There is no private. People are always looking at you. It’s not paranoia; it’s true. They look when you trip on the subway, when you sweat your face off at the gym, and when you should be meditating in yoga. And so, you can go through life working out in stained sweatpants or four-year-old JUICY booty shorts, but why would you?
So you don’t look how you feel.
Nike jackets seem like they are manufactured by NASA with more technology than a Blackberry. The fibers are spun to wick away sweat, maximize airflow, be lightweight, and have enough give to move when you move—just like that. Yet, it still caught me off guard to find them displayed in the same exhibit with such heavy hitters of fashion design as Narciso Rodriguez and Ralph Rucci at the Cooper Hewitt Museum of Design. Slip on a pullover and become art. The colors transform you into a peacock, are tough enough to keep up with your 400m dash, and are designed to stir palpitations.
And the mold was broken. Every literary genius asserts there is nothing new under the sun. And then Stella cracked open the clouds. Not nearly appreciated enough, Stella McCartney welcomed the concept of looking like a 10 while playing Title IV. Her Run Lace Vest stirs feminine lace into performance gear. That’s never been done before. Her spring line not only follows in the footsteps she herself created and but manages to pole vault to a new high.
This pup is no longer the runt of the litter. Anyone with their ear to the train track knows of the rumbling tryst this panther is having with supermodel Christy Turlington, and Alexander McQueen. Christy Turlington’s NUALA line is like effortless exhaling. It has enough Anthropologie flavor to jaunt to Whole Foods in it and enough support to aid you through sun salutations. Alexander McQueen’s lovechild is ½ human ½ puma. No. Actually. They made it. It’s a bizarre sculpture. But, it managed to inspire his footwear that reconfigures the ball, arch, and piggies we have come to know so well. Not since Yoko Ono stuck an apple on a podium have I seen an artist shift the mundane to the magnificent. This design orgy is, needless to say, overflowing with pleasure.
Welcome to the world of breasts. Many women seem to forget they have them when attempting to sprint for all of seven minutes. No wonder they find themselves at a loss and end up, fast walking at an incline. If you are larger than an A cup, buy a sports bra that will bind you Boy’s Don’t Cry fashion. Champion bras mold to your form, allow you to breathe, and are still evoke femininity. There Double Dry Seamless Bra will remove sweat, won’t chafe, and will keep your girls safe. Remember: You can’t get away the jiggle if your top half is Jell-O.
Urban Yogis are the natural alternative to American Apparel shirts that stretch out and give you a uni-boob. Sketched humans sculptured into full body poses adorn their products and prove to onlookers there is nothing passive about yoga. Whether wearing a Scorpion pose helps actually helps get you into one is still being scientifically tested. And the jury is still out as to whether the envy Urban Yogi products stirs in others helps alleviate your own.