In honor of Father’s Day, we thought it would be fun to draw some style inspiration from the most unlikely of sources: our dads. Our fathers’ lifestyles — and fashion senses — vary greatly, but one thing’s for sure: all our dads definitely have a look that’s all their own. Let’s kick things off with Rachel’s dad, a Connecticut-based currency trader whose style is summed up by his daughter as follows:
His signature look: black polo shirt (unbuttoned, chest hairs exposed), black jeans he’s had for 25 years, sandals (or UGG slippers, which he regularly wears out of the house), and some fancy ass watch set to a completely different time zone (for work purposes, I guess), expression of displeasure.
Get the “Rachel’s Dad” look for yourself (without the exposed chest hair), after the jump! Keep reading »
My father didn’t walk me down the aisle on my wedding day, but he did help me up some very steep stairs. That’s not a metaphor for the next iteration of my life as a married lady: there were actual stairs, my high heels were ridiculous, and I didn’t want to fall over as I climbed to greet my very-soon-to-be husband on the stage where he was waiting for me.
I love that moment. I’d never envisioned being “given away” by my dad. I always loved the idea of walking solo, down the aisle, toward my future. But at the end of the “aisle” — a treacherous brick walkway — at our venue, was a set of precarious stairs. When I reached them, I put one foot on a step and reached with my left hand toward my dad, who helped me balance before taking my place in front of Patrick.
In both the figurative, and the most literal, sense, my dad helped me arrive on that stage, standing with the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I was legitimately nervous I might fall down, but I also wanted that moment of connection with my dad during the ceremony, as a nod to what he and my mom and our family mean to me.
My dad? He was just legitimately nervous. Keep reading »
Here at The Frisky, we’re celebrating Father’s Day in style by taking some unexpected fashion cues from our dads. First up was Amelia’s California dad’s amazing ’70s denim-on-denim look. Jessica’s New England-based dad is up next. Here’s how Jess described her computer programmer papa’s style:
“My dad wears shirts or pants with holes in them until we buy him new ones for Father’s Day or Christmas. Please note the ‘dad sweater’ and stylish ‘froggies’ on his glasses.”
While I have a hunch that Jessica’s dad is going to get a brand new pair of jeans this weekend, that doesn’t mean we can’t recreate his holey denim/slouchy sweater look for ourselves. Shopping details after the jump! Keep reading »
Our wish this Father’s Day is that we can make it through an entire 24-hour period without our dads looking at us with that perplexed face they make sometimes. Like when you say, “I need to run to the drugstore because we’re out of lotion.” Then he’ll be like, “But we have four bottles Lubriderm from Costco.” And you’ll be like, “I can only use that on my lower legs, but I have to use the firming lotion on my thighs. Also, I hate the way it smells.” Then he’ll look at you like you just tried to explain the Higgs boson to him and skulk away. Oh dad, you have so much to learn about us. Starting with: Keep reading »
My dad had a number of signature looks over the course of my childhood, aspects of which I did not and still do not think are cute, like the yellow tinted Lennon-glasses and the pair of Birkenstocks permanently on his feet (with socks in winter). (I did, however, always dig his vintage T-shirt collection.) But damn if I did not see this photo of my dad in the ’70s and think, Are my eyes deceiving me or is this a page from the most recent Madewell catalog? Chambray on denim? Clogs with a goddamn heel?! A leather waist purse?!?! I will be replicating this outfit exactly and now you can too. Keep reading »
I’ve written before about why my dad is awesome, but looking back at my childhood, he definitely wasn’t the only father figure in my life. Being the imaginative weirdo that I was, most of my alternate dads were completely and totally fictional, but that didn’t make them any less integral to my emotional development. It was actually pretty hard to pare down this list, but here are 7 fictional characters — from a Jedi Master to a clumsy handyman — who were my imaginary dads, and taught me a lot about life in their own unique ways… Keep reading »