Lunch time (or apparently)
Just wanted to comment on this: as someone who has always intrinsically preferred not stepping out of the house without feeling put-together, I find the duality between the acceptability of the public persona in Europe vs. America very interesting. I have had many male European friends and acquaintances tell me they are baffled by the sloppiness of American women out and about in public – how they seem to run around with very little eye towards personal appearance. This attitude is certainly reflected in practice: if you go to most European cities, you'll find, on average, more people are “styled” and are putting forth a degree of effort when they leave their house.
Stateside, this mentality seems to be shunned by a lot of people: being immaculately dressed can almost make you a target, or at least a spectacle of curiosity. People constantly ask me why I'm so dressed up – but the truth of the matter is a) I love beautiful clothes and putting them together, it gives me a sense of pride and a freedom of creativity and b) It's ingrained in me that you step out of the house looking somewhat presentable. I don't always wear makeup, I don't really wear heels anymore and I never have my hair immaculately done or anything (simple bun is enough for me), but I don't go to so much as the store in my pajamas, either. I actually love and respect Olivia's constant presentability and the fact she always looks like she's put some thought into what she's wearing. She doesn't look fake to me, just style-conscious.
I think it's sort of a fine line, because I adamantly believe people should dress to feel comfortable, but at the same time, do people not have standards anymore? Nothing makes me cringe internally more than seeing the Brentwood housewife look of dyed blonde hair, deep tan and hot pink Juicy velour tracksuit, or the ubiquitous JAP uniform of huge, loose 250 dollar Aritzia sweatpants stuffed into floppy looking, salt encrusted Uggs that seems to be sported by half the people where I live come Winter-time. THAT SAID. I fucking love Lululemon yoga pants, I'm such a convert, and will sometimes wear those out between going to the gym and going home, so maybe I'm just a huge hypocrite.
Just wanted to comment on this: as someone who has always intrinsically preferred not stepping out of the house without feeling put-together, I find the duality between the acceptability of the public persona in Europe vs. America very interesting. I have had many male European friends and acquaintances tell me they are baffled by the sloppiness of American women out and about in public – how they seem to run around with very little eye towards personal appearance. This attitude is certainly reflected in practice: if you go to most European cities, you'll find, on average, more people are “styled” and are putting forth a degree of effort when they leave their house.
Stateside, this mentality seems to be shunned by a lot of people: being immaculately dressed can almost make you a target, or at least a spectacle of curiosity. People constantly ask me why I'm so dressed up – but the truth of the matter is a) I love beautiful clothes and putting them together, it gives me a sense of pride and a freedom of creativity and b) It's ingrained in me that you step out of the house looking somewhat presentable. I don't always wear makeup, I don't really wear heels anymore and I never have my hair immaculately done or anything (simple bun is enough for me), but I don't go to so much as the store in my pajamas, either. I actually love and respect Olivia's constant presentability and the fact she always looks like she's put some thought into what she's wearing. She doesn't look fake to me, just style-conscious.
I think it's sort of a fine line, because I adamantly believe people should dress to feel comfortable, but at the same time, do people not have standards anymore? Nothing makes me cringe internally more than seeing the Brentwood housewife look of dyed blonde hair, deep tan and hot pink Juicy velour tracksuit, or the ubiquitous JAP uniform of huge, loose 250 dollar Aritzia sweatpants stuffed into floppy looking, salt encrusted Uggs that seems to be sported by half the people where I live come Winter-time. THAT SAID. I fucking love Lululemon yoga pants, I'm such a convert, and will sometimes wear those out between going to the gym and going home, so maybe I'm just a huge hypocrite.
I want her body, her face and her clothes.
She has the loveliest smile
Her legs are still looking good
These are from her blog:
Jeans don't do her legs justice!
I think she's thin just not toned AT ALL I don't think it really matters to her considering most of the time she wears clothes and not bikinis, she's just very flat
How is she only 5'4?!!!!!!!
Just goes to show how being skinny makes you look so tall and elegant. Either that, or it's those ridiculously fabulous legs she's got.
If you love Olivia´s style as I do, this site is very nice and it is updated on daily basis: http://oliviasstyle.blogspot.pt
Enjoy!