Today I bring you one of my favorite fashion images from the 90s, because I mentioned, did I not, that Princess Week would be about indulging my nostalgic side? Consider for a moment Linda and Christy and friends in their white button-down shirts: do they not look like a million bucks? I miss the original supermodels, with their abundant joy and vim, and do not accept the current procession of desiccated, sullen specimens slouching down the runways as their worthy successors.
But back to those white button-downs, which have been on my mind since I spied this perfectly classic version a few weeks back. The chicest women I know live in white shirts, and use them as a foundation around which they build outfits that get interesting in the details. You should think of them that way, too: as a perfect foil for your most standout pieces.
I’ve been wanting to pull the trigger on this pintuck-style top for ages now. Nili Lotan pieces are pricey, but I always end up wearing the hell out of them, so I might just do it.
My Princess Week dream ensemble: a tuxedo shirt, leather jeans, an armful of bracelets and a slightly smaller ass.
I look at this and wonder: do I think it is cute because I’ve gone snow blind from looking at too many prints and lost all perspective?
“Once you’ve dressed and before your leave the house, take a look in the mirror and take at least one thing off,” said Coco Chanel, famously. My friend Elise is the type of person who takes a look in the mirror and puts one thing on, almost always to pretty genius effect. She is an uber-accessorizer, and it works, because her baseline look most days is actually rather simple and preppy. This bright little beauty reminds me of something she’d throw on with one of her preppy little crew necks and jeans and look just unstoppably chic, even with the big old earrings and pile of bracelets she’d no doubt be bringing to the party as well.
You just can’t mix grey, pink, and black together nearly enough for my taste.
I’m not one to attach expiration dates to articles or styles of clothing based on one’s age, but I do believe distressed jeans are probably best left to the kids. And yet: these appeal. Possibly because it’s winter, and white jeans in winter always look so chic, and because they’re nice and slouchy—in my book, the only way white jeans should be—and then also because the light on light shreddiness to me looks maybe interestingly deconstructed rather than calculatedly edgy. Thoughts?
You say crazy, I say crazy genius. (But alas, too crazy pricey for consideration.)
This Alexander McQueen leopard print scarf with skulls is so excellently lady badass.
Altogether way too much, to be sure. But in a good way?
I wrote about—and wound up purchasing—this caftan, back in the spring, when it cost more than it should have, but I was too obsessed with the print, and the idea that I would wear it all summer long, to pass it up. And as it turns out, I did wear it all summer long, and continue to wear it rather endlessly, as it is the best piece of loungewear I’ve ever acquired. Just last night, I put it on right after walking the dog, fell asleep in it, then wore it for the coffee-and-emails portion of my morning too. You just never want to take it off, because it makes you feel kind of glamorous and like you’ve been to Morocco, in that way that caftans can. And it only gets better and softer after each washing. It’s on sale now for much closer to what a sane person would pay for it, so if this is at all your thing, do not delay.
I like how the lace cutouts at the neckline and shoulders here add a nice little hit of bareness—without actually baring much of anything.