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Hey my beautiful ladies! It’s my great pleasure to introduce you to Flávia Desgranges van der Linden, the founder of Fashion Coolture, one of the most followed cariocas blog. She’s interesting, intelligent, stunning, a graduated lawyer, a photographer, a model, an artist, a fashion icon and much more. Meet Flávia Desgranges van der Linden.
Flávia originally is from Belo Horizonte (one of the largest cities of Brazil) and she lived there until 2003. Then she moved with her family to Criciúma and that’s where she lives now. She graduated in law a few years ago and right now her only work is her blog, where she spends most of her time preparing the posts, always taking care of her readers and looking for more inspiration… Flávia always loved taking pics and she used to post them at a site called Deviantart, afterward she fond a site called Lookbook.nu and fall in love with the street style, so she adopted the street style for her and created her own blog in 2010.
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Photo via: fashioncoolture.com.br
Photo via: fashioncoolture.com.br
What can you find on this blog? The main point of Flávia’s style is the funny game of mixing brand, from expensive ones to cheaper ones, and this is why people go to her blog, to see the magic of dressing up using piece of all kinds and still be well dressed. She likes to play with everything and try different things without having a fear that something won’t fit her style.
The other day, I'm on the metro when a man gets on and starts yelling at everyone to give him money. When it was my turn, I told him I didn't have any (which was actually true).
"You're lying!" He snaps at me.
"I'm not. I don't have any money on me." I respond. He eyes me up and down suspiciously to evaluate the level of truth.
"You have money," he decides. "I know your type. You're rich with your nails and your hair and your clothes," he says in disgust. I actually feel a little flattered.
His disgust at my stinginess somehow translates in my brain to a compliment about my savviness and style. I know this is not what he means at all. He's not complimenting my ability to look good on a small budget. He actually thinks I'm a rich bitch who won't give money to the homeless. I know this. But it somehow still feels like a compliment. I'm trying to get him away, but he won't leave.
When i wear my 69's, I get many compliments and special treatments. Most importantly, my calves look phenomenal.
"LOOK, I WILL ACTUALLY SHOW YOU I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY ON ME." I shout, thinking this will deter him. He gives me a skeptical look as I pull out my wallet and twenty cents fall out.
"This is all I have," I tell him as I hand him the money. He looks at me with contempt and throws the money at my chest, the coins dropping to the floor. Is he serious? Angry and embarrassed, I throw them back. We're causing a scene and people are now staring.
Eventually, he gives up on me and walks over to the next person. Right before he leaves the train he makes a point to walk over to me again. He picks up a loose coin that rolled over near the door and hurls it towards me again before making a swift exit. I lower my shades.
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Later that week, I pass by an outdoor flea market and decide against my better judgment to take a look. "How much is this?" I ask the vendor as I pick up a caramel colored fur coat from a bundle of wrinkled clothes laying on the ground.
I don't like wearing clothes with words on them, as a general rule. In the past I've made an exception for my t-shirt that says "If I die tell Mindy Kaling I love her," and now I'm making one more exception for what is basically an entire collection of feminist slogan t-shirts. Yes, my t-shirt drawer looks just as awesome as you're imagining.
I realize that there's a lot of things you can do for feminism that will have more impact than wearing a t-shirt. However, I'm also a strong believer in expressing yourself through your wardrobe, and what better way to express what is a very important part of my identity?
So without further ado, here are just a few of the places where I've found some awesome feminist shirts — and how to style them because, to be honest, I'm not usually much of a t-shirt person.
Feminist Apparel
Females Are Strong As Hell Tank Top ($30), feministapparel.com
Is there a better combination than feminism and an Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt reference? I think not. I wear this tank top to the gym all the time, but you don't have to take it quite so literally because females are strong as hell in so many different ways. This top is the perfect thing to wear when you need a little reminder of that.
Angry Liberal Feminist Killjoy T-shirt ($30), feministapparel.com
This might be my favorite shirt, if only because it matches my hair so perfectly. Plus it saves a lot of time when meeting new people because then they immediately know what to expect.
I dusted off my rompers for the first time this spring to demonstrate a few of the different ways that I like to style them. And — get this — one of them even lets you go pee. I'm not even kidding.
1. The Casual Romper
Thrifted scarf, Forever 21 romper (sold out) and Adidas sneakers
I found this romper at Forever 21 a year or two ago, and since then it's been my go-to outfit every summer. The little black romper is a far more versatile piece than the LBD, I say. I wear this with everything from heels to sneakers, for dates or for walking the dog. If you buy one romper this summer, let it be a versatile black one that fits you perfectly.
2. The Formal Romper
Missguided Lace Top Long Sleeve Romper, $60, missguidedus.com
Yes, you can totally wear a romper to a formal event. It depends on the event and the romper in question, of course. The above Missguided romper is probably closer to lingerie than a dress, so I wouldn't wear it to a church wedding — but I would wear it for a hot date or out dancing. Like I said before, the best part of rompers is that you can go much shorter than you normally would with a dress, because the shorts will keep you covered no matter what. So go ahead and show off those legs this summer, people!
3. The Thrifted Romper
Thrifted trench coat and romper + Zara wedges.
You guys know how much I love thrifting. If fast fashion isn't your cup of tea or you're just looking to save some money, rest assured that it's possible to find a really cute, affordable romper at the thrift store. That's where I found the one pictured above. It was my very first romper — the gateway romper, if you will. I couldn't say no to the tiny polka dots, or the tiny price.
Remember the spirit animal craze? At the height of spirit animal culture, I was in college. Jenny Boully was my spirit animal. Nicki Minaj, pink-wigged and bossed up at the patriarchy, was my spirit animal. And Anne, of course. Always and forever, Anne Boleyn.
XO Strand $36 & Icicle Pendant $34,
Anne Boleyn, full of grace, the "glass of fashion in France," the bird-boned heretic. If there was ever a ghost in my heart, ambitious and brittle, it was Anna Regina. The most happy. Grudge who grudge, bitches.
In 2016, the novelty of the spirit animal exclamation has worn off. There's no sheen to it now, but I find myself — in times of crisis or consternation and, alarmingly frequently on my commute — willing Anne up out of the arrow chest her body was tucked into and into my state of mind or tone of voice of tilt of head. At any point in time, there is a version of Anne worth breathing in and exhaling. Anne, changing the world that was into the world that — in her eyes — ought to be. Anne, catching a glimpse of the glittering future she wanted and believing herself capable of possessing it, and gaining it (albeit briefly). Anne, bewitching and bejeweled. Always, bejeweled.
I struggle with trends because keeping up with them requires a certain amount of money, of dedication to homogeny, and trust in authority, all of which I lack. I do love fashion, though. I love watching the world of it spin and the woozy way that history repeats itself through the years and the seasons — same animal, different pulse. But I can't quite run with the wolves, yet. I can't giddily jumpstart my wardrobe and metamorphosize into the it girl of any given season. Anne couldn't either. She made, by all accounts — and I've read many of them — her own way.
"[Anne Boleyn] dressed with marvellous taste and devised new modes which were copied by all the fashionable ladies at court; [she] wore them all with a 'gracefulness that rivalled Venus.' Later, she would be responsible for introducing the French hood into England, a fashion that would last for sixty years."
— The Six Wives of Henry VIII, Alison Weir
SIXTY YEARS. She did what she wanted and then other folks did it FOR SIXTY YEARS. If she didn't have to follow trends, I don't either. In all things, I trust in Anne. Anne knew how to bed a king and play a lute and write letters in French. And Anne damn well knew how to layer a necklace.
I have always preferred statement necklaces to delicate pieces, mostly because they're just easier (one and done and out the door), but the shifting of the seasons is calling for change and if I can't be an It Girl, I can at least slip on a summer skin — something lighter than the bleak black I've worn all winter. There's also my newfound fondness of very bold headbands. You can't wear a horn crown and a huge necklace. It just doesn't track.
So, I've been dabbling in layering necklaces, taking my cues from the luminous and lustrous Anne Boleyn. Here's what Anna Regina can teach us (and where to shop for the delicate and divine):
Like every woman everywhere, I’ve had my fair share of unwanted comments lobbed at me about my appearance. Exist in the world as woman and your appearance is perceived as public intellectual property. Men specifically seem to feel the most entitled to share opinions on what I look like, whether those thoughts are solicited or not (and they usually are not).
Though there have been many times that men have shared their feelings about me and my hair, makeup, and overall appearance, I find it the most perversely amusing to hear men’s thoughts about my clothing.
In 2010, I lived with two roommates in college, one of whom was a very lovely guy. As it was college, and we were often either going out or getting ready to go out together, I got in the habit of asking my roommates what they thought of different outfits when I was getting dressed for the night. One day, when I had put on a particularly flow-y draped-front shirt, I walked into the living room to ask my roommates their opinion. My male roommate, though opinionated, usually kept his comments on clothing to the relatively minimal, “this looks good,” or “maybe something warmer.” This time however, he had an immediate reaction to my loose top.
“Well I like the color but it looks.. weird in the front. Is it supposed to be like that?” he asked.
“What do you mean?” I questioned, confused.
“The two sides hang down, and it looks like, a wilted flower? Or, like, a labia?” He sputtered, flustered.
I immediately burst out laughing (and, went to go change my shirt). Though that comment has yet to be replicated, I have catalogued below, for your reading pleasure, the thirteen most ridiculous things that guys have said about my clothing. Some of the comments have come from boyfriends or guy friends, and some of them have come from random strangers in bars, classrooms, and the streets of NYC.
I've been carrying the same once-actually-very-nice-but-now-incredibly-dingy leather tote bag for a long, long time. It's not because I especially love this bag above all others or because it has some deep sentimental value. No, I've slammed this poor thing around for two years simply because it can hold all my crap.
Poor thing.
I shouldn't speak ill of the dead (and this is bag is so very dead) because being my "work bag" is no easy feat. I went to Nordstrom Rack several months ago and bought a gorgeous Steve Madden leather backpack and you know what happened? It lasted two weeks and then snapped like the protagonist of a particularly heinous Lifetime Original TV Movie. After that, it was right back to ye ole faithful tote which carries, with neither complaint nor torn strap, the following daily haul:
My laptop, My pencil case, Books I am reading, Books I am writing in (one leather bound journal, two spiral college ruled notebook, two purple Moleskines, and one day planner) Two cell phone chargers (because if I lose one, I'm screwed okay?!), Innumerable half-empty Altoids tins (at last count, four), However many pens do not fit into my pencil case, and Three different post-it notepads in different colors
Listen, I've been looking. I've been putting myself out there emotionally. I'm ready for a new bag, I'm available, I'm not the problem. The problem is that any bag cavernous enough to hold all of the above daily necessities, is either ugly canvas or shiny patent leather or extremely heavy or monstrously expensive.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I would rather pluck the lining off the straps of my pale, blown out tote than carry something plasticine or canvas or stupid heavy. Also, I resent tassels and I don't care what the surging tide of fashion dictates, I will not embrace fringe. My arms are wide open to other 70's inspired looks, but I will never, ever abide by fringe. I should be less picky. If I wasn't stubbornly entrenched in writing everything down and writing it in coded color and having something to read at all times, I wouldn't still be dragging the same thrashed tote around, but when what you carry defines who you are, when the tools for doing who you're passionate about rest on shoulders, you're not going to dump them into just anything right? You're going to want options. And secret inner compartments.
