As I went through my closet the other day I realized that several of my favorite tops are...well...men's. Just to clarify I don't mean "androgynous chic, isn't this ironic?" menswear...I mean items that I bought from various menswear departments (usually while I was accompanying Mr. Heb on his quest for Paul Smith or Dior Homme). Though, really, none of these pieces screams "menswear"...unless I'm living in my own little dreamworld, that is. From Vivienne Westwood's Breton sweatshirt with over-long sleeves (the one item that I had to wrestle Mr. Heb for...until he had to concede that it was way too small for him)...to Resistance R-3's "coeur" sweatshirt...to You Must Create's hanging doll t-shirt...these are all, to my mind, too nice to be left solely in the province of the boys.
So now I have to check...am I alone in my occasional raids into Guyville or are other women out there doing the same thing? | |
Your "menswear" picks are brilliant, wear them in good Heb health.
I'd definitely wear that last shirt--I'm usually not a fan of shirts with slogans on them, but this slogan is just perfect.