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.
This is a toughie, because the whole point of this boot is to come from a place of both crazy and cute. But for the purposes of this exercise, you can only choose one.
When worn with a black cardigan, leggings, and boots, this could not be more completely out of my playbook.
Sometimes, a girl’s just got to say to hell with it and go with the most electro-fantastic snakeskin print there ever was.
I love this tee for how much it reminds me of that moment in the 70s when suddenly everyone was wearing little tops (and carrying totes) that said things like “Oui” and “Je t’aime” and “Le tennis” and feeling all jaunty and continental because of it.
*I half-suspect some typography geek is going to write in and say that this font wasn’t actually invented until 1981 so I have it all wrong, but I stand by my reference.
My position regarding faux fur is that if you choose wear it, it’s best to dive right in and go really obviously faux. This swellegant little bundle doesn’t fool anyone even for a moment, but that’s part of its charm, don’t you think?
After the Great Cartier Tank Watch Calamity of 2002, I vowed never again to invest a meaningful amount of money in anything that could just slide off my wrist and into the ether, and have worn mostly Timexes. Their reissues of old favorites are just so damn classic, and they tell time with the exact same level of accuracy and reliability that I came to expect from more expensive brands. I lost my favorite one a few months back, and am thinking I might go a slightly different route this time around: the light tone of the leather with the silver feels somehow very stealth rich lady,* and it’s got wear-with-everything written all over it.
Couldn’t not show you this version too, which is just as classic as the day is long.