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Stile "Menocore"

Stile Menocore: una celebrazione della libertà e della fiducia delle donne che si vestono per se stesse. #menocore #stilemenocore #tendenzamenocore #outfitmenocore #perfettamentechic

Una variazione dello Stile Normcore per le donne è stata chiamata Menocore ed è una tendenza della moda che di recente sta ottenendo popolarità. Stile menocore è una tendenza di moda che si ispira all’estetica di una donna di mezza età che apprezza il comfort, la semplicità e i tessuti naturali. Si tratta di una versione dello stile normcore, dove menocore è caratterizzato da abiti larghi e…

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My First Fashion Week Has Been Imperfect and Strangely Life-Affirming

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My First Fashion Week Has Been Imperfect and Strangely Life-Affirming

This is my very first fashion week! I’m very excited and also nervous and oh my god what will I wear I hope I don’t fall over at some point. I love fashion as something to think about and observe in others, but I feel I’m very firmly not a “fashion person,” if that makes sense? I sort of feel like a band nerd at a jock party, but I have no doubt this week will be fun (if I don’t fall). This is also my first fashion week as a managing editor, so while we’ve had meetings and google docs and emails galore, 90% of my anxiety comes from a deep need to not mess this up. Below, a recording of my first few days — let me know whether you think I succeeded.

Thursday

10 a.m.

I’m working from home today and have knocked out the work-from-home essentials: brush your teeth, wash your face, put on a bra and make a huge pot of coffee. I spend most of the morning doing normal non-fashion week things.

2 p.m

I make one of those weird work-from-home lunches that’s just a bowl of stuff from your fridge.

6:30 p.m.

I sign off to get ready for the DapperQ show at the Brooklyn Museum.

7 p.m.

I decide to walk because it’s finally not a million degrees out and immediately get rained on. I regret nothing as it is important to see the outside world for at least 20 minute on a work-from-home day.

7:30 p.m.

I meet up with my friend Naima and head in. It’s a full-on scene. Technically this is my very first fashion show, but it’s on what feels like my home turf. The general public can and is encouraged to buy tickets so it’s more of an event than anything else. There are pop-up boutiques, a gif booth, the world’s longest bar line and a station to get all of your measurements taken.

8:10 p.m.

The show starts and it’s actually 10 different labels showing: A/C Space, Audio Helkuik, Jag & Co, Kris Harring Apparel Group, Nicole Wilson, SALT, Stuzo clothing, The Phluid Project, TomboyX + Squirrel Vs. Coyote, and THÚY Custom Clothier. It’s a mix of incredibly tailored suits for all types of bodies and all types of gender expressions, flowy linen tunics and pants that feel like tropical menocore, ’90s inspired rave wear and a truly great bike short look. The models that are sent down the runway are all races, ages, sizes and orientations.

9:15 p.m.

That was a very long show, I fell in love at least three times and now I need to buy a suit. First fashion show down!

Friday

10:30 a.m.

I get into the office late because the Q was majorly delayed this morning and it was physically impossible to get on the first one that came. Haley, Simedar and I spend five minutes talking about how dumb New York is as an idea. Someone points out there’s a nutella cookie on the counter and I decide to treat my emotional wounds with too much sugar.

11 a.m.

The office is a ghost town, between people dashing in and out for shows, working remotely and squeezing in end-of-summer vacations. I get a lot of the task-based stuff done (pay freelancers, update our project management software, send some strongly worded emails). I think/hope we prepared well for fashion week this year. We had two meetings to try to get ahead of everything but also decided that this year everyone will be flexible within reason. There’s no need to stay up till midnight working on a post.

1 p.m.

Amelia turns around her Tory Burch post with lightning speed, Edith finds the photos and we turn it live! Nothing like the rush of timely content!!!

5 p.m.

Maybe it’s the sugar, maybe it’s the fashion week adrenaline, but it is 5 o’clock and we have lost our minds. We get on the topic of tattooing celebrities on our thighs, Haley has busted out her weird animal toys and I keep changing my hair. I’m going to Chromat in a few and feel like this is the day to just go for a fulllllll look. I’m wearing a purple jump suit and more makeup and jewelry than I ever do, but changing from a high bun to a messy low ponytail feels like a true leap into a fashion-forward existence. Haley loans me her incredible white coat and while every part of my always-underdressed soul is screaming for me to take it off, a small voice says, it’s fashion week.

5:50 p.m.

Eliz and I arrive at the Chromat show after a quick walk (that girl can walk). There’s a lot of street style hullabaloo and when a nice guy asks to take my photo I say YES. Fashion week has turned me into a whole new woman!! It was a weird process but whatever, I’m an old pro by the time we meet up with Simon and he snaps my photo for this here diary. We’re in line for about 30 minutes but it goes quickly because there is just so much to see, so many people to watch.

6:20 p.m.

After a somewhat confusing line situation and an elevator ride that set off my anxiety (made an iPhone note: “Play about fashion people stuck in an elevator???” I don’t think it’s a hit), we get into the space. In the rush to find our seats I see one Whoopi Goldberg and feel beyond blessed.

6:50 p.m.

The show is over and it was so fun! Once again we were blessed with a gorgeous mix of models including Ericka Hart, whose hair I’m copying immediately. Their swimsuits and sunglasses and beads almost made me sad that summer is over, but I now have some full looks to dream about for the next 10 months or so.

7:15 p.m.

Back in the office to send the final end-of-day editorial email and check in on some things before running off to surprise my friend who just got engaged!! Feeling very happy and grateful for this day.

Saturday

10 a.m. – 1 p.m.

Very chill morning, made some breakfast, did some reading, wrote for myself, went to the gym, ate a second breakfast, took a shower and put my “look” together.

1-2 p.m.

Getting ready for the Christian Siriano show and am VERY excited. I got to talk to him ever-so-briefly earlier this year and love not only the stuff that he makes but the people he casts. Also hoping to see my tall sister Leslie Jones.

Feeling a bit of an emotional hangover from pushing myself outside of my comfort zone (amazing what the right coat can do), so I just threw on the Levi’s from this story, a black turtleneck and some dad sneakers. Feeling very much in my comfort zone, I left, giving myself 20 more minutes than Google maps told me I needed because of the raggedy-ass MTA.

2:15 p.m.

The Q isn’t coming for 17 minutes. The B isn’t running at all. I remember how much fun I had in Baltimore earlier this year and briefly imagine what Baltimore Nora is doing right at this very moment.

2:32 p.m.

The train is beyond crowded but I push myself on because I can’t be late. I hope that all of my I’ll-wait-for-the-next-one karma has been stored up for this very moment. Texting with Haley and Em to let them know I’ll be late-late. Because, oh, guess what? This late-ass Q is now running local instead of express. A 3-year-old-girl is pummeling her older brother while their dad plays a phone game. Her brother pushes her and she falls on my shoes, the dad finally looks up. I double check that I’ve registered to vote.

4:17 p.m.

I finally meet Emily outside in line. We have standing tickets and Haley has a seat so she already went in. We chat, see Tiffany Hadish walk in (she ready, I mumble enthusiastically to myself) and I think Carmen Electra? It is raining and the line is outside.

4:23 p.m.

No room at the inn! Someone tells one person at the front of the line that we all have to go home and it quickly becomes the world’s saddest/grouchiest game of telephone. Em and I are both a little bummed and decide to just head home rather than wait to see people exit. I get back on the Q train, it is running as it should.

I’m a little annoyed and frustrated and the high of last night’s New York magic has worn off. The afternoon was stressful, challenging, disappointing and no one likes to feel like they’re being left out. It felt like what I was nervous would happen (“mmm you’re not cool!”) happened and I know it’s not personal and I know it’s not an actual big deal but I’m just…over it.

5:20 p.m.

Grab some groceries on the walk home, come back to send a few emails, update a few headlines and check in on everyone else. My ticket for Pyer Moss is standing also and I’m feeling a little Eeyore-ish and think about skipping it. My friend Morgan’s birthday is tonight and so is my friend Michelle’s goodbye and I could use the extra energy/hours. But I ultimately decide against ditching. So I eat too much cheese, sigh and put on my shoes, and head out the door. Feel free to bookmark that as an inspirational quote.

6:30 p.m.

The show is in Brooklyn at the Weeksville Heritage Center so I splurge on a Lyft since it’s kind of close. I get there and just like that, I’m back in it. Roughly 98% of the people outside are black and there are some fantastic outfits. I bump into my new pal Simon who was smart enough to wear a rain poncho. We wait in line for a bit which gives me ample time to covet the Pyer Moss sweatshirts the staff and crew are wearing. There are also staff members with shirts that say “If You’re Just Hearing About Pyer Moss We Forgive You.” I’ll take two. I don’t know anyone but it’s fine, because I’m just happy to be there.

7 p.m.

I walk into the space and it’s amazing. It is full on raining so it’s a bit of a bummer that it’s outside but very much worth it. I wander over to the back where the historic houses are. Which, I feel like I should explain something here: I LOVE historic homes and historic house tours. Like 80% of my personality is loving historic homes. These particular historic homes are the Hunterfly Road Houses , built at the height of Weeksville’s time as a thriving free black community in the 19th and early 20th century. Okay. Back to fashion. Shaun Ross is here! I think MJ Rodriguez is here too! Karruche is for sure here!

7:15 p.m.

A jazz quartet walks out. They’re all dressed in white and posted up to the side of the houses: I’m about to witness some black excellence, I think to myself. I’m standing by the stage manager and hear her say “the choir is coming out now” into a headset. Which, okay, sorry to keep doing this — I LOVE choirs, and while we’re here on this historic black site about to watch a black designer send black models down the runway while a jazz quartet plays, I watch this choir come out and think about how much being in choir helped shaped my identity and community and realize that, at this moment, it feels a bit like a community, and I get in my feelings, just a little bit. What would it have been like to see this future for myself? What is it like to grow up now with all these infinite ways to be black and successful?

8ish p.m.

The show is over and it was incredible. Yellow pleather overalls, a yellow mesh dress that I would not be surprised to see on MR sometime in the future, gorgeous pleated pants, amazing graphic prints and a gospel choir that swag surf-ed. I would see a look and think of a black actor it would be perfect for, or a friend (I’m matchmaking Crystal and those pleather overalls for sure). It just felt special.

It’s been a rough couple of news days, so standing in that space in awe of all that we do and all that we create was the first time I truly felt what it means for fashion to transcend clothing or magazines or trends. To be at the heart of how fashion can be the start of a conversation or even a feeling.

There was a cookout, with Hennesy, duh, but I decided to leave on a high note. I turned around to look at the Hunterfly Houses all lit up as an amazing 90s R&B mix floated out from the party and I remember why I love New York. That all parts of myself are given a place to thrive, to be seen. That in three days you can see different pieces of what matter to you reflected back in all of the crazy glory of the city at its most insane. I’m signing off to celebrate a friend and say goodbye to another, to give thanks for this city and the people that fill it.

Feature photo by Simon Chetrit. 

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Post by TM

I came across a pap snap of Diane Keaton last week, and it reminded me that she’s a Goddamn style icon and how the ef could I have forgotten that? Since the 1970s she’s been dressing like your eccentric aunt, always doing her own thing. You can’t exactly call her stylish in the, say, Amal Clooney way, but she definitely has style.

Remember that time she wore a thousand hats?

The day I saw the candid photo of Diane was the day Man Repeller published their now viral piece on ‘menocore‘ which is pretty effing frustrating, Man Repeller, because I thought of it first, and TMCM could do with those clicks. Except you put it into very good words and wrapped it up in a very nice term so, thanks, Man Repeller. You’ve saved me from writing about 400 words.

You may wonder why paps are snapping a septuagenarian when there are plenty of big browed, skinny twenty-somethings about. The reason is Hampstead, a terrible looking new movie she’s in. With Brendan Gleeson, I might add, another fine actor who doesn’t deserve to be in terrible looking movies. But so it goes.

Analysing Diane Keaton’s style isn’t a new thing, of course. She is Annie Hall (DiANE, and Hall is her real last name). The film was built around her personality and style, and that’s why it’s so iconic. She must have a clause built into her contracts that she gets to wear her own clothes (except for maybe the Father of the Bride movies) because it’s clearly Annie’s wardrobe in the role and not other Annie’s (The First Wives Club) or Erica’s (Something’s Gotta Give).

Annie’s style has evolved the way anyone’s would; one grows out of wearing what one wore as a twenty-something. But recently, her ‘mature’ wardrobe has become exactly what this thirty-something finds herself wanting to wear. And a lot of other thirty-somethings, according to Man Repeller’s Menocore Movement.

Diane Keaton was honoured at the AFI, and Meryl Streep turned up dressed as Diane Keaton

Some followers of ‘menocore’ go for the ageing yoga teacher school of style: harem pants, beads, tank-tops, etc.

Diane is all about the mannish tailoring with skirts, boots and, obviously, hats. Here she is drinking a bottle of wine on a chat show and talking about her celebrity friends. What an outfit.

  Dressing ‘like Diane Keaton’ can be read in two ways. Her wardrobe is worth copying, for sure. It’s classic and classy but with a little eccentricity thrown in. But the more important interpretation is to dress how you want to. DK has been doing it for years, she’s copying nobody, and that, friends, is that.

Late Diane Keaton Style Hall of Fame

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Everyone’s dressing like 70-something Diane Keaton and so should you Post by TM I came across a pap snap of Diane Keaton last week, and it reminded me that she's a Goddamn style icon and how the ef could I have forgotten that?

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9 Outfits Team Man Repeller Wants to Wear This Summer

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9 Outfits Team Man Repeller Wants to Wear This Summer

Man Repeller’s archive of style content is essentially a never-ending supply of outfit ideas. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dipped into its coffers with my proverbial ladle and dished myself out a fresh spoonful of inspiration. The only unfortunate thing is that, per the Internet’s oh-so-turnover-friendly nature, a lot of our best stuff gets forgotten — or worse, buried — in the ever-expanding void, which (not to sound like a cranky hermit husk) is a crying shame! In the interest of highlighting some of our past favorites, I asked Man Repeller’s creative team to dip in their ladles and tell me about a particular outfit they’re interested in bringing back to life via their very own wardrobes. Read their answers (and mine) below, and share yours in the comments.

What outfit do you want to approximate? A high-waist bikini bottom paired with a dramatic black-tie-appropriate top.

Why this one? I don’t think there are two schools of style more different than “black-tie” and “swimwear,” which is probably why I have a such a burning desire to combine them. I love the absurdity of this outfit, because it’s really only appropriate for a small cheese wedge’s worth of occasions, i.e. lounging by a pool at a safe distance from the water, clutching an aperol spritz. Nothing sounds more leisurely — and leisurely is exactly the adjective I would like applied to all my aesthetic decisions from now until Labor Day.

What outfit do you want to approximate? A Carrie Bradshaw-ified version of Edith’s men’s swim trunks.

Why this one? Edith Young is an icon of our time, but independent of that reality, it is important to note both the undertones that trace back to an episode of Sex and the City from season 4 wherein Carrie Bradshaw meets a doctor on the beach in the Hamptons and Charlotte pretends to be 27 and gets crabs as an inferred result. All of the looks from Edith’s The Only Summer Shorts I want to Wear are Mens Swim Trunks abide by the basic styling tenet that was evidenced in that episode, but doesn’t she just make dressing that much more relatable? I invite you to judge both my attempt and the fact that this is not so much an outfit I want to try as it is one that I have already brainstormed in practice.

What outfit do you want to approximate? A white blouse and green swishy pants with big earrings and round sunglasses.

Why this one? I’ve always loved this shot from Harling’s menocore shoot. It’s the perfect combination of cool and comfortable and weird (much like Harls herself). Reasons being: I’m not immune to the white blouse trend, I really want some green swishy pants, and I’ve recently jumped on the big-earring bandwagon like the slow poke that I am. I want to wear this tomorrow and then every day for the rest of summer. Is that too much?

What outfit do you want to approximate? A pair of biker shorts with a sweatshirt.

Why this one? I’ve been wanting to try the biker-shorts-with-a-sweatshirt look ever since I saw photos of Princess Diana in various biker-shorts-with-sweatshirt outfits. Then I saw Imani do it and I was like ENOUGH ALREADY! IT IS MY TIME TO TRY IT.

I love the proportions, that it’s so clearly comfortable, that it’s air-conditioned-room-appropriate and that it leans into the 80s redux trend that I cannot yet seem to (nor do I want to) shake. I also have this nostalgic-y thing about sweatshirts and shorts in the summer: it reminds me of just having got my license, not having anything to do, and driving to get iced coffee and bagels with my friends. Anytime I can channel that “mood,” I want to.

Only modifications I’d make to the above: I’d probably do black or navy biker shorts and a white or gray sweatshirt? And tortoise shell sunglasses.

What outfit do you want to approximate? Something colorful and beach-themed in a kitschy sense, topped off with a giant hat.

Why this one? These photos (and Amelia’s A+ styling) convinced me to purchase this large straw hat from Mango awhile ago, but I sadly have yet to actually wear it. If I were to categorize this hat by instances in which I’d wear it, I’d say, “only when I’m OOO,” so this weekend is looking like the perfect opportunity. 

What outfit do you want to approximate? A floating midi-dress with an unconventional silhouette, belted by a bateau shirt, punctuated by lobster red accessories on ears and on toes.

Why this one? I think about this dress a lot. It’s menocore for when you just can’t stomach a muted hue. The outfit includes all of the trappings of a lobster trap: netting, lobsters, nautical stripes and the colors of a New England bay.

What outfit do you want to approximate? A white T-shirt, cool straight-leg jeans and heeled slides.

Why this one? Though I was very much on the tie-dye bandwagon in middle school, I sadly missed it when it came back around this spring. Nevertheless, I’m still drawn to this outfit due to its timeless silhouette. You can never go wrong with a white T-shirt. Plus, buying a pair of straight leg jeans and a pair of heeled slides has been on my to-do list for far too long. After reacquainting myself with this look, I’m inspired to invest in less traditional colorways for both items and maybe even drape a sweater around my shoulders like a country club dad.

What outfit do you want to approximate? A flowy slip dress (for ventilation) and a linen shirt to protect from sun rays plus dainty feminine accessories!

Why this one? Full disclosure, I styled this, so my choice is a bit narcissistic, but I just love the look of this yellow slip, dainty accessories and linen shirt. I could wear this to a cafe in NYC, on a rooftop with a drink, at the beach (swimsuit underneath of course) or headed to a dinner at The Boathouse in Central Park. It’s also an easy outfit to approximate. Go try! And feel free to picture yourself in any of the aforementioned locations or Mediterranean coastal city while you’re at it.

What outfit do you want to approximate? Head-to-toe Miranda Hobbes green, mixing a more structured dress with something fun and sexy like this sheer top.

Why this one? I can say that the most confident and fashionable time of my life was my Limited Too heyday of 1997. I confidently wore lime green plaid hip-huggers to sleepaway camp and topped it off with a pleather lime green raincoat and would mix and match neon orange and lavender tops for activities like capture the flag and forced canoeing. While I hated sleepaway camp, I look back on that outfit with an incredible amount of tenderness. I’d like to tap into my former self with this Miranda Hobbes green look, a little more muted but just as stylish and eye-catching. Even though I have always identified as a Magda-sun, Lexi Featherston-moon, I think it’s fully time to embrace all things Miranda.

Okay! Your turn! What outfit (from Man Repeller’s archive or otherwise) do you want to approximate and why?

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Can Personal Style Exist in the Age of Instagram?

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Can Personal Style Exist in the Age of Instagram?

If you click on my byline on Man Repeller, you will find a litany of evidence regarding the impact of Instagram on my stylistic proclivities. I’ve written about testing Instagram style trends; following Maison Cleo and subsequently becoming enthralled with the elusive white summer blouse; collecting evidence of a phenomenon I came to call “Menocore”; stalking Tracee Ellis Ross’s vacation aesthetic; gleaning black-tie outfit ideas from coworkers and…well…a whole lot more, but you get the idea.

The app has been a notable conduit for many – if not most — of my fashion-centric revelations over the past few years, a veritable breeding ground for discovering new brands, new trends and new ways to wear things. Every time I open the “Explore” page and start scrolling, I inevitably come across something that gives me that telltale, spine-tingling thrill: a relatively unknown Danish jewelry designer making pearl earrings in the exact style I’ve been looking for; a style blogger living in South Africa who has the coolest way of combining dresses and pants; a creative agency that posts beautiful images from photo shoots around the world, etc. Each discovery feels utterly unique, and yet they all seem to fill a need I didn’t even know existed, as if the insatiable entity that is my personal style was hungering for a source of inspiration that was both highly particular and utterly nebulous, and all of a sudden, the perfect inspiration appeared. Like magic!

When I pondered the full impact of this ongoing discovery loop, I had a strange train of thought: Is my personal style even personal anymore if it is being shaped by an algorithm that appears to know me better than I know myself? Is Instagram’s never-ending conveyer belt of trends a detriment to human creativity? An excuse to sit back, relax and dress like everyone else?

When I emailed Elle.com Style Director Nikki Ogunnaike to ask her that very question, she made an interesting point:

“When has personal style ever really been personal? Apps are here and we’re spending more time on them, but before that it was music videos, TV shows, and movies that served as inspiration for me. Joan on Girlfriends wore cargo pants one episode and I’ve been obsessed ever since. That is to say, I’ve certainly been inspired to buy things because I’ve seen it on another person —most recently it’s everything Princess Diana ever wore on vacation because I deep-dived Fly Lady Di— but the way I style it is all Nikki. The styling part of ‘personal style’ can still exist, but dwelling on just how personal it is could lead you into an existential crisis.”

Her comment resonated with me. I’ve always liked imagining my relationship with style as a conversation, an exchange between my taste and the world around me – images, words, people, pop culture, nostalgia. In that sense, I’ve always found it somewhat enlightening, because to grapple with your sense of style is also to grapple with your sense of self. The more I learn about the former, the more I learn about the latter – and vice versa.

I wondered, though, if Instagram was making that pursuit reductive. Thanks to my clever Explore page, the rotation of ever-available inspiration is essentially low-hanging fruit. At times it felt like the algorithm was reading my mind. Was it? Eager for answers, I reached out to an Instagram spokesperson.

“There are a number of signals we take into account to predict what kind of content you’ll enjoy, including (but not limited to) who you follow, what you like, and what you comment on,” the spokesperson told me over email. “The Explore page is also partly powered by what is trending among the people you follow, and on the platform in general. It’s important to note that the algorithm we use for Explore is separate from the algorithm we use for the Feed — the Explore page is specifically personalized to reflect your interests and interactions.”

When I mentioned that my Explore page seems to have become better and better at serving me content that I like, she said, “Explore is constantly evolving alongside your interests, so the more you engage with content throughout Instagram, the more Explore can learn what you like and what you might be interested in.”

I suppose, then, the algorithm does know me better than I know myself in that it is able to deduce what I will like before I do. Designed to keep me constantly engaged, it is always one step ahead. So what does that mean in terms of its impact on personal taste?

When I posed this question to Leandra, who has also written at length about the various sartorial discoveries she has made via Instagram, she said, “I don’t know that an algorithm shapes my taste so much as it does perpetuate taste that is already there. Unless that is kind of the same thing!” That sentiment rang true for me as well: a classic chicken-or-egg situation.

She also acknowledged how the algorithm is developed to learn our tastes and feed us content accordingly: “It’s sort of like a really good market editor that understands the nuances of what makes up the style of wherever he/she works and then serves the best options that it can scrape.” I appreciated the idea of thinking about Instagram’s algorithm as a particularly clever market editor, though I wondered whether my trust in its ability to do so was giving me tunnel vision.

Leandra touched on this too, saying, “The real danger (if you can even call it that) is in what happens when you are sure your taste is changing, that you’re ready to explore a new frontier but are so caught up in the loop of old party tricks/a dated algorithmic equation.”

The thing is, I am sure my taste is changing, simply because it always has. Sometimes the shifts aren’t immediately apparent, but in hindsight I can often pinpoint exactly when and why they occurred.

I want the best of both worlds: I want the new frontier — the hypothetical thing that turns my personal style topsy-turvy and prompts me to reflect on the when and the why of my emotional state — and I want the algorithm’s comfortingly accurate loop of discovery. But maybe they aren’t mutually exclusive. Maybe they can work in congress with each other — if I become a more thoughtful middle(wo)man, that is.

In the end, I think the key to keeping personal style personal, no matter how smart apps like Instagram get, is precisely what made it personal in the first place: curiosity. As long as we’re relentlessly curious, as long as we keep overturning rocks and peeking under the hoods of metaphorical cars and asking questions and reaching tentacles out into the unknown, new frontiers will inevitably surface — and the algorithms? They are our maps, our metal detectors, our binoculars, our guides, readily equipped to help us identify the multitude of telltale, spine-tingling thrills that these fresh batches of stylistic proclivities have to offer.

Collage by Madeline Montoya.

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Are Bucket Hats Actually Back? A Scientific Investigation by Moi

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Are Bucket Hats Actually Back? A Scientific Investigation by Moi

If the accessories table at Céline stores coupled with the influencer population of Copenhagen are any indication, there is no way around a new reality that might be challenging to psychologically absorb. Indeed — it appears that bucket hats, which have been quietly seeping through the porous skin of fashion’s zeitgeist, are making a comeback.

How could they come back if they were never cool, you ask? I urge you to recall the cover of Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Barbra Streisand’s creative interpretations of said bucket over the last several decades and that day Mia Thermopolis of The Princess Diaries went to school dressed from the neck up like she was applying for a Fila catalogue model job.

Originally known as “Irish walking hats,” they served the utilitarian purpose of protecting fishermen and farmers from inclement weather. Their foray into modern culture occurred in the 60s, when they were newly defined as a fanciful accessory to complement the mod style of dress. But it wasn’t really until the 90s, when the accessory was adopted and reinterpreted by the rap and hip-hop community, that they experienced the sort of skyrocket success that gives a trend posterity.

But why these hats, now? Perhaps we’ve reached peak 90s and as a result find ourselves grasping for straws as we look to further perpetuate a revival. Incidentally, bucket hats could be its last untapped frontier, which makes it both a blessing (if you are tired of looking to Julia Stiles for #outfitinspo) and a curse (are you really ready to re-enter the 80s, cycling shorts and neon accents notwithstanding?).

Personally speaking, bucket hats can file themselves under Things I Would Have Sworn I Would Never Want to Try, but as fate and my murky sense of self would have it, Man Repeller has made a bucket hat, one that I volleyed for and championed in a major way. My daughters have been seen sporting them on at least two occasions and I, for one, did not put this outfit on to satisfy the story’s art requirement. So what am I to make of the hat’s renaissance?

I don’t know. Which is why I took to the streets and a trusted board of advisors (my dad, Amelia’s boyfriend, this one Romanian guy, and Anthony, who has fixed every broken appliance in my apartment since I moved in last November) to unpack the rehash for me. I simply asked, “What do you think of my bucket hat?” and in response achieved a deluge of substantially varied remarks. I invite you to see below.

Guess what? I wrote the first half of this story before actually taking to the streets (Washington Square Park and the region of Nolita) and culling responses to my bucket hat. It was foolish to assume the reactions would be varied and greedy to suggest “substantially” so. What actually ended up happening is some version of the below, each iteration quite lukewarm:

“Pretty good.”

When this was followed by, “Would you wear one?” my reply was met with a universally decisive (and possibly derisive), “No.” Amelia’s boyfriend made zero sense when I asked him (he said something about an indoor cat which I am having trouble recalling now), my dad asked me why I was asking him, that one Romanian guy (his name is Lorenzo) just sent me back a text that read “xo,” and, well actually, Anthony impressed me. He said, “I can fix your oven, but I don’t know how to help with bad hair.” The nerve! The gusto.

So where does this leave us in relation to the story title’s question? Exactly where we started! After all, would a bunch of strangers genuinely be able to ascertain whether a trend is making a comeback when we live by an ethos that demands a comeback be strictly defined by the trend’s beholder? If I want to wear a bucket hat, by golly I will. That shit protects my face from the sun, connects me to the roots of what it means to dress menocore and if I’m being really honest, I feel like a salad bar wherein Johnny Depp and Jane Goodall are the main protein options, so I’m going with it.

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Photos by Edith Young.

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Menocore is the New Normcore, and It’s a Lot More Comfortable

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Menocore is the New Normcore, and It’s a Lot More Comfortable

The other day I found myself fantasizing about moving into a lighthouse. In this not uncommon fantasy of mine, I am rocking a breezy yet put-together white outfit, the perfect menocore ensemble. Early summer is the perfect time to get into your 2000-present day Diane Keaton inspired looks, so I figured this post deserved to fill your feeds once again. Originally published in July of 2017 it is a timeless beauty, much like a good pair of linen pants. – Nora 

All I want is to dress like Diane Keaton in Something’s Gotta Give right now.

The realization dawned on me as I surveyed my closet at the beginning of summer. After a few weeks of mulling it over, I decided to pitch it as a style story.

“I want to style three looks inspired by the aesthetic of a middle-aged woman on a low-key beach vacation,” I said. “You know: lots of linen, tiny spectacle sunglasses, maybe a bucket hat, cozy knits, everything super flowy…” My voice trailed off as I searched my coworkers’ faces for a flicker of recognition.

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“So many people are getting into that Eileen Fisher aesthetic lately,” said Amelia.

“Yes!” I said. “Exactly! It’s kind of a thing right now, right?”

“Maybe that’s why I keep dressing like a retired masseuse,” said Leandra. “Drawstring linen pants, open button-downs…”

“Yeah, very relaxed,” I said. “Unselfconscious-cool. Picture a 50-something-year-old woman who doesn’t care what other people think and just wants to be supremely comfortable.”

“Is this the new normcore?” Haley asked.

“Maybe,” I said. “I’m trying to think of how to describe it in that same vein. Middle-aged…menopausal…Menocore??”

The name stuck. Every time one of us walked into the office wearing an outfit resembling that of a mom in a Nancy Meyers movie or an eccentric ceramicist exiting her beach house studio or Blythe Danner on a solo bird-watching expedition in 1997, someone would inevitably say, “Well, well, well. Aren’t you looking menocore today?”

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I started seeing menocore everywhere. I became obsessed with documenting it. My bookmarks folder on Instagram overflowed with evidence: billowy pants sporting elasticized waist bands, head-to-toe ecru, well-loved market bags, loose tops with bold prints, exposed bras, clunky sandals or sneakers, loose ponytails secured with scrunchies, a porcelain bowl of freshly-cut pineapple sitting on rumpled white bedsheets, jewelry that looked like something a kid might make in art class, unapologetic sun protection for unapologetic sun protection’s sake, tarnished gold barrettes and sequins just for the fun of it.

Like normcore, menocore isn’t tied to a particular designer or brand, but unlike normore, it doesn’t have an obvious uniform — no boxy jeans + turtleneck + clogs formula. Yet under the umbrella of menocore exists two archetypes: On one side of the spectrum, there’s the very neutral, head-to-toe white linen, rolled-up khaki pant cuffs, life-on-the-beach vibe propagated by middle-aged style icons like Diane Keaton, Whoopi Goldberg and Lauren Hutton. On the other side of the spectrum, there’s the tropical print, silk cargo pocket, plastic bead jewelry, clashing print, cerulean satin jogger pant, waistless kaftan-wearing vibe espoused by the likes of Carlyne Cerf de Dudzeele, Miuccia Prada and Lucinda Chambers. Current pre-menopausal aficionados of the first look include Lucia Zolea, Nella Beljan, Subrina Heyink and Virginia Calderón; of the second: Frewa Wewer and Laurel Pantin.

“For me, the look is a sort of shapeless dress that shows my décolletage (I will always love a little cleavage), my massive jumble of gold and sentimental necklaces, flat strappy sandals and semi-frizzy hair,” said Pantin, Editorial & Fashion Director at The Coveteur. “I like the term menocore. When I’m shopping, I definitely have a mental image of an older Italian woman who wears a lot of Marni, Dries, classic shirts unbuttoned low, LOTS of old, gold jewelry and a big, overgrown garden.”

Menocore is by no means limited to these stylistic personas, though. I see plenty of outfits that combine them, and that’s what I tried to do while styling the shoot inside this feature. I think of them more as the minimalist and maximalist points on either end of menocore’s all-encompassing rainbow, with lots of variation and individual interpretation happening in between.

What I love most about the movement is how it pays long-overdue homage to an age bracket that is often ignored by the fashion industry. Our attention to youth has always been very much intact, and the octogenarian subset joined the zeitgeist awhile ago thanks to icons like Iris Apfel and blogs like Advanced Style, leaving women in the middle relatively invisible. Menocore is finally giving them the spotlight they deserve.

“Growing up, my mom was always my barometer of taste, always focusing on great pieces rather than trends,” said stylist Danielle Nachmani, who frequently incorporates what I would call signature menocore items into her shoots — bucket hats, thick gold hoops, khaki pants, linen blazers, etc. If the normcore-fueled proliferation of mom jeans was an ode to the clothes our mothers wore in their 20s, menocore is a tribute to the clothes they wear now. And it’s not just a fashion statement — it’s a mood. Or, at the very least, a projection of one.

“Menocore is such a great term for this,” designer Lucy Akin said when I reached out to her over email. Akin is the creator of Ciao Lucia, a brand new, California-based label I flagged during my research. “Fashion is reflecting our need for an escape from our current reality,” she said. “When the state of the world, or the political climate, feels uncertain, it’s only logical that we would want our clothing reflect ease, maturity and confidence. I turn 30 next year, and with Ciao Lucia, I was channeling an older version of myself who has life a little more figured out. My goal was to make a collection that felt happy and calm, with classic silhouettes and flowy fabrics. The overall look is timeless, comforting and comfortable.”

I agree that this movement goes beyond clothing, which is why I mentioned that photo of freshly-cut pineapple sitting on rumpled white bedsheets in my aforementioned list of examples — not because of what it was (chopped pineapple is not particularly remarkable), but rather, because of what is was not. It was not some trendy frozen cauliflower smoothie, or chia parfait dusted with ashwaganda powder. It wasn’t something that took hours to make, or something that ascribes to “shoulds.” It was something a mom might prepare as a snack for her kid or for herself, and therein lies the sweetness – literal and figurative.

Like the bowl of pineapple, the style element of menocore is also defined by what it is not: trendy, prescribed, price-dependent, impersonal. It started off the runway, propagated by regular people just living their lives and dressing in clothes that made them feel like the best versions of themselves (regardless of trend or designer name). Now that its begun to proliferate across industry darlings, indie designers and social media “inspo” accounts, I wouldn’t be surprised to find traces of menocore finding its way onto the runway, ever-so-subtly, come September fashion week.

“People are gravitating toward a simpler way of life in general,” Marie Dewet told me. She and her mother are the co-founders of Maison Cleo, one of the small, fledgling labels that, like Ciao Lucia, I consider representative of the menocore movement (and also a product of it, to some extent). “Not just with the clothes we wear, but also with the food we eat, the way we decorate our homes, the way we live our lives. “The thing about simplicity is that it doesn’t have to be boring, or even minimalist. It’s more about stripping away the noise.”

New York Magazine called normcore, “The aesthetic return to styles [we] would’ve worn as kids reads like a reset button—going back to a time before adolescence, before we learned to differentiate identity through dress.” In fascinating contrast, menocore is the aesthetic leap to styles we would embrace as middle-aged women, taking us forward in time to a more marinated version of our selves, our mothers and our world.

Or, I don’t know…maybe we all just wanted to start wearing comfier pants.

Photos by Edith Young. Modeled by Hema Barbosa of MSA Models; follow Hema and MSA Models on Instagram @gemzb_ and @msamodels. 

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Best of Man Repeller 2017: What Made Us Laugh, Cry and Think

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Best of Man Repeller 2017: What Made Us Laugh, Cry and Think

If the internet is to be believed, everyone spends most of December in disbelief that it’s arrived. While most of us at MR do agree, and have said as much 437 times, the point’s a bit tired, isn’t it? We need a new end-of-year shtick. How’s this for an idea: Maybe these past 12 months didn’t fly by. Maybe a shit ton of stuff happened on a practical, emotional and molecular level. Maybe we’re very tired and for good reason.

Think of how many headaches we endured! How many full-body chills we got! How many delicious meals and awkward conversations and important realizations we had. Think of all the alarms we set and snooze buttons we pressed. Think of all the good days followed by bad days following by good days we experienced. So many, too many to count!

Here’s something we can count: 1,431 articles were published on Man Repeller this year, and over 11 million people across 235 countries (hi!) spent more than a cumulative 120 years reading them. That’s over 60 million minutes, which, according to my calculations, is like, a billion. So in honor of all those minutes, and in honor of the conversations they sparked and what those conversations taught us in return, we decided to conclude our 2017 publishing schedule with a bit of ceremony. And what’s more ceremonious than superlatives?

If you care to indulge our nostalgia, below are the fruits of year-end reflections. Some of them are metric-based, some of them are emotion-based, but together they serve as a cheesy but important reminder: This year didn’t disappear. It brought us together in all manners of wonderful ways.

Let’s start with the classic: Most Popular

These were the 10 most-read stories on Man Repeller this year. A pretty good emotional spread, no?

A Different Kind of Pregnancy Announcement I Tried the Jennifer Aniston Diet, and the Results Were Chilling 5 Things I’ve Learned From Years of Keratin Treatments 3 Women on What They’ve Learned in Their 70+ Years If Sex and the City Came Out in 2017, Miranda Would Be the Protagonist Why Adult Friendship Makes Me Sad Sometimes Movie Sex is the Worst: 10 Myths That Need to Go You Know That Hairstyle You’d NEVER Try? We Tested 5 I Dressed Like Kim Kardashian for a Week I Let My Boyfriend Dress Me for a Week

Most Likely to Spark Conversation

Our loooooooongest comment section, with 784 comments!

Help Me Compile a List of Genuinely Addicting Books

Most Emotional

These stories made us cry the hardest.

Tears of happiness: A Different Kind of Pregnancy Announcement Tears of sadness: A Lie I Used to Tell Myself About Time Tears of laughter: Giving Up Shampoo: A Horror Story

Toughest Nuts to Crack

The stories that were the most emotionally challenging to work through as writers.

A Different Kind of Pregnancy Announcement How I Stopped Letting My Past Relationships Haunt My Current One I Had a Hard Month, But You Wouldn’t Know it From My Mirror Selfies  After 28 Years, I Still Don’t Know What I Look Like Why I Ended a Happy Relationship

Most Needed

The stories that came at just the right time, or struck just the right chord with us as readers.

What if You Already Are Your Best Self? 3 Women on What They’ve Learned in Their 70+ Years of Life Why I Stopped Trying to Solve My Feelings Rihanna’s Perspective on Her Weight Changed How I Think 5 Authors on How, Why and Where They Write What Michelle Obama Means to Me

Most Fun to Hang Out With

The comment section of contributor Jenna Birch’s story about adult friendship basically became a meet-up app and it was incredible.

The Case for Trying (Really Hard) to Make Friends as an Adult

Biggest Procrastinator

Amelia pitched this piece on May 10th, and put off writing it until November 16th.

Turning 29 Is Like a Second Puberty (Astrologically Speaking)

Most Inspired (by a Comment)

Under contributor Meghan Nesmith’s story about adult acne, a thoughtful commenter named Mo pointed out that our imagery shied away from showing real acne, but why? Her comment made us think, and Amelia pitched the below as a result.

What if Acne Wasn’t a Flaw? 5 Women Skip Coverup and Talk Skin

Most Challenging, Visually

Emily and Edith loved this story, but struggled for days on how to hit the right note for it with the imagery.

What I Wish People Know About Narcolepsy

Most Unexpected Traffic Hit

When Haley pitched a satire about millennials being vampires, it sounded like, shall we say, a dud. 

A Theory About Millennials You Haven’t Heard Before

Most Likely to Succeed

That is, if the success of the story is measured by how often we now use the term coined therein. 

Menocore Is the New Normcore, and it’s a Lot More Comfortable

Most Likely To Be Drunk

A.k.a. the stories we wrote while losing our damn minds.

Every horoscope Amelia has ever written Confounding Photos of Celebrities Posing Awkwardly With Animals Monocycle, Episode 56: Back With a Vengeance Millennial Survives Another Day of Nonstop Irony I Think Haim is Responsible for My Sunglasses Addiction

Most Likely to Tell it Like it Is

This piece by contributor Otegha Uwagba made 94 people say, “UGH, SAME.”

To All the People Who Have Spelled My Name Wrong

Most Prophetic

In other words, our most popular astrology-related story that told us our futures.

The Fate of Your Career, According to the Zodiac

Most Likely to Inspire Sartorial Introspection

In this piece about identity and style, Danielle Prescod was thanked by commenters for her honesty and vulnerability.

I Gave Away a Closet Full of Designer Clothes in Hopes of Finding “Me”

Most “Groundbreaking”

“MR Investigates” is a new vertical for us, with PLENTY more to come in 2018.

The Secret Lives of Big and Little Spoons: A Cuddling Investigation

Most Active

The stories that came with action items at the bottom — the ones we wrote because our times demand them.

Action After Gun Violence: How to Turn You Grief Into Purpose The Quiet Roar of #MeToo Birth Control: What’s at Risk and What You Can Do Ways to Take Action After the Women’s March Black Women Elect Doug Jones to the Alabama Senate

Most Resilient

This story was almost killed by the writer on multiple occasions, but thank goodness it wasn’t.

The Cult of Kate Middleton and Her Superfans

Most Uplifting

These ones just plain made our hearts sing as we wrote and read them.

3 Untraditional Families on How it Feels to Be Different The Women of Planned Parenthood Are Not Giving Up 51 Photos That Capture the Joy of the NYC Pride Parade

Biggest Gossip

The juiciest story in town.

Fashion Insiders Confirm Almost Every Stereotype in ‘The Devil Wears Prada’

Most High-Maintenance

These are the fashion shoots we put the most work into, purely so they’d live up to our pitch-meeting fantasies.

Gucci Cruise on a Cruise: A Feast for the Eyes The Pie-Eating Fashion Editorial You Never Knew You Wanted Reimagining the Best Summer Scenes (and Outfits!) From ‘Sex and the City’ 

Most Athletic

Our most liked photo on Instagram this year was…wait for it…a Chanel sports bra.

Cutest Couple

Our most liked tweet this year featured our social media editor Ashley and her future husband.

I would marry that type of weather where you *can* wear a jacket but you don’t *need* to wear a jacket

— Man Repeller (@ManRepeller) October 4, 2017

Okay, we’ll call it there, lest we rehash every single story we published this year. If you had a favorite, either on Man Repeller or elsewhere, please share it in the comments below and help me prove this year was a packed one.

See you in 2018!

Feature photo by Edith Young. 

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