The video is obviously inspired by some old time Asian love story and depicted with great visuals.  The video was styled by Fashion Indie favs: Niki Schwan, Adrien Field, Maeve Reilly and Quentin. With videos like this, I can’t wait for the great future in music that Miss Minaj has before her.

I actually own a pair of jet black tights that I seldom wear. Honestly the only time that I’ve worn them in public is to go for a run on a winter day or to a dance class.  People don’t look at me strange while I do that, but would it make a difference of instead of athletic wear that I paired my tights with a long printed tee and a funky blazer?

For me the only reason I haven’t donned a pair is pure hesitation. Working in the fashion industry, I have quickly learned that nothing is off limits, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world agrees. I think some people have a problem with guys’  “junk” being on display which is no problem if put together with the right undergarments and tops.

Can this style be worn outside of fashion parties and runways?  For instance: The grocery store, job interviews, meetings, and walking about town?

Here are some of my favorite ways to see men in tights:

This leaves me with one question: Men in leggings; hot or not?

Our good friend and stylist Adrien Field did his magic on the amazing Shontelle for this mornings appearance on Good Day New York. Video of the 23 year old songstress after the jump…

Shontelle performs the song “Impossible” from her album “Coming Out.”

She is wearing:

Jacket: Jose Duran
Leggings: DKNY
Boots: Cesare Paciotti
Jewelry: LaRuicci

Fashion Indie’s favorite social climber captured these wonderful shoe-sock combinations by James Aguir and Patrick McDonald, and we can only say, we’re just as much in love with this look as he was. Those painted oxfords? Brilliant.

LINK LOVE: Garcon Mag

Some expeditions are so rare and fantastic that they merit a huge celebration forty years later—as was the case for last night’s Louis Vuitton party honoring Buzz Aldrin (above left) and the first successful voyage of man onto the moon. My own expedition—across the park to the Upper West Side to the Museum of Natural History—was decidedly less buzz-worthy, but I can almost guarantee my destination was more fashionable than Neil Armstrong’s forty years ago.

Because Louis Vuitton is one of the few luxury brands surviving—and thriving—during the recession, it is to be expected that they throw over-the-top, lavish parties that compete with the bacchanals of ancient Rome—after all, who’s left to do it?

I arrived early and the atmosphere outside was unexpectedly calm—no ravenous party crashers frothing at the mouth for their free Moët. Usually I walk the step-and-repeats, but I took one look at the gigantic carpet with a cluster of video crews at the end and decided to pass. I imagined later that it would have been one small step for me, and one giant rattling of my fragile nerves.

Downstairs was still mostly empty and so the full selection of hors d’oeuvres could be enjoyed without the terrible despair that ensues after you trail one of those handsome cater waiters, only to find that their silver platter has been pillaged. Food, however, lost all value when I spotted Bill Cunningham in his signature blue windbreaker, darting rapidly around the room with his camera like a lone ranger. I positioned myself strategically and waited. Sure enough, my outfit was blessed with Mr. Cunningham’s approval in the form of a few camera flashes and I quietly checked off another achieved goal on the running list I keep in my mind.

The first celebrity I spotted was Cassie—immediately recognizable by her half-shaved head, which on one side makes her look like a glamorous goddess and on the other, like a Thai lady-boy. I assumed from the star shape etched into Cassie’s bald side that she was she was celebrating the celestial occasion in her own special way.

Shortly after, Whitney Port arrived. Almost immediately, a steady stream of strangers approached Whitney—all wanting a piece of the reality star. I was guilty of this as well—but at least I was fabulously dressed, so it was excusable in my mind. I went up to the delightful Ms. Port, who’s bubbly and beautiful in person. I asked if she ever had dreams of being an astronaut while growing up.

“You know, I think everyone somehow thinks in one way or another that being an astronaut is so whimsical and amazing, but I don’t know, after fourth grade, learning about the whole solar system and doing a report on Venus, I was fine just settling with that.”

I couldn’t bait her on what she’d do if she were locked in a space shuttle with her City

co-star, Olivia Palermo. “I’d make it work,” she said. “I’m not like that; I’m not territorial.”

The most interesting interaction that night I had observed was not Buzz with the president of Louis Vuitton North America on the grand staircase, but rather between Whitney and Jessica Szhor (Gossip Girl) when the latter had arrived. Despite having ostensibly never met before, Jessica made her way over to Whitney and introduced herself. It made me wonder whether the famous share some sort of supernatural bond with one another.

Jessica was wearing Louis Vuitton Fall 2009 shoes—the ones with the sky-high crazy heel that looks like an hourglass—and that, come to think of it, wouldn’t look out of place as moon shoes. I posed the same question to her.

“I think I was always a little bit too scared of what would happen, but I think it would be amazing to go to the moon and that’s the one place I’d want to go to that’s crazy and far away because people have made it back.”

“If you could go to the moon, who would you take with you?” I asked her. “My mamacita!” she cooed.

–Adrien Field

www.AdrienField.com

So we’ve got a ton of things going on and I wanted to let you know about it. Watch the video and ignore the dogs.