MY STYLE FIX: THE SHORT SUIT

Happy Hump Day! I've been wearing a lot of shorts lately, like here, here, and here, and letting you get all up, close, and personal to my moneymakers, or those two long scrawny things, also known as my legs. Believe me, Gillete isn't knocking at my door to insure these bad boys, but I'd like to think they're my best assets.    

The man in front of Grand Central Station however, clearly believes that they're more reminiscent of the stilts flamingos use to balance their oversized frames, as he just as said that much, uttering, "you look like a flamingo" which he insisted was a compliment, and offered to take me to dinner. When having fragile stick thin support beams for legs become highly regarded, please let me know. 

After, I overcame the urge to choke him out, I begrudgingly thanked the man for pointing out the obvious in front of hundreds of people, who now felt justified, because the look of acknowledgment on their faces gave away that they cosigned the sentiments of Mr. Opinionated. 

He can keep his dinner plans, and I'll just keep on exposing my gams to the world. Just as I did recently pairing shorts, with a tee, blazer, and pumps. Hell, he should just be thankful that I have no delusions about my gravity challenged funbags being the main attractions.

  

References to his 75 years old grandmother might've spewed out his mouth if I revealed those beauties, and next thing you know I'm being carted off in handcuffs. So, flamingo it is!

Enjoy your day! Thanks for stopping by<3

P.s: Outtakes can be found on Instagram @closetfix

MY STYLE FIX: PRINTED SHORTS

Happy Monday! This past weekend I went to a few fashion/blog events solo dolo, which is always terrifying, since as a new blogger I don't know anyone at these shindigs, and the whole sweating profusely like a crackhead needing to get high when nervous thing doesn't help.  

For some reason, people aren't into that. Could have something to do with the sweat stained pitts thing, or the loud ass bubble guts, and associated unintended aromas, which may turn people off, but that's just a guess. 

Well, this time I didn't chance it, and I wore a denim moto jacket like the one seen here, paired with a tee, shorts, and strappy gladiator sandals. Only a circus freak could sweat through a denim barrier, so I knew I was safe, at least on top. 

On bottom, Depends would've been nice, since the constant threatening of the ever bubbling bubble guts made it so I was working my ass cheeks overtime just to keep it all in. 

Thankfully, my efforts paid off, and I didn't soil myself as I chatted with some of the nicest people like Mariann Yip, and my favs and fellow bloggers Danielle from WeWoreWhat, and Aimee from Song of Style. It just wouldn't have been Christian for me to unload on them, so I kept it all in. 

Enjoy your day! Thanks for stopping by<3

P.s: Additional photos from the weekend events will be posted on my Instagram @Closetfix

MY STYLE FIX: LACE DRESS

OMG! On Wednesday, the most amazing thing happened to me! Yours truly had a professional photo shoot with Refinery29 for an Armani Exchange event here in NYC. Refinery29 extended the event to fashion bloggers, and as soon as I heard about it, I picked out this lace dress, paired with a leather jacket, pumps, and an arm full of bracelets of course, and I decided to participate.

I was so nervous! It's one thing to be photographed by the BF, who sees me bad naked all the time, and he hasn't left yet, which clearly means he loves me, because trust me sans clothes, the sight is far from glamourous and likely to initiate a dry heave. 

It's another thing to have someone who could give two shits about you beyond the project at hand, taking your picture. I've already proven to the BF that I'm no model, and I'm more like an awkward talking robot. He's used to it.  

So, before I did my best impersonation of a deer in the headlights I let the photographers in on the jig. To my surprise I wasn't  immediately thrown out on my arse. Instead the guys could not have been more accommodating and reassuring.

They put me at ease, and told me all I had to do was just stand in place, and they would do the rest. That in and of itself was a tiny miracle, 'cause to date there's a reason why I don't walk and chew gum...I can't. But, rest assured I can stand with the best of them. 

Have a Great Weekend! Thanks for stopping by<3