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.
This is what we call a good mood in a top.
Quite a lot of print, yes. But when you’re on crazy arctic lockdown and layers are the rule of the day, it’s nice to throw something a little unexpected in there between your sweater and big-ass parka.
When certain trends go away, they seem only just mildly unlikely to come back; others are more of a snowball’s-chance-in-hell proposition. If you’d asked me which category I thought cropped motorcycle boots fell into, I’d definitely have chosen the latter. And yet here is this: a somewhat more spiffed version of the clunkers that (I’m not ashamed to admit) I thought were the absolute bomb back around 1992. Then, as now, they are exactly equal parts batshit crazy and somehow oddly cute. Would you do it, ladies?
Yesterday the weather was just surpassingly weird—unseasonably warm and balmy, with mean dark skies that threatened rain but never delivered, and it threw me for a real sartorial loop. Weekend casual isn’t a look I excel at on even the best of days, and my ensemble—Current Elliott boyfriend jeans, Acne platform boots, a big drapey black Maria Cornejo sweater, and Barbour jacket, nice pieces all—wound up looking less cooly slouchy, which was my goal, and more straight-up shlumpy. It was too much slouch by a factor of about three, which is almost always the problem when one of my outfits goes wrong. You might think I’d learn by now from my mistakes and adjust accordingly, but in this respect I am just like a dog who keeps running into the electric fence. On the other end of the style spectrum, Tribeca Mom, who I was meeting for brunch with her brood, had gotten it exactly right. It all started, as so many Tribeca Mom outfits do, with a striped tee.
Tribeca Mom’s trademark style shortcut: a a big old honking necklace to throw her often very classic ensembles just a tiny bit off balance.
And for her moment of delicate: sweet diamond studs.
TM was wearing her favorite cropped J Brand trousers (I was serious when told you it was warm, guys). They’re the result of an exhaustive search on her part for the perfect pair of black pants, and I have to say I think she nailed it.
On her feet, Tribeca Mom had on boots from Dieppa Restrepo—she likes how low they dip. I like how crazy versatile they are.
And finally, for that rain that never came: a classic windbreaker from K Way, light enough to stash in your bag.
Net a Porter’s having a great sale right now, and the selection of tops alone is such a fantasia of print that I got a little snow blind trying to pick a single favorite. In the end, this one from APC wins, not just because nothing beats a well-executed print on a black background, but also because the piece itself is so nicely pared-down, but still somehow romantic.