When worn with a black cardigan, leggings, and boots, this could not be more completely out of my playbook.
Sometimes, a girl’s just got to say to hell with it and go with the most electro-fantastic snakeskin print there ever was.
I love this tee for how much it reminds me of that moment in the 70s when suddenly everyone was wearing little tops (and carrying totes) that said things like ”Oui” and “Je t’aime” and “Le tennis” and feeling all jaunty and continental because of it.
*I half-suspect some typography geek is going to write in and say that this font wasn’t actually invented until 1981 so I have it all wrong, but I stand by my reference.
My position regarding faux fur is that if you choose wear it, it’s best to dive right in and go really obviously faux. This swellegant little bundle doesn’t fool anyone even for a moment, but that’s part of its charm, don’t you think?
After the Great Cartier Tank Watch Calamity of 2002, I vowed never again to invest a meaningful amount of money in anything that could just slide off my wrist and into the ether, and have worn mostly Timexes. Their reissues of old favorites are just so damn classic, and they tell time with the exact same level of accuracy and reliability that I came to expect from more expensive brands. I lost my favorite one a few months back, and am thinking I might go a slightly different route this time around: the light tone of the leather with the silver feels somehow very stealth rich lady,* and it’s got wear-with-everything written all over it.
Couldn’t not show you this version too, which is just as classic as the day is long.
“Ugh, capes,” said a fashion photographer friend who happened to call while I was working on this post. “They’re such hell to shoot.” They’re not the most universally beloved of items to wear either, and in truth I can’t entirely explain my fixation on them except to say that I’ve always had one, and it remains unsatisfied. I’m not talking about the hippie-witchy styles, or the modish 60s-ish versions, or the nipped-in Mad Men-like Joan Holloway ones either. I’d in fact go so far as to venture that problem with most capes is that they get too retroish, to the point where the wearer can feel like she’s in costume. But I find this is rarely the case when they’re on the preppier side of things. Going more classic adds a necessary touch of polish, and keeps things very much in the here and now. The double breasted buttons and shawl collar on this lightweight version make it come off nicely spiffed.
The secret to what makes this duffle coat style work is all in the crop. A few more inches and you’d be swimming in excess fabric; as it is you’ve got something adorably swingy and chic.
Here’s the option that enters the room a moment or two before you do—a plus for some, not so much in others, fun on the right occasion in my book. Also, I’m a sucker for a black and red check, and the full-length sleeves are a nifty touch.
One problem with turning your wrist into the permanent residence of a Liberty of London print is that it can cause violent clashes with a great number of your favorite articles of clothing. This, I had not anticipated, but many of my most boldly and brightly printed pieces have long sleeves, and that’s what they’re for, no? On the upside, the tattoo actually provides a built-in foundation for all sorts of really great pattern-mixing—just so long as I adhere to the golden rule of all pattern mixing and keep the color palette simple. In this case, that means nothing but black and white, and the more graphic the better.
I can’t even count the ways I love this batshit genius Tsumori Chisato wallet.
A worn-in metallic gets me every time.
Typically, kimono tops drive me crazy with their big old floppy sleeves, but this clean-cut navy version, with its strategically-placed studs—with which you could go retro or rock and roll, depending on your mood—appeals deeply.