I’ve wanted an old-school bandana like I wore at summer camp for some time now, but whenever I see them in boutiques—as I have lately, quite a bit—they are marked up something stupid. Which is why it so pleased me to see them at Kaufmann Mercantile for a mere $2.95. $2.95!
I am wicked crazy for this classic Breton top that at first glance appears to be all black—but is in fact cleverly punctuated by stripes of faded blue.
I’ve been staying here with my mom for most of the past week, and we have just completed three days of shiva—the Jewish post-funeral practice of inviting people into your home to pay their respects and help you make a dent in the mountains of smoked fish and baked goods that have been sent your way. It’s sort of like throwing a brunch and then a cocktail party every day for three days in a row (seven if you’re a stickler). Which can be on the grueling side. But it does exactly what it’s supposed to do, which is keep the bereaved occupied, distracted, and surrounded by those who care for them most. Last night, after the last of the guests left, Mom and I sat in her bed, and she looked through your comments from the post about Howard’s death. She was so moved by all of them, and read out loud her favorites. It was wonderful in a way I can’t fully articulate to give her the gift of all of you. And of course your comments meant the universe to me. I shall return to them whenever I’m feeling low.
Underpacking—as I (not so intentionally) did for my stay up at here—always proves instructive. Certain items by necessity go into intergalactically high rotation, and it is those I return home with a new appreciation for. This time around, they were all Maria Cornejo pieces, which I found especially pleasing, since I spend such a fortune on them. My Gabi Trousers got a particularly nice workout (I wear them even as I type). They’re that rare pair of elastic waist pants chic enough to tuck shirts into, and comfortable as sweats. In addition to which, they are deeply flattering; so much so that they totally reversed my notions about only skinny girls being able to pull off full trousers. I’ve worn them four days out of the last six, which is rather a lot, but you can totally do that with these: they take on the flavor of whatever you match them with. Sort of like tofu.
Another of the worn-to-death Cornejo pieces of the week was a simple but ever-so-sculptural short-sleeved white button-down, from a past season but not at all unlike this one from Alasdair—which is lovely but not left in many sizes. So you might check out this more straightforward option from Current Elliott, or this quite crisp one from Theory. And here’s a nicely inexpensive take to round things out.
Also! I took the leap a little while back and bought one of her jumpsuits (I was feeling wild; had a store credit). There has been no small amount of gun shyness about wearing it: jumpsuits feel so Hi! I am wearing a jumpsuit! and a few times I’ve tried it on, looked in the mirror, and just not felt up to the task. But a lack of suitable other options forced my hand, and wearing it was a revelation: a million compliments, supreme comfort, and only one nephew who told me I looked like a ninja warrior. Its price far exceeds the Girls of a Certain Age limit, so we’re going with this one one from Splendid, which is made of t-shirt material instead of silk, but has almost the precisely the same slouchy-cool shape.
There is something quite charming about a demure, ladylike silhouette such as this when paired with a print that says “Drinks are on me.”
It’s one of the best ways to address the hell that is transitional dressing—fashion magazine-speak for what we do during that awkward time when the past season hasn’t quite given up the ghost, and the new one is still getting its sea legs. The most obvious trick here is to make sure all layers—but especially the middle one—are on the thin side. That’s the layer you’ll be cramming in your bag once the temperature unexpectedly—but somehow inevitably—spikes 30 degrees by lunchtime.
I no longer partake…
…but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to fire this up.
These studded clogs make every pair held together with workaday staples look like the same old same old. Oh Isabel Marant: how you madden with your lunatic prices and then slay me with your spot-on details.
JP writes to say that she needs help figuring out what to pack for an upcoming trip to Italy. She’s got nothing fancy planned, “…just touristy stuff. Eating, walking, wine,” she says, then adds, “I would love to see your tips on what you tend to pack on a minimal packing trip.” Fun challenge, JP: I’m a chronic over-packer who used to be a brilliant under-packer, and who has been reminded—thanks to your request—how nice it can be to go light.
Clockwise from top right:
• Black tee
• Drapey white jersey top
• Pretty bright printed top
• Tube skirt
• Skinny slouchy jeans
• Bucket hat
• Walkable platforms
• Worishofer sandals (as comfortable as Birkenstocks for all-day walking)
• Bright, light scarf
• Cashmere cardigan
• Casual but interesting dress
• Striped tee
• Light tunic
British footwear designer Sophia Webster has created a capsule collection for J. Crew, and each selection is so bright and cheeky I found it difficult to bring you just one. Of course this wickedly charming star-print pump is my favorite. Not that I could walk five yards in it.
The pink floral here is on the quieter side of things.
Whereas this one pretty much drives the crazy on home.
Tribeca Mom did. And it actually totally worked on her, because if there’s anyone who can carry off a floral so crazy it almost makes your eyes hurt, it’s a WASP.
The fact that the rest of her outfit spoke very quietly helped. First up: this silky, drapey navy tee.
The earthy tone and casual slouch of these army green chinos helped balance all that drama up top.
Finally, TM had on tassel loafers from Dieppa Restrepo, which of course looked completely nifty on her, and contributed nicely to the dressed-down mood of the ensemble. I could not in a million years—loafers make me feel like a stump and I’ve always thought I would try tassels never. Could you? And the jacket?