The mythic white Birkenstock Arizona sandal: I have seen quite stylish women wear these with rolled-up jeans or khakis in the summer and look fantastic. But they scare me. And excite me, just a little. Thoughts?
Forgive me, reader who wrote in requesting that I do a post on stud earrings, for I accidentally deleted your email and forgot your name. But I can very much get with your request: I wore so many crazy big earrings back in the 80s that my that my piercings now sag unattractively, so for me it’s either about the lightest of lightweight dangly earrings or studs, always. But aside from all that, I also quite appreciate the no-muss-no-fuss aspect of studs: you can put them in and forget about them for days if you care to, which, for a lazy accessorizor such as myself, is pretty much all you can ask for in a piece of jewelry. Of course I had to start things off with this beautiful serpent pair with diamond eyes, because it’s a whole lot of pretty.
This pyramid stud with wee chains is a quiet little moment of tough chick.
Flower earrings for people who would usually think flower earrings are too girly.
An elegant diamond pair, at a decent price.
And here we have Debbie Harry, in what I’d guess is 1980 or maybe even earlier, mixing prints like there’s nothing to it and looking like a million bucks. Fashion People appear to have moved on from print mixing for the moment, but as this photo proves, it’s a look for the ages.
The key piece in Debbie’s ensemble is that tee, with its wide stripes—so cool and new wavey. This one is in black and white, because that was a thing back in the day.
This floral denim skirt works because it shares a hue with the top (black), and its pattern is smaller than the stripes, which creates a nice harmony. Also, I must point out the zippers at the hem: a fun touch that adds edge to the sweet floral, but even better, is an excellent way to ease up on the restrictiveness of the pencil silhouette.
I love how her sunglasses are sort of pre-punk and 70s.
Debbie looks like she’s wearing sandals, but I’m finishing the look off instead with a nice low heeled pump (remember when this was actually considered kind of high?) And here’s a nice pointy-toe flat, which could also be quite cute.
A palm tree print executed in a palette of black and red is a palm tree print I can get behind.
These crazy pricey fancy designer leopard print sneakers obsess me.
One is never too old for a little ladypunk moment.
A reader named Alison writes to say that she needs an outfit for a New York black tie event. “I don’t want to spend too much money,” she says, “but don’t want to be underdressed.” Alison, I’m glad you asked, because now I finally have a reason to run this picture of veteran fashion editor Tonne Goodman, wearing an outfit that to me is the embodiment of black tie chic, grown up-style. The long skirt and button down shirt ensemble is a classic—and hers was made, if memory serves, by Michael Kors and no doubt cost a fortune—but it’s remarkably easy to pull off your own lo-fi version.
Find a skirt with a nice shape to it; nothing too boxy.
Add a belt and you’re there.
Dots are really at their best when they manage to be sophisticated and fun at the same time.
And who doesn’t love a touch of metallic?
Back when I was the editor of a shopping magazine, people used to get so hugely and unnecessarily stressed about buying me gifts—thinking (inaccurately) that there was nothing they could give me I hadn’t already seen or didn’t already have. So after a while I instituted a no gifts policy, and it stands to this day. For my 50th, however, a couple of friends disobeyed, and given the monumental nature of the milestone in question, I allowed it. Tribeca Mom, for instance, took me to Ted Muehling’s store and told me to pick out whatever pair of earrings I liked. Who could say no to this?
I tried on many and varied and excellent pairs, but eventually chose these. Not the most dramatic of the bunch, but they lit up my face the way sometimes earrings can, and that no makeup can approximate. And the shape is so classic I can imagine wearing them with pretty much everything I own. Of course I love them so much I am scared to wear them and risk one falling out, but I’m working on it.
Skinny pants and my hips get along so poorly that I have just about given up on ever finding a pair that works (even a dog eventually stops going to the electric fence, right?) Still, something about this cropped twill pair seemed promising: they’re from J. Brand, a company whose jeans and chinos have always worked for me, and they’ve got some stretch, which never hurts. So I rolled the dice and placed an order, and am delighted to report that they fit so well my friend Stephen said they look like they were made for me, and does it get much better than that?