius.
And now, I have a two thousand word report to finish in nine hours.
photos by Zanita Morgan, editing by Margaret Zhang