Photos from Tricofield.
When I look inside my closet I see an ocean of clothes borrowed from the boys (hand-me-downs from friends, brothers and lovers) and then those other choice pieces, like a pair of camo overalls sprigged with daisies, that could have easily been lifted from the wardrobe of a three-year-old girl. It first dawned on me a couple of summers ago while shopping at Hidden Treasures my favorite vintage store in Los Angeles, when I came across a fantastic baby-sized military jumpsuit. It was a teeny-tiny version of what I wanted to wear in that very moment: weatherworn and finished with army patches that each tell their own story. My best friend persuaded me to buy it for future generations of Nnadis, which of course I did in a heartbeat.
The kid's tattoo transfers by Mini Rodini.
Survey the kindergarten playground these days and you'll notice that most of the kids look cooler than their parents by miles. I interviewed Sienna Miller for Vogue a few months ago and she seemed more excited to talk about her little daughter Marlowe’s wardrobe of fun, stripey leggings than her own. Alexander Wang’s pintsized niece has been known to steal the thunder of many a street-style star when she walks into his shows, decked out in what look like miniature versions of her uncle’s designs. It also feels like children are developing a stronger sense of their fashion likes and dislikes at a younger age, and I’m strangely anxious about buying clothes for my six-year-old nephew after the last T-shirt I gave him set off a flood of tears. (Apparently he’s going through a phase of wearing nothing but superhero graphics and clearly his aunt did not get the memo!)
Boots by Akid.
The fact is there’s so much more fun happening in the kid's department than there was when I was a toddler. I came across a new line of shoes that I could have sworn was made for adults until I visited the website—although the label’s name, Akid, should have been a dead give-away. Their mountaineering and Timbs-like boots would have been just the right thing to stomp through the snow this winter. I’ve found myself tumbling down an internet rabbit hole browsing Mini Rodini’s blog. Created by Swedish illustrator Cassandra Rodini, the clothes capture the playful and hilarious aspects of being a kid, like putting on hot-dog temporary tatto transfers, which is so much more appealing than little boys and girls who are dressed to look like grown-ups. Then there’s Tricofield, a Japanese children’s store in SoHo, a brilliant place to get new denim ideas, even if their largest size would barely make it past my ankle. I guess I'm a big kid to the bottom of my soul.