My husband and I ventured out to the Paradise last night, for the second show on the day for the XX. It was a special treat to see them within such an intimate setting and worth the trek across the river into college town.
Knowing that we would be burrowing into the den of all things hip, I paid special attention to my concert attire. I broke out my new Kors moto jacket, ubiqitous striped tee from Club Monaco, and Forever 21 jeggings (truth be told: I really, really hate this word). Of course, I also donned the prerequisite for all concert looks, Frye harness boots. I was surprised at all the college fashionistas rocking heels at the show. Unlikely foot ware for the Paradise, me thinks. Then again perhaps I am getting old and turning into my mother.
My husband opted to rotate in his new Superdry Lumberjack Twill in Yukon Pale shirt, which I just happened to spy on Jamie Oliver in my latest Us Weekly. He likes to think he could be hip without me. I personally think he only wore it because Jamie did.
Posted on Saturday, April 3, 2010 at 10:42AM | 2 Comments |