hypebeast running gear is so bridgerton-coded
+ wearable dessert, a case for the miu miu detective, and more
A week in the LA sun at the tail end of winter will have an east coast girl doing unspeakable things. Things like breaking her no-buy — and on a $10 pair of flea market sunglasses at that.
I broke my rules. I made an impulse purchase. I’ve written here about my personal no-buy/low-buy philosophies of the better part of the past year, and this type of shopping is at the top of my list of to be avoided.
Upon stepping into the flea market, a really good one I’ll add, I spotted these blue frames and beelined to try them on. That’s when it clicked that not only would it be an impulse buy, I’d also be purchasing a dupe. Another strike against my NBLB practices…
These are Miu Miu wannabes, complete with a slightly misspelled logo on either side of the frames, a near carbon copy of the Regard glasses that have taken over my feed for the past couple of months (which retail for over $500, btw).
I’ve been coveting a roundish blue pair of frames from Warby Parker for so long that they’re now discontinued, and my favorite Le Specs shades are a similar shape, so I know this pair has a spot in my closet. But no amount of rationalization will change the reality of the sunglasses — they’re dupes. And I bought them impulsively. Sue me!
I did, however, manage to restrain myself from making any other purchases at the flea despite serious temptations. For that, we clap.
I haven’t seen proper greenery in months. Luckily, in the city of angels, between parking lots and oppressively unwalkable stretches of sidewalk, there are patches of green that sway in the warm winds.
If you crop your photo just right, you might forget there were lines of cars parallel parked too tightly on either side of the grass.
You may just run across a few cacti too — which have always counted as proper greenery to me, a child of the desert. It doesn’t have to be gentle to be alive.
In the dead of New York winter, I dream that the barren trees outside my windows have been replaced with a saguaro, prickly arms outstretched, too resilient for its color to be seasonal.
I loathe running. My partner runs ultramarathons. Opposites attract, I suppose. What we can agree on is the fashion. Running belts aren’t just for runners!
My partner snagged this Portal cargo belt from Renegade Running, and little did he know I was already plotting a closet heist. This abstract stitched logo feels somehow both organic and cyber-influenced. Askew on a pair of military surplus pants, it elevates a casual look with an asymmetrical flair and the practicality of performance wear.
What is a running belt but a pocket to be worn externally, not unlike an 18th century European woman who carried her belongings in a pouch tied around the waist. What is a Garmin but a modern runner’s silver pocket watch? What are carb gels and Band-Aids but light pastries and a travel sewing kit?
Don’t even get me started on how running vests are the perfect top for the club…
I say this often and with increasing urgency: please rummage through your grandparents’ closets. There is treasure awaiting that will blow the minds of even the most veteran vintage shoppers.
After watching pearls dominate the runways this season, I’ve been reaching for my own more often — cherished spoils from a raid of my late grandmother’s jewelry collection.
In the Venice sun, even the primmest of pearls pair well with a tank top. Just as much a nod to old Hollywood as it is to the cool spaghetti-strap-wearing teenage girls I admired as a little kid. The Ratboi cami is well worth it, in case you were on the fence.
Of course, a trip to the boardwalk is incomplete without rainbow Dippin’ Dots — which are also pearls, of the icy variety.
To fulfill the desire to string Dippin’ Dots around my neck — a highly impractical and very sticky dream — I hunted down this freshwater fix on Etsy.
Now, how do I wear this slice of Quarter Sheets princess cake next? Let me know what’s on your mind…
A more in-depth (and silly) recent report on the runways.
My go-to spring pairing that I all but guarantee you own too.
I wrote about the fashion of exes past for Haloscope (and chatted with some of your fav Substackers about the ghosts in their closets).
This was sooo good, fun to read and the attention to detail rlly elevated the whole thing. Craving summer weather in a bad way
I loved this:
“In the dead of New York winter, I dream that the barren trees outside my windows have been replaced with a saguaro, prickly arms outstretched, too resilient for its color to be seasonal.” So poetic!
So what if you bought the dupe- it’s a way better story, not to mention cheaper, and you have them NOW, looking all adorable and awesome.