faux leather jacket, Guess. pants, H&M. men's shirt, United Colors of Benetton. knee-high boots, vintage.
I would describe myself as a poor women's Pheobeophile. I've always loved her effortless way of making androgyny chic. While I am a huge fan, I'm not exactly in the market for high end fashion right now, thus I tend to steal my boyfriend's shirts as you see here.
This morning when I was getting dressed, I spotted a blue button down hanging half-hazardly on my closet doorknob. I threw it on and instantly recalled this quote from a recent article in the October issue of Vogue, "She's wearing a man's shirt with the front tucked in, the tail left out, and the sleeves frayed where she cut the cuffs off. Her high-waisted jeans are hemmed with a new piece of darker denim [...] Her cute black padded-sleeve biker jacket is "the proper thing"" (Vicki Woods, Vogue).
I love how Pheobe can just absorb design elements and turn them into something that is perfectly evocative of her style. To the untrained eye it might be hard to distinguish a Pheobe Philo design because each piece has a mirage of being simple, however a fashionista can tell that it is in the details and proportions that Ms. Philo's designs shine. She designs with instincts making her more of a clairvoyant cultural anthropologist, in that she is able to predict what women want to wear now. She's seems like the most interesting person, I would love to either pick her brain, or just follow her around all day. So Pheobe, if you're reading this and you need an assistant, I'm your woman.