I Love My Black Blazer- PR Girl Outfits

Natasha Zeller does public relations for champagne and lube (for real). Follow her on Twitter.

"Being a PR girl certainly has its glamorous moments, but when it comes to everyday attire, black is the way to go. Everyone looks good in black, and it helps keep the spotlight on the client: It’s a lot easier to direct attention towards a product if you’re not sporting a neon Hervé Léger paneled bandage dress, you know? That being said, black certainly doesn’t have to mean boring, which is why I’m totally obsessed with my Charles Henry oversized blazer.

"This blazer—a break from the everyday leather jacket look that I am so often seen sporting—is unique in its shape and form. The oversized collar has the ability to complete an outfit or cleverly disguise one of my shapeless floral frocks. The jacket is perfectly tailored and can literally transform an outfit in seconds.

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"I could go on and on about fabrics and finishes, but the truth is that this jacket is more to me than, well, a jacket. My close friend Meredith Fisher designed it, which makes it particularly close to my heart. Our friendship, like her collection and my love for the jacket, has matured over the years. Wearing the jacket not only protects me from the seemingly never-ending New York cold, but also reminds me of my friends from home.

"You see, I moved to New York six months ago to start my career as a public relations executive. I love the city and my job, but I am a California girl born and bred. I pine for days of aimless driving, oversized sunnies (regardless of the weather), chopped salads from La Scala, and you better believe I’m not going out if there’s a Lakers game on TV. So, in a way, my Charles Henry jacket is my shield—a protector, if you will—as I navigate the streets of Manhattan. Its grandiose exterior and versatility act as a buffer as I transition into my new life, helping me to look and feel prepared for the real world that I often question whether or not I am ready to face.

"My jacket and I are close. Real close. There will always be those torturous couple of days in the month where I count down the minutes until it is released from the dry-cleaners, but aside from then, we are seldom separated. When I'm wearing it, I can honestly answer my father’s daily routine check-in calls that go something along the lines of this: “Are you alive? Do you have enough money? Are you wearing a jacket? Are you being safe?” At least I can confirm one of those questions with an answer that will please my father: “Yes, Dad, I’m wearing my (Charles Henry) jacket.”