the red trousers

blazer: Helmut Lang (buy similar HERE), shirt and pants: Zara (also worn on my first post here!), shoes: BCBGirls (buy similar HERE and HERE), bag: Hope (also worn on the following posts: The Art of Style Curating; Savage Beauty; Back where I starated from; asana up, spirits up, unharmed baby unicorns; a midieval morning; and eat stuff. drink stuff. buy stuff.)

I did it. I made the plunge and splurged on the "Smoking Wool Tuxedo Blazer" from Helmut Lang. While I love and appreciate a cheap frill as much as the next person, I'll drop the big bucks from time to time and invest in quality and fit over cost. I know I can wear this blazer year round with cocktail wear, dresses (casual and dressy), pants (cropped! rolled! skinny!), skirts, and shorts. I didn't think I'd ever go for a lapel-less or padded shoulder anything, but I've found the one and I'm holding on for dear life. 

Moving on.

I tried on several titles for this post. "The Red Pants Meets Red Hook" came pretty close (Cip took these outfit shots in Red Hook after our Ikea run). But, I wanted something a little more... memorable. Well... it turned out someone found my blog by typing in "unicorns on asana" in his/her search engine. It's kind of awkward and fascinating at the same time. "Asana" is yoga-speak for "postures" (i.e. the shit you do on your yoga mat... downward facing dog, upward facing dog, handstand, etc.). Before I knew it, I googled the same search words and half-expected to find images of unicorns in yoga poses. Instead, I found this and this - one had nothing to do with yoga and the other had everything to do with yoga and unicorns (but not together). So, I ran with it. "Unicorns on Asana" it is. The end. 

I especially love the blazer's higher cut in the back. 

It looks like my pants can pass the "Janu sirsasana" test. Yoga speak for "head to knee" pose. The next part would involve bringing my head to my knee.

I can boogie in them. 

Okay. Real talk.

Steve's Authentic Key Lime Pies hold the secrets of the universe / the key to happiness. I don't consider myself a "key lime person," but I'd turn tricks any day for Steve's. Worth the trip to Red Hook, Brooklyn. Take a bite and get happy. 

The door to pie heaven. My primal urges kicked in and before I knew it, I was pie-less and picture-less.

This outfit is Prasarita Padottanasana-ble (more yoga speak for wide-legged forward bend-able).