It started as a joke almost two years ago, when Liana Satenstein was at my house prepping for a Neverworns Live! Shopping sale of my stuff. She threatened to take my clothes and do the live stream dressed as me, and wouldn’t it be funny if I was dressed like her? Instead, I wore Cristaseya and Liana, 8.5 months pregnant, wore Still Here jeans and some esoteric ‘90s fashion tee. Stella McCarney-era Chloé, probably. We went as ourselves!
A couple weeks ago, Liana launched Oksana, a brand that (for now) makes one thing, and one thing right: the Clasp Tee. It looks great on everyone who wears it. Cinched at the waist, goblet framing at the bust up to the shoulders, hourglassy. And available in Midnight at Brighton Beach (black) and Engorged (orange). So we said, on the occasion of its third color launch—Cat Tongue (a salmony pink)—we’d dress one another in our best self-drag, with the tee clasping it all together, even this metaphor.
Cat Tongue launches tonight at 7pm through a quintessential NEVERWORNS Live! Shopping stream, with special guest (and Oksana model), writer Taylore Scarabelli. I am told there will be deals offered. But! Magasin readers get EXCLUSIVE early access starting at 4pm—5 units of each size (I wear XXS, Liana wears XS—size down) will be unlocked to shoppers at that time. I’ll ping the chat with a reminder and a link.
Laura
We showed up each dressed as ourselves, which on this day happened to mean, for both of us, in all black. The black Clasp top really is that girl you can put on whenever. The whole neckline situation for me I think is the festive bit. I was wearing my Rúadh x Dévé perfume pendant necklace, and then Liana tossed me this fake turquoise cord she called “Chinatown Lisa Eisner.” Brilliant. I was suitably also wearing the most me things possible: Another Tomorrow wide-leg pants, Maximum Henry belt, and The Row Caden loafers. These pieces haunt my outfit credits.
Liana
You know, going to Laura’s house and trying on her clothes isn’t unlike the film Single White Female with Bridget Fonda and Jenifer Jason Leigh where one becomes the other and then spoiler alert, ends up boning the boyfriend. The truth is, part of me is ENVIOUS of Laura and the fact that she always looks polished, knows how to take a mean mirror selfie, and knows good-quality upcoming brands. I also think her husband is sexy.
So sue me!
Anyways, this is sort of a mullet Liana and Laura outfit. I’m fully in what I arrived in: The Oksana Clasp on Midnight at Brighton Beach worn Splayed, a long red beaded lariat from the ‘20s, another beaded choker, my Wrangler Wranchers, and a pair of pointy-toe Argentinian boots. Laura is in the same Clasp top fastened with my non-turquoise turquoise pendant sprouting through the slit. The pants are Laura.
Liana
Here is Laura, grinding her crotch all over my amazing Tom Ford-era Gucci velvet fall 1999 pants that I nabbed on a Japanese proxy site years ago for bubkes cash. She’s wearing some Tom Ford Gucci heels. The Clasp top is based on an ancient TF Gucci top so this all makes sense. She wears hers Splayed. Naughty.
As for me, this look scrambled my brain. Who am I? What am I? I’m having a crisis when I look in the mirror. In this long white jacket…is it Toteme? In this look, I could be “Fashion Week Laura.” This also could be my mirror. I could get used to this.
The skirt is so funky with that fringe around the waist and the see-through cummerbund top. I hiked my vintage NWT Victoria’s Secret thong up so you could see through it. Some people would pay good money for that pic, but I’ll let her have it.
Laura
The first look I styled Liana in as me was maybe even a bit of a caricature of Laura: the Toteme sandals (a brand that, in Liana’s mind, I wear like it’s my religion), the ladylike ivory Lemaire trench, even the very c. 2022 thong dressing of it all in this throwback of a Michelle Del Rio fringe skirt. Liana’s eBay’ed panties were, unbeknownst to us at the time of skirt styling, tasseled at the back. Thank god these pieces found each other…on Liana’s ass.
You already know, but I’m in Liana’s Tom Ford Gucci velvet pants that I’ve tried, on more than one occasion, to get her to sell to me. TF Gucci is the rare brand in our Venn Diagram’s overlap. I wore them with my first-season Demna Gucci Vittoria heels, themselves an homage to Tom Ford’s era.
Laura
Who are these bitches!! Great looks. Both looking very much like the other, but also it’s a bit of a morph. I felt like me, even in the Tory Burch glasses (one cannot become Liana without a little Burch), and Liana seemed to drink the Kool-Aid on these Colleen Allen drawstring pants. I can’t look at Liana’s solo selfie above and not think it’s me…down to the MNZ Olympias. And the Alaïa Teckel, omg. She really is Single White Female-ing me! I’m archiving both of these outfits for myself for later dates.
Liana
This is where things got bizarre and Laura and I slowly began to morph into one another. I’m in the Oksana Clasp in Cat Tongue worn Splayed, duh. But I’m a total convert to these scrub pants that I’ve been seeing everywhere. This is what I call an LA pant for rude creatives with quasi jobs…something feels too sinisterly relaxed, rich, and casual about them. But here I am... sinking deeper and deeper into the airiness of the pant; it’s like I’m not wearing pants at all! Also, they are so well made. Bravo, Colleen Allen. The shoes are MNZ. Laura has Polly Pocket feet, so you won’t see my calloused heel peekaboo out from the back. The bag is Alaïa…I could get used to carrying nothing in it.
Laura is me with a straight bob, the Oksana Clasp top in Engorged, with face-engulfing Tory Burch sunglasses. She’s holding my Chanel Schlepper from a sale I had on Neverworns Live! Shopping a few weeks ago. We were selling these babies for like $200. Next thing you know...forget affiliate links: Laura is going to be shilling things on Magasin Live! Shopping...
Liana
I think if someone saw Laura walking down the street, they’d think she was me. Pony-esque hair with two little strands falling around the face. A leather coat. Andrew Marc—her own, to boot! An Oksana Clasp top in Cat Tongue worn Splayed. The pants are mine: Tom Ford-era Gucci spring 1998 python in electric blue. Yes, this is where some of that blue chatter came from. The feather shoes…well, fall 1999 Tom Ford era Gucci that Laura bought from me YEARS ago because they didn’t fit my large, bunioned and battered feet. `
What am I wearing?! I could get used to this life! Obviously, Oksana Clasp top in Engorged! A big chunky belt. Aflalo luxe cargo shorts. A Pinocchio strappy shoe (Laura note: They’re Lemaire, ahem). But the craziest thing is that I am wearing a Row bag. The Row? The brand seems so foreign to me. One time I went to meet my former colleague at The Row in the city, and I accidentally went to a hotel in Times Square called Row. Maybe I need to elevate…
Laura
I got Liana to wear The Row!!! Disconnect the pipes because hell hath frozen over. She kept calling it a Margaux, and I kept correcting her: “Marlo.” I think we legitimately influenced one another over the course of a few outfits, but some things will never change. I could sense Liana’s impact on me, because I didn’t feel that wearing the pink Clasp with these blue python TF Gucci pants was necessarily too loud. They sort of…meet each other where they are? A fashion allegory for us, maybe??
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Then I moved into Laura’s house, got the same haircut, and her husband just couldn’t tell who was who!
Major!