Some of the best Liberty prints are just a little bit trippy.
Behold one Capucine Safyurtlu*, my style obsession of the moment and a French fashion editor, because of course she is. Check out how she rotates the same cornerstone pieces into her outfits repeatedly: the studded belt, the gray trousers, the black top. Google search her and you’ll see the black pumps get quite a workout too. It can never be said enough: this kind of reliance on fewer, better pieces really is how you create a signature style.
1. Organic by John Patrick 2. Nordstrom scarf 3. Nili Lotan tuxedo top 4. APC jeans 5. IRO belt 6. 3.1 Phillip Lim pencil pant 7. Etro crepe top 8. Helmut Lang pump 9. Clare V duffel 10. Loeffler Randall boots
*I know, the cigarette. Awful. Let’s chalk it up to Frenchiness and hope she accessorizes with a nicotine patch some time soon.
It started, as these things so often do, innocently enough. I agreed to accompany a friend to her appointment at our neighborhood piercing emporium, and then of course—because what I really want is another tattoo and this seemed like a harmless enough stand-in—before long I was ponying up for a piece of the action. And it’s probably a good thing I wasn’t feeling quite hardcore enough to consent to one of those (ouchy-looking) upper-ear pierces like the cool girls have, because I think my little row of hoops feels sweet and feminine; even understated. Not that I don’t imagine I’ll be mixing things up a bit eventually.
Photo by my very talented photographer brother Todd.
Suddenly, improbably, eyes appear to be a little bit of a thing. I am digging this quite graphic Indian-inspired Kenzo tee.
Eye prints typically come off rather Lady Surrealist, but the one on this lovely summer sarong/scarf couldn’t be a whole lot cuter.
The low-key, rather 70s lines of this pendant by Anna Graham appeal.
My dear friend Elise, who is currently in town from LA, has a fantastic sense of style: she has never met a bold print she didn’t want to pair with a bolder one, and her approach to color is fearless. I always look forward to seeing how she’s going to put herself together, and when we met up yesterday for lunch at Russ & Daughters, she did not disappoint. For starters, she was wearing a red and white striped tee, which in the wardrobe vocabulary of Elise, practically qualifies as a solid.
And then one of those floral print skirts that flirt with—but stop just short of—being altogether too much.
The fact that Elise is 5’10″ is not something that keeps her from wearing heels when the mood strikes her. But we are friends from Lucky days, and express our affection for one another by shopping together, which we did after dining. So today she wore flats, the better with which to make tracks.
And then she was carrying this altogether too cute tote, with which I am fully obsessed.
Plaid has always felt a little too butch for me, but suddenly I’m kind of into it, just as long as it’s not played too straight. Like for instance, check out how the oversized pockets on this windowpane top transform it into something fashiony.
And I am a fan of the band collar here, and the fact that it’s a popover, which is always a nicely forgiving silhouette.
And for a super-stealth option: the wee sliver of pattern just peeking out on this prepster version is rather clever.
It’s never too late to stock up on a few standards of the season. Like this splurgy, but phenomenally curve-alicious, swimsuit.
Nobody doesn’t need another perfect crisp white shirt in rotation.
I’ve been wearing these platform clogs all summer, and while it’s true that I did fall dramatically off of them once—they are high—it is also true that they are surprisingly comfortable and go with pretty much everything.
Sunglasses are best when they bring a little pop to the party
Hearts and flowers, stars and cherries: how much joy can one little shirt contain?
The prospect of wearing something like this snappy little blue-grey blazer to work is almost—and yet not quite—enough to make me want to take an office job again.
Everything—the sleeves, the neckline, the hem—on this perfect throw-it-on jersey dress hits at the exactly right spot.
Ye olde asymmetric pullover.
Cooler than a loafer, more streamlined than an oxford, and just the tiniest little bit punk: I love these.
I first saw this picture of Velvet Underground-era Nico back when we were putting together the second Lucky book, and it totally obsessed me, and then I ran across it Sunday and it got me going all over again. I love that she looks all slouchy and louche and glamorous, and of course that she’s reading the paper, because she’s probably sitting backstage waiting for sound check to happen and is bored out of her mind. One fact I learned in my days of writing about bands is that they spend a surprising amount of time sitting around waiting—for planes, for equipment to be loaded off the bus, and of course always for their turn up onstage. And I like how this picture kind of captures that mood—of the stall before the rush.