I live in a model building.
Or at least I call it that – it’s actually just a regular building in the west village in which agencies rent out a few apartments to house models coming and going out of the city.
And living with them, among them, seeing them every single day has really exacerbated my love hate relationship will all things model. For example, I hate being in the elevator with one when I’m eating McDonald’s fries out of the brown paper bag. But I love seeing them in their natural habitat and trying to absorb just an ounce of their off-duty style.
Which brings me to the problem – I can’t master their casual chic look without looking like a bag lady. And I know it’s not because my legs don’t reach my armpits, I’ve seen normal looking girls pull off Kate’s layers and Stam’s slicked back ponytails. My closets packed with scarves, sheer tees, leggings, skinny jeans — all the ingredients! But something’s missing.
Do you have this look down? What am I missing?
–CARSON GRIFFITH