I might be alone in this, but I think these are totally sexy.
Just too damn cute with that print at the toe.
So 70s fabulous it’s almost unbearable.
Pricey and surely quite perilous to walk in, but the red and the navy is just too excellent to be ignored.
This J. Crew pair comes in more straightforward versions, but the leopard print amuses.
Two reasons to get moving: Everything pops back up to full price on June 1, and the good stuff is already going fast. I focused my search on warm weather classics, like this excellent take on the Breton stripe shirt for Rag & bone.
I feel like I’d wear this high/low cashmere cardigan to death.
A skinny pant that’s not too skinny so it can be worn by many. And the chambray feels like such a chic alternative to the same old black.
Love this hipster take on the Chelsea boot.
It’s not so easy to find a denim skirt that rings in at a decent price and isn’t perilously mini, but this one—which has excellent knockabout-all-weekend potential—costs what a denim skirt should cost.
I love LA. I could live in LA, traffic and all, and in fact fantasize about it every winter. But sartorially, I am not entirely at one with LA. Warm weather dressing there is an entirely different proposition than it is here on the East Coast: colors predominate, for one. And even though people are always going on about how New Yorkers are more pulled-together and Los Angelenos more casual, the women I encounter in LA are always doing their version of casual just exactly, intimidatingly, right. Currently, I’m preparing to pack for a brief Memorial Day Weekend trip there—a family event beckons—and as usual have found something to be stymied over. Unlike New York—where once it gets warm the temperature doesn’t drop again until September—LA cools off most every evening, and finding a light jacket that’s going to work with everything I’m bringing is never simple. I do very much like this shirty safari jacket from J. Crew, though.
And the frayed edges and dark wash of this denim jacket take it somewhere interesting and a little more grown-up than your typical denim specimen. (There’s also this black and collarless option from Gap that I wrote about some time ago, which is now nicely marked down.)
Not especially practical, totally adorable.
A sort of hybrid Mexican/techno print that I actually think would be surprisingly versatile.
And finally: happiness in a jacket.
At first glance, Everlane’s new sneaker-hybrid-y Street Shoes come off a bit wonkishly pointy, but then after you try them on you realize they’re perfect. I shall walk all over creation this summer in these.
As longtime readers know, I tend to fall passionately in love with—and declare total loyalty to—a new mascara about once a year before discovering one I adore even more. And so it has happened again, thanks to the no-less-than transformative powers of In Extreme Dimension 3D Black Lash from MAC. The lady at the store claimed that if you apply three layers, the effect all but approximates false lashes, but I only had to do it twice to achieve the kind of (gloriously clump-free) length, curl and volume my fine little lashes crave.
My new favorite store in San Francisco is actually in Oakland (which Northern Californians are fond of calling the Brooklyn of the Bay Area), and is called Esqueleto. It’s part of Temescal Alleys, a cluster of shops (plus an ice cream place and the requisite hipster barber) gathered in a couple of small side streets. A number of the stores are quite cute and cool—and all are worth popping in to—but Esqueleto is the jewel in the crown. Their website offers a fraction of what they actually stock, so it’s hard to give you a true sense of how lovely this place is. If you are nearby, you must, must stop in.
It is owned by the jewelry designer Lauren Wolf, and her insanely beautiful pieces—like this splurgestastic diamond claw ring—take up the biggest and most prominent counter. One emerald ring was so pretty, and looked so perfect on my finger that it almost made me cry. So my date for the day, the wonderful but horribly enabling Emily Hsieh (of old school Lucky fame) might have talked me into buying it.
In addition to the boss lady’s line, they carry a quite robust and really, really well-edited assortment of pieces by other jewelry designers, too. Some names I was familiar with, but some were totally new: this gold braid ring Katrina LaPenne would be a glorious addition to just about any stack. (Here’s the less expensive silver version.)
This diamond friendship bracelet by Scosha is pretty nifty in a very undone-glamourous kind of a way.
Their selection of art and objects is almost as compelling as the jewelry. I of course loved this snake print and might have to make it mine at some point.
And I’m not at all certain what I’d do with something like this stoneware jug, but it sure is fantastic.
The biggest obstacle I consistently encounter in my attempt to be a light packer is narrowing down the amount of footwear to bring along. It’s just so damn bulky. So I made what turned out to be a rather poor executive decision and elected to pack these clunky-ass Clergeries* to wear with dresses at night instead of perhaps more practical sneakers. On the plane I wore my No. 6 clog boots. And the very first day I was here, we went hiking and I looked and felt like a ridiculous New York fish out of water struggling in my those boots as everyone around me moved with ease in far more appropriate walking shoes. The next day we were headed out to the (really rather gorgeous) beaches of Point Reyes, and I wan’t interested in a repeat performance, wet-sand version. So we headed to Target, and I picked up these—dead ringers for Chuck Taylors—for a mere $14.
*Which was really a doubly impractical move because there are few places in this part of the world where you don’t look perfectly acceptable in jeans.
I’d almost call this a trend, but back in magazine-land, we used to say that something only qualified as one if you could find at least three examples of it—so I guess what we have here is maybe better classified as a clever little coincidence. Of course I love the blue and black action on this daisy print blouse from Rykiel.
There are so many moving pieces here that this cotton button-down could almost come off as a novelty—but somehow doesn’t.
A denim cheetah print: altogether too much, and yet totally right.
I know at least one of you is going to remark that this Antonello bag resembles a chenille blanket, but I am obsessed with its cheery, tactile excellence.
This beaded number is a whole lot of fabulous for under $100.