At the risk of sounding like two mid-20-something princesses, life is only as good as the bed you sleep on, and the bed at Hotel Indigo Lower East Side is always our favorite.
Less than two weeks ago, we were out in New York for Men’s Fashion Week — probably our most productive and ‘healthy’ fashion week yet. ‘Healthy,’ meaning, we didn’t consume street vendor hot dogs every day for breakfast and lunch, as we’ve done in the past. Our cardiovascular systems thank us.
We’re not sure there are any, but we do feel healthy AND we’re wearing track pants, so that’s gotta be something.
Consider this: by wearing velour track pants with an elastic waistband, one not only can do the splits in comfort, but can also eat two large Ultimeat pizzas comfortably, while simultaneously caressing the velvet texture of the pants softly, inducing what we’d only describe as a euphoric sense of happiness. Splits, pizza, soft touches. With such happiness, we’d only assume it can have a positive effect on your health.*
*we do not claim liability for the health effects of wearing track pants.
We have a dream of hosting a party bigger than Coachella (where pizza will be served to everyone for FREE, of course), but until then, we’ve been working on our ‘entertainment’ skills, getting our friends together for mini-Yummertime parties — mini, only in the way that we’re not millionaires yet and can’t give our guests party bags worth thousands of dollars.
Still, we threw a party last week for around fifteen of our closest friends in San Francisco to celebrate the fact that we just moved into a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment and NEVER HAVE TO FIGHT OVER who gets to use the bathroom first ever again! We are living.
Packed by Yummertime, in support of MR PORTER as our NYFW:M shopping destination. We love you, MR PORTER.
Also subtitled: We’d Rather Be Packing Speedos.
New York, HERE WE COME.
Per the usual, we’ll probably stay out too late, wake up too early, and eat our weight in bagels (pro tip: our faves are from Baz Bagel, YES). And since it’s important for us to tell the whole world what we’re up to, here’s what we’re up to:
Nevertheless, it’s time to commence the constant side-eyes from everyone in the front row, second row, third row, as we sit there, not knowing at all what we’re doing. It’s our third time to New York Fashion Week and we’re still so new to the ‘scene.’ We’ll be the ones with slices of pizza in-hand because we can’t stand the thought of being hungry during a ‘show.’
But, this is all besides the main point of this post. Without further ado:
Here’s what we packed, our favorite selects from MR PORTER right now:
Little do you know, we weren’t wearing any pants or underwear when we took these photos. But, actually, now you know… Because we told you. So, UGH, never mind.
NEVER MIND. Let’s talk sunglasses.
On the daily, we receive dozens of questions asking what sunglasses we’re wearing (from Instagram posts to Stories) — we also get asked if we’re brothers, to which we reply by making out with each other like good ol’ bros, but that’s another story. Instead of answering each question, individually, we decided to blog about our sunglasses to let everyone know 🙂
These are the six sunglasses we’ve been wearing the most. Like we said, VITAL information. And on that note, they all have gold or yellow frames. Which means, we suppose, we’re making the case for gold and yellow framed sunglasses.
‘we’re making the case for gold and yellow framed sunglasses.’