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The Not-So-Plain White Tee

By on July 25, 2014

I have a confession to make: I’m not a huge fan of summer weather. That’s not to say that I can’t stand the season itself—I love days at the beach, kayaking in Muskoka, and feeling the sun on my SPF-covered skin—but it’s the stickiness and sweat of summer that I struggle to embrace. As Toronto temperatures creep toward 30 degrees Celsius, I’m finding it harder and harder to stay cool in the city. Fortunately I’ll be escaping to a cottage up north in a few short weeks, but in the meantime, what’s a Torontonian to do (and wear)?

Enter the white t-shirt.

Short of taking a dip in the lake or cuddling up with an air conditioner, there’s no better way to keep cool than by wearing white. The simplicity of a white t-shirt also falls perfectly in line with my summer beauty routine: unfussy hair, natural makeup, and light perfume. However, it’s the simplicity of a white t-shirt that can also be its downfall. Sometimes a plain white tee is just that—plain.

Enter the statement white t-shirt.

(T-shirts, clockwise from left: Moschino, River Island, French Connection, Monki, and DKNY)

I like to think that the designers who sent these looks down the runway heard my prayers for a fresh way to wear white. What I love the most about statement tees is how bold they are—they’re just so much more interesting to look at than a plain white shirt. I also love the freedom of a statement tee—you can pair one with just about anything. I love the look with a floral backpack, wide-brimmed hat, and boyfriend jeans or black shorts.

(Fedora, Rag & Bone; backpack, Vans; shorts, Rag & Bone; jeans, J. Crew)

So, will you be making a statement in a tongue-in-cheek tee this summer? Let me know in the comments or on Twitter: @kristynmf

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Kristyn Filip

About Kristyn Filip

I first fell in love with fashion in 2005. I was sixteen, living in Paris, and staring at a stunningly beautiful window display outside of Printemps. After tearing myself away from the store, I went on to graduate from university and move to Toronto to do the near-impossible: make a living as a writer. When I'm not holed up writing in a coffee shop, you can find me exploring my east-end neighbourhood, watching terrible reality TV, and catching up with friends at a dive bar. You can also find me on Twitter and Instagram: @kristynmf