When Harry Met Sally (1989): Fashion in Film

One of my new favorite films, that I’d been desperately meaning to watch but forced to by my good friend Stella, is the iconic, fantastic, heartbreaking, and almost unfairly romantic is When Harry Met Sally. I absolutely love this movie, for oh-so many reasons that I won’t even go into (ranting Sof is not enjoyable Sof). But all you need to know is that it features young, naturally endearing Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan in New York City in 1989. If you have yet to watch this life-changing experience of a film, I suggest- no, I command you to go find it, whether it be iTunes, your parents’ old DVD collection (insane, right?), or even, perhaps, by finding it online somewhere (wink wink). I am not going to tell you any of the story, the plot, or really anything that will give the beauty of a classic away. Go. Now

As I watched it, I obsessively would keep my eyes on the gorgeous Meg Ryan’s style choices. I fell in love with both of the characters, (as any great film should make you do, usually) and I especially fell in love with the unique, 1989 standard outfits of Sally. I always say, if I could choose another time to live in, I would always choose the 80s. Perhaps all of the movies and television shows (Carrie Diaries, hello) I have watched have glorified the truth of the time period, but man, the style then seemed phenomenal. Ultra high waisted everything, so many collars, shoulder pads, and so much more. As a result of my love for Sally and even Harry’s unforgettable and on point outfits, I’ve decided to share a few of my favorite style moments from the film. Of course, there are some cringe-worthy choices, but we can totally and completely overlook them because pre-plastic surgery Meg Ryan (and Billy Crystal in leggings, need I say more?) could pull off anything. A talent indeed.


The poofy bob, the wispy bangs, the burgundy peter pan collar, the oversized blazer- need I say more? It all works, somehow, impossibly… it just does.




I really do love Sally’s outfit here, I must admit. The long brown coat, the adorable bright turtleneck, the high waisted jeans… Something about the whole outfit, which is typically seen as more masculine, makes her look all that much more feminine. 




Sally’s baby pink dress is simply adorable. It’s effortlessly feminine and chic, yet the scalloped neckline also adds sort of a playful nature to her look. Mixed with her messy, big blond hair, it looks gorgeous.



I think this is my favorite style moment from the movie. Sally looks cute as ever, with a classic, thick cropped turtleneck, a black skirt, tights, and boots- it all flows together so simply and almost artfully. Harry definitely steals the applause, though, because his iconic chunky white cableknit, paired with the bright blue skinny jeans and sneakers, is just, well… awesome.


Nobody else in this world, so far as I know, can pull off high waisted bermuda shorts, kneesocks, a button up, and a slightly large cardigan except for the one and only Meg Ryan. Kudos to you. 





This is one of the most iconic and well-known stills from the film. They both look wonderful, with Harry’s simple yet very city-like outfit, and Sally’s remarkably perfect getup. The hat, the high waisted harlem pants, the floral button down, the chic blazer, the bag…. it all just looks absolutely stunning. And with the lovely colors of fall behind them, the whole damn scene is perfect.

It’s a beautiful day to dream. 

abbot kinney blues

Yesterday, my good friend Roxy and I were inescapably bored at my house, so we decided to go to a pretty busy and touristy street: Abbot Kinney. For those of you non-Los Angeles bred, (I envy you) Abbot Kinney is an artsy and annoyingly crowded little area by Venice… aka, by the beach. It was insanely hot outside, and me being me (an avid lover of the gloom and cold and a passionate hater of heat), I needed to get ice cream and something cold to drink. We stopped to grab a sandwich, which I inevitably dropped about three seconds after taking one heavenly bite. That’s typical for me.

Anyways, we really just strolled around for a few sunny hours and thankfully bought some delicious ice cream from Nice Cream- I really recommend it if you ever stop by LA- and also some frivolous but equally delicious ginger/mint homemade limeade from an eclectic little cafe. Afterwards, us being typical Los Angeles, creative-minded, and maybe slightly narcissistic teenage Instagram using, blog-loving, girls, we took about a gazillion pictures around the more residential area of it. It was also an unexpectedly amazing day, something I will talk about in a later post.

Here are some of the many photos I took on my little day trip. What are your plans for the, if any, rest of your summer?

It’s a beautiful day to dream.
















Not So Clear

I’ve been in a bit of a strange place lately. Not physically, like I’ve been stuck in Antarctica like in Where’d You Go, Bernadette, or anything (spoiler alert), but in my head. I’m going to be in high school in just about two months. That’s pretty damn terrifying. I’m in this bemusing time of uncertainty and, well, the opposite of clarity. I don’t know what you would call it, but it certainly isn’t pretty. It’s uncomfortable. I dislike the blurriness of the situation. As you can most likely assume, I do not like the uncertainty. Life, currently, as life is always, is so damn uncertain. I am going into this completely new place, with completely new people, with completely new expectations and thoughts and gestures and necessities and desires and messes and traumas and experiences. I have not the slightest idea what to truly and actually expect from it. Obviously I can attempt to guess my way into high school, to think that my friends will still be my same friends and that those people I’ve been avoiding will still be avoidable and everyone will be the same, just a little tiny bit different, and that life will continue as it always has- dull, barely energetic, and familiar. Comfortable.

Of course I can imagine this, and I can try as hard as I can to make it my truth. But that’s just it- it will be my truth. Not anyone else’s. My sameness will not excite anyone. 

And I’m wrong. So I won’t continue on like it. I want to change this year. I must change. Middle school were the worst three years of my life, so far. And yes, my problems, my battles, were far lesser than the worst battles to come, but it doesn’t matter because I’ll grow into my weaknesses just as I’ll grow with my strengths.

So high school is upon us. A terrifying thing. An unpredictably tumultuous year, perhaps. I just am so uncertain about it all. I like to know what to expect so that I can be prepared for everything. But I’ve never been in high school before, so I have not any intentions or desires yet.

I want to survive it, and as gracefully as I possibly can. It’s rough. But come on, so is life, and this is the beginning. I start in a month. It’s way too late for preparation. It’s time to face it. 

I think I can try to handle it. That’s the best that I’ve got. Hopefully, that will be enough for a while.