This young lady looks rather great, and for me it’s all about the interesting proportions created by that big old hulking scarf.
Just like this one from Emerson Fry that I’ve had my eye on for ages.
My inspiration: the early years of Nicholas Nixon’s iconic portraits of the uber-WASP-y Brown sisters.
Such a winningly orangey-bright hue.
Bootcut jeans are beginning to feel just about right again.
Few things more perfectly sportif than Tretorns.
The trick to pulling off pearl studs without looking mumsy is to make sure you wear a pair that’s on the small side.
I’m loving the look of a simple metal choker—not at all unlike the one I wore every day of seventh grade—right now.
Sometimes when J. Crew indulges their brand of crazy, it totally works for me.
“It must be time for another installment of ‘Dresses with grown-up hemlines,’ mustn’t it be?” wrote a reader named Deborah last week, and she’s right: the last time I delivered this quarterly(ish) feature was October (and to be quite honest, I am never in a rush to put it together, for the same reason so many of you are eager to read it— few things are harder than finding decent contenders). These are all spring dresses, but I would wear each of them right now, layered up: I love the soft/hard look of florals with black tights, boots and a cardigan. The silhouette on this first one is crazy-flattering, with an unexpected color combination—white and black with pops of orange—that totally works.
Very party-on-the-bottom, business-on-the-top.
A super-abstract print with a totally work-worthy silhouette.
Shirtdress-inspired, but so much more wearable.
It’s almost a little nuts how dead a ringer this Seiko is for the real thing.
And here’s the splurge of the bunch: a spin on the classic from Isabel Marant that is very nearly perfect and which I want very much.
Maybe around 15 years ago, my friend Gigi and I were sat a yard sale in Sag Harbor, and for about $3, she snagged this minidress with a black and white photo print of a crowd scene of 60s-looking hippie people on it. We called it the Million Man Dress, and I became increasingly certain that the picture was from Woodstock, and that the dress had to be worth more than $3. Which turned out to be true.
Last night I discovered the Million Man windbreaker—a piece in the Stella McCartney for Adidas collection that is not that same photo—you can see it’s more of a collage—but that delights me nevertheless.
A reader named Aimee writes: “I am 35. I have a 10-month-old son. I have two tired shirtdresses I rotate between for the office. I wear yoga pants all weekend. I am moving to Paris in May. I need help.” Aimee, you both cracked me up and are so totally going to be fine. Check out Paris Vogue’s Emmanuelle Alt and her crew,* who I know I am always going on about, but with good reason: they love classic pieces, are the queens of wearing what they wore yesterday, and—perhaps closest to my heart–love black. We can all do a version of what they do. (And I have worked my wee little heart out looking for items that make it possible without spending a fortune, as Aimee is on a budget.)
In our follow-up correspondence, Aimee said that she won’t be working at first, which made this post a whole lot more fun, because the first thing to know is that French chicks live in their jeans. And the right pair of stretchy-skinny cropped ones can be (almost) as comfortable as yoga pants.
I’d personally probably take things in more of a slouchy boyfriend direction, like Ms. Capucine Safyurtlu, second from right.
French women manage to look both polished and I-just-fell-out-of-bed-like-this at once, which is a tricky trick and possibly the main reason so many of us covet their style. One key here is that they treat the blazer as a casual piece to throw on with their most relaxed ensembles.
The perfect slouchy tee is a must; the slouchy part is essential.
An oversized white button-down will take you far, and a well-executed, butt-covering half-tuck will make those black skinny jeans a less intimidating proposition.
Throw a striped tee on with the blazer and jeans for optimal blending-in-with-the-locals.
Nothing more everyday luxe than a clean black cashmere crewneck.
As for accessorizing: French women do it lightly, well, and expensively. That perfect and seemingly simple satchel being carried here by Capucine and her colleague Geraldine Saglio? Vuitton. Sadly, in life, when it comes to bags, less almost always costs more.
This Madewell version gets it pretty right, though.
The yoga pants-wearing side of Aimee will be thrilled to note that the French embrace sneakers: their love of all-American Stan Smiths is particularly acute.
For times when kicks won’t do—and because I sense Aimee is not the spiky-high-heels type—pointed-toe skimmers.
No big scary wraparound Chanel for the Paris Vogue set: Emmanuelle likes classic aviators.
*I also love this top picture because Alt’s staff looks so relaxed and happy just bopping around going to the shows with her, which isn’t exactly standard operating procedure at most fashion magazines.
Lace gets almost edgy when cast in metal.
There’s something very tough-chick minimal about this superheroine-style option.
As prints go, this isn’t necessarily the easiest one to wear—you have to keep everything else very sophisticated and minimal or risk coming off very I Own A Pottery Wheel. But how good would this Etoile Isabel Marant cotton jacket look with some leather leggings, boots, and a simple black sweater?
This Lizzie Fortunato bag is perfect for remedying that moment when you’re about to run out of the house in head-to-toe black.
A happy, bold star print from Claire Vivier.
I’m in love with this in the streamlined black and white.
All of the rest of the items here I desperately covet; this peaked one from Annie Costello Brown I already own and absolutely love. It’s elegant and punk all at once, and adds a nice 3-D element to the mix.
Nothing wrong with throwing a little color in there.
Spikes played out on such a a wee scale are almost delicate.
Preppy chic for grown-ups.
I have tried this braided one on for size at Aurelie Bidermann’s Lafayette Street store on no fewer than three separate occasions—maybe more. It’s so good even just on its own.