the modern classic


An infusion of romantic, vintage-inspired elegance with synergistic comfort and functionality, The Modern Classic top by up and coming fitness brand, gwenyth, is a breath of fresh air.

When the line’s creator, Michele Cheowtirakul Braxton, reached out to me about reviewing the inaugural piece from her new brand, I immediately checked out their start up video, and was completely hooked.  I love the way Michele compares her designs to dance, describing both as a marriage of beauty and precision which come together to create a “sublime combination of art and science”.  Genius.  And she’s not making this stuff up; Not only is this the most visually beautiful workout top I’ve ever worn, it’s also extremely flattering and supportive.  Fashion meets function.

When I opened up the little gwenyth package, the first thing I noticed was how incredibly soft the fabric was.  I’m not kidding, guys.  I want to cuddle with this top.  Sweat-whisking, shape-shifting components leave most fitness tops slightly stiff and scratchy, but the Modern Classic is different.  It’s flexible, adjustable, absorbent and soft.  Activewear sorcery!

Perhaps the most exciting aspect of this top, in my case, is the built-in sling bra.  First of all, it comes with two different types of removable pads, depending on your needs: shape & support or just coverage.  Options?  Yes please!  Secondly, the straps on this thing are what I would like to call “super adjusters”.  Of course they alter the way normal camisoles do, but the addition of adjustable trianglular straps at the sides plus an optional back strap boost this built-in bra from average to exceptional.  As a self-proclaimed busty ballerina, this feature has me absolutely sold, and frankly reluctant to put on any of my old workout shirts.

The cinch-able ties on either side are a fun bonus, allowing the Modern Classic to grow and shrink in length, seamlessly transitioning from tank to tunic, studio to real world, day to night.  If you feel like hiding those little ties on the side, no problem- tuck them up into the convenient little loops on the inside of the top.  These designers have thought of EVERYTHING.  Plus, if you choose not to use the back strap in your bra, it doubles as a headband.  So you know how sometimes you leave the studio and your hair looks like 80’s SJP but you promised an old friend you’d meet them for a drink?  Pop a cute head band in that rat’s nest and suddenly you’re a little less impulse-perm and a little more I-woke-up-like-this-flawless.  Win-win. (win, win, win, win.)

Clearly I’m a believer, are you?  Read more and get your gwenyth here.

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photos of me by Jenay Evans for STB

parisian purchases

Just wanted to pop in to share this photo with you…DSC01378

Above is the first purchase I made aux supermarché in Paris.  A box of cereal “barres”.  It’s the first time I’ve seen the french spelling outside the ballet studio, so I thought it would be fitting to pack these as an afternoon snack before I leave for school every day.  C’est drôle, non?  Ah, ballet humor.

Speaking of first purchases, I made my first real Parisian purchase yesterday, and suffice to say I’m obsessed.  Regardez:


Les lunettes du soleil!  I’m a huge fan of all ray-bans, and I’ve been wanting a matte plastic pair to alternate with my clubmasters for quite some time now.  When I passed by a shop with these in the window Sunday, I promised myself I would return on Monday once it was open and try them on.  After testing out pair after pair (and shamelessly modeling them all for the shop owners, of course) these ones felt the most “me”.  And I must have chosen correctly, because I wore them the entire way home and never stopped smiling.  You should’ve seen me- I was grinning ear to ear and mouthing Bonjour! to everyone I scurried past, whether they were looking at me or not.  Retail therapy really is magical…

*Sidenote: Psychedelic background in that selfy courtesy of some fantastic street art at the end of my rue.

**Sidenote to the sidenote:  While I was taking the aforementioned selfy, I spotted a man standing directly behind a tree about 100 feet away from me, facing the tree (and me).  Immediately assuming the man had been following me and was now foolishly attempting to hide behind a tiny tree so as not to be noticed, I started to freak out and plan my escape route.  However, it only took a few scary seconds to realize the man wasn’t stalking, but merely peeing on the tree instead.  Second time I’ve seen someone do this in the 3 days I’ve been here…what’s the deal?!  Is that not illegal here?!??!  #parisisstrangesometimes