If You’re Thinking About NYE, Think About Jeans

Every year I tell myself that I will not fall into the trap that is New Year’s Eve sequins. Why?

Because I like them.

Because I want to know that on the other 364 days of the Gregorian year, I can wear them without feeling like a stale disco ball that is beginning to grow mold between its fractured, sparkling elements. Especially now — on the heels of Raf Simons’ Pre-Fall show for Christian Dior, which took place in Tokyo earlier this month and featured so many sequined turtlenecks worn under not-quite-plebeian knits, one was left to ponder what came first: the sparkle or the disc.

Invariably, though, every year on December 31st, like an instinctive reflex as poignant as that of a female bird hovering over her nest replete with baby chicks, I jerk from the left end of my closet a sequined blazer with satin lapels I’ve never not worn on New Years. With it, I pair a velvet (another fabric doomed for the plague of holiday-season-typecasting) mini dress and jewel encrusted Chloé pumps that will now never see the light of day. And every year, at exactly 12:03, feet aching, legs uncomfortable and arms frustrated by glitter-fostered immobility, I go home and say to myself: why didn’t I just wear jeans?

Why didn’t I just wear “me”?

For 2015, Pandora Sykes of the namesake blog makes a solid case for “me”-in-the-form-of-jeans and sequins, in the year’s favorite form of sartorial foreskin: a turtleneck, topped off by flat boots that say nothing and everything (so, something like “I’m going to dance the night away and laugh in the name of your heel-fostered stork-walk”) in tandem.

Image via Pandora Sykes