Pantsuit: Zara/ Blouse: Topshop/ Bag: Prada/ Sunnies: H&M/ Necklace: Garbo/ Heels: Alexander Wang
Have you ever wondered what Princess Leia would look like if she was a Lesbian? Me too. See exhibit A above.
Ok, now that I have made a seamless connection of today's outfit post with the above statement, let's get into it, shall we? A recent phenomenon has occurred in the life of roxthefox. In the past few months, I've found myself gravitating towards male-centric dressing. I'm not sure if this phenomenon can be accredited to the attires donned by powerful female leaders in the corporate world that I so abhorrently slave for, or, the fact that I enjoy intimidating humans of the male variety, but aren't pantsuits the shit?
You could say no.
Traditionally, women have opted for pantsuits inside the boardrooms, however, pantsuits in every possible iteration: printed, over-sized, classic, boldly colored-- all stretching the definition of what a pantsuit is, have been gracing the plethora of Spring/Summer 2013 runways. These '60s style suits, that pay homage to powerful women of the genteel era, a la Katherine Hepburn, have designers and trusted fashion leaders completely enamored, with said designers/fashion leaders on both coasts of the Atlantic, uh, following suit.
Butgone are theboxy and boring power pantsuits of the past. Today’s suits stand out for their sartorial superiority. No folks, these aren't the stuffy boardroom uniforms of the '90s. Version 2013
pour femme is cool, casual and offers no fuss at all.
However, outside of runways and those that have a propensity towards high fashion, the pant suit hasn't really infiltrated the masses as say, Skorts have. And why? Well for starters, any attire of the androgynous variety on the female body seemingly cloaks the mammaries, rendering your gender ambiguous and prohibits any swelling of the loins of our Y-chromosome counterparts, in which endeavors to manipulate their fun-zones for hours on end is significantly deteriorated. In other words; pantsuits deflect the weenies.
But I say, nothing gets a man's copulatory organ more aroused than the prospect of a girl whose dressed like him. Men like to be challenged, ya' know? And even if this is Lesbian power dressing at its finest, I cannot help but find deep seated satisfaction in intimidating both the mens and womens alike with a powersuit. It's like... I can sense their apprehension. And normally, I bask in making the mens feel that way for what follows is normally vulnerability, that I exploit for the purposes of satisfying normal human urges, but to the ladies, we be friends, and thusly, I reassure you that no judgement shall be laid on you for dressing like our Y-chromosome counterparts. Besides, in my experience, the feeling of vulnerability can get the juices flowing to the region of the junk. Amirite?
So ladies, man-up and put on a suit because the males will be all up in your grill, hurt1n for a $quirtin.
And if menswear really makes you uncomfortable, why not try a bold color, as I so eloquently wear in Exhibit A featured above? I've picked a fairly feminine pantsuit, only to ease you into the transition of wearing menswear. These primary-colored numbers not only feel ultramodern, but signal that fashion is in the mood for a little fun. And what screams female-ness more than fuchsia pink? Certainly not Joan Rivers! Pair these up with a fierce pair of heels, and you'll find yourself perfectly balanced between menswear. Besides, the pantsuit is so gloriously comfortable (severe camel-toe, evidenced in some of the photos above, notwithstanding).