Accessorization: [əkˈsesər'ɨˈzeɪʃən] v.intr. ac·cess·or·iz·at·ion, a (sorta) newly coined, highly scientific term for the purchase and use of extra odds and ends (including but not limited to purses, backpacks, glasses, sunglasses, pumps, jewelry, fanny packs, bling if you still do that, visors, boots, caps, sneakers, wallets, knuckle rings, lanyards) to customize and/or increase the practicality, impracticality, ‘tude, novelty or utility of your garment situation. See below for prime examples of summer options for accessorization from Pixie Market, the foremost online shoppe for shit so cool that you will be the toast of every pool party, fodder for street style photogs and a producer of a series of sure hit GPOY posts on your blog.
These both receive high marks for color usage and sick shape, but most of all for affordability, because from personal experience sunglasses, along with cell phones and those one dollar Old Navy flip-flops, seem to be from another dimension where things are lost and broken with ridiculous ease.
I have just come out of a long period of scoffing at backpacks (I was one of those kids with the messenger bags in middle school…I trust you all enough to let you know that), and have realized that they are probs one of mankind’s greatest inventions for toting all of the crap we deem necessary to carry. Shoulderbags are uncomfortable, messenger bags make dresses ride up more quickly than you can tug them down while walking lopsided down the street (personal experience…don’t do that), and you can’t fit things in a clutch, plus it impedes on your ability to use both of your hands. And I don’t approve of voluntarily handicapping myself. So backpack it is, and if you look up to your right, that one has wings.
Like those awful maxi pad commercials, but actually cool and useful.
Left: Wear always, with basically anything, to cover about six trends at once and be obscenely comfortable at the same time.
Right: Wear on rainy days, to shows, bars with questionable floors and drink spillage frequency, and generally to places you might need to look like a badass while keeping your tootsies from getting maimed by all of the hazards of summer. ‘Cause blood and bruised toenails ain’t a good look on anyone.
Honestly, any sort of introduction I try to give this will not be worthy of how frigging cool it is. I want seven.
Say huarache with no extra inflection and without smiling.
Go ahead. Try.
Yeah, I can’t either. Which is why wearing these on my feet and being able to point them out to people and say things like “Hey, do you like my HUARACHE heels?” would make me immensely happy without involving me wearing a really clunky pair of men’s Nikes. It’s just a great, great word.
Nobody needs a cobalt blue bag that looks like it was made from what could be remnants of Grover’s family. In fact, when described literally it doesn’t sound like something any sane person would purchase. But something about this bag is wonderful in spite of that. Anyone wearing this bag is an automatic friend in my book for reasons of being ballsy enough to pull it off.
Also it looks really really soft.