It’s not everyday that I can wear something made from a friend.
I’ve been holding off on this post because I’ve been busy selling, ripping tights, cleaning out closets and playing in the snow.
But a few weeks ago, despite the bitter cold temps and impending snow, I rocked out like it was an early spring day in nothing more than three key pieces of clothing: vest, undershirt/cami, and 3-D bootybastic pants.
I’d call them leggings, but really … they’re pants.
The designer was new Philly friend Keturah Drake, who co-owns and co-designs the line Lobo Mau. We met at a trunk show way back in December. I knew these had to be mine as soon as I saw ‘em hanging from the rack, acting all cool, casual and 3-D.
“What the heck do you mean by 3-D, Sammy?” You’re probably asking yourself right now.
So not like you just randomly “own” 3-D glasses, but if you are one of the 90328409384 people who saw Avatar at Imax, and you snuck a pair of 3-D glasses from the theater without returning them, then you have the materials needed to witness the three dimensional effects of these pants. It’s as easy as that: Put on the cheap plastic 3-D glasses, and you get a remarkable, awe-inspiring fashion experience that sure beats watching Zoe Saldana and Sam Worthington make out as aliens. For reals.
Surprisingly, these don’t warrant the same attention that my hot pink leggings do. But then again, not everyone is walking around with 3-D glasses on.
Email Keturah here to pick up your own, or facebook her to say hello! This fab 3-D print is also available as a tube dress!
Can’t wait to get me one for spring. 3-D body, anyone?
THE LOOK: Booty Drop Me 3-D Pants
THE PANTS: Lobo Mau
THE VEST: Thrifted Perry Ellis, Salvation Army
THE CAMI: Gifted consignment from my girl Darla
THE NECKLACE: Gift from Mama D, circa ‘06
THE BRACELET: W Records by Monkey, available online or at the Brooklyn Flea
THE SHOES: Pink Nikes, circa ‘02 [I was 17 when I bought ‘em!]
I feel like these are the type of pants that if you started at ‘em long enough, you’d begin to see things. Like, hallucinating-seeing-things. Don’t try this at home, kids.
I decided to get jiggy with it for this shot.
I love this vest because it has such an elegant, silk-screened back.
The hair is getting longer … and longer … and LONGER.