Never have I been so tempted to rig a giveaway in my favor as I am now: these are caftans in which to stylishly lounge your way through the rest of summer, and to stuff in the suitcase for every beach vacation after that. We’re giving one away to three lucky ladies, and I am already desperately jealous of whoever wins this one. All you’ve got to do to win is enter here by July 6.
I have been wearing my new skinny army pants so much up here in the mountains that it’s getting a little gross. Even as I type I am wearing them, yet again. They have the best, most flattering silhouette (the back pockets are strategically cut for maximum butt-flattering-ness) and so much stretch—without looking like they do—that they’re as comfortable as leggings. The fact that they’re black adds a nice dose of sophistication.
They’d actually look totally adorable with this Mexican embroidered top, which I especially desire.
To finish things off: this nifty clog sandal, in a pale pink that works nicely as a neutral.
Because of course I did.
In straight-up black and white, gingham loses all of the usual prissypants associations it usually holds for me. The print on these shorts is just small enough to be acceptable to those who don’t like loud pants. And they have excellent slouch.
The black placket gives this shirt some edge.
Love the interplay of large and small gingham on this cute shirtdress
Lately I’ve been craving a Bottega Veneta bag, but you can’t even begin to think about buying one for less than four figures. This hobo style from Deux Lux is a dead ringer for the real thing.
A huarache becomes more than a just-for-hippie-girls proposition when it’s rendered in black.
Braided belts are exceedingly French fashion editor.
A loud and proud Liberty collab with Superga.
I can’t begin to understand why the pop of neon makes sense here with the blood-red roses, but it totally does.
The Chuck Taylor high top is not typically my thing, but these are stupendous.
The color combo here kills it.
Appealingly subtle—and still, delightfully, Liberty.
Beyond fabulous, wicked cheeky, straight-up nuts: these Karen Walker for Liberty of London sunglasses have it all.
This mini version of Clare Vivier’s Kenya bag: so simple, so genius (and unlike the larger version, it comes with that second, longer, handle, which makes it so much more real-life useful too).
The years I spent simultaneously doing a great deal of travel for my job and dressing in very nice clothes taught me an interesting lesson: you do not have to be particularly dissatisfied with your sense of style to find yourself feeling totally off your game when visiting a city whose aesthetic differs from your own. Paris, interestingly, never gave me a complex. But Milan always made me feel like a total shlep. And LA—because I am a New Yorker and child of the 80s whose wardrobe will always be weighted heavily to the color black—makes me feel like an overgrown Wednesday Addams.
I alluded to this the other day when mentioning my imminent trip to LA, because I am quite envious of how well the natives employ color in their wardrobes. I could never move quite so far out of my comfort zone, so instead I fake it up with accessories. I bought this Etoile Isabel Marant belt specifically because I knew it would add dimension to outfits when I had otherwise failed to do so, and while it was not cheap, it is working out nicely on the cost-per-wear front. (Here is something on a similar theme that’s much cheaper.)
My poppy blue mirror lens Illesteva sunglasses both put me in a better mood and make me cuter. I wish there was a scientific way to prove this.
You guys know I love a blue handbag, and this is just an excellent blue—it stands out but also feels like it’d be quite versatile.
There are those who believe that snakeskin footwear can be considered a neutral, and I am one of those people. It is for this reason—and also because they look so eminently walkable—that these idle in my shopping cart.
I never get on a plane to go anywhere without one on my Chan Luu scarves, and their silk and cashmere blends are especially perfect for this time of year. Pink might strike you as an odd choice for somebody as allergic to girly as me, but this is such a good, dusty, greyish pink that it comes off really chic.
It’s possible I’ll show you more of these as we venture deeper into the summer, but I wanted to make sure to toss a few out pre-Memorial Day. First up: I’m a sucker for a good canvas-and-leather combo, and this one is just so dreamy: it’s from LL Bean, and looks far more expensive than it is. It’s also backordered until July, but I’m thinking it’s worth the wait.
My mom owned a set of monogrammed T. Anthony suitcases in their signature purply blue back in the 70s, and I always thought they were the chicest things ever. So of course as soon as I could afford to, I copied her—not with a set, but with a couple of well-chosen (and loved) pieces, to which I would one day be thrilled to add this excellent specimen.
Like your favorite summer tote, but with a lot more utility.