There’s a very specific kind of outfit that only appears on New Year’s Eve. The this-is-my-once-a-year-glam-excuse kind. But to be honest, it has nothing to do with that yearly tradition and everything to do with the intent. Overkill styling choices turn into fashion regrets just a few hours in the night. Here’s everything I hate.
The annual return of my greatest fear: sequins
Unless you’re under the Ibiza sun, sequins are just really hard to justify. NYE shouldn’t be the exception. It’s become a reflex, you don’t think about what to wear, you think about what color sequins to pick. Trust me, no shade will make you stand out in a pool of little shiny discs. Don’t get me wrong, I love shine. Last year I wore a nude maxi covered in crystals. There’s always a way to sparkle without choosing what 99% of the crowd does.
When the calendar says Dec 31st we ditch the 12. Not December, the heels
Every year, someone convinces themselves that 12cm stilettos are a great idea. They’re a great visual, and that’s about it. I try to keep myself collected. Α few days before NYE, I place kitten heels on the dinner table, just to make a note in my brain. If you’re like me and have second thoughts about the heel, let them be first, swap the heights, save yourself.
Velvet & lamé: the tradition I close my eyes for
On a level of 1-10 on how distasteful I find those two on NYE, I’m just gonna say I might prefer sequins. I’m not a fan of lamé in general, but on that night, it’s exactly the shine I turn my head around for (the other direction). Velvet gets an A for difficulty, it can look amazing when done right, but never on NYE. Too stiff, too serious, basically something we shouldn’t touch when unsure.
Red fulfilling its seasonal obligation
Red might be the universal color for sexy. Blondes, brunettes, red-heads, it suits almost everyone, I understand the appeal. Yet every year, NYE transforms it from sexy to seasonal gimmick. Come December, it’s exhausted. This is a plea, back off. It’s stealing the room’s sexiness, one red outfit at a time, and turning wearers into literal, walking Santa’s elves. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
Shy coats making sure nothing happens
Nothing kills an outfit faster than a shy-looking coat. There’s nothing more underwhelming than all that NYE effort hiding under a little fur trim, a trench, and soft lines. Go big, full fur, strong shoulders, structured everything. Reach for something equal. If the outfit’s going to work, the coat must work too. Half-hearted glam rarely survives the night.
