It’s a tote and a rorschach test in one!
Against all rules of practicality, I’m suddenly craving a pair of light-colored boots. Like for instance this dove grey version of Acne’s popular pistol boot, which is just almost too damn cool for this world.
Wear this super-low iteration just like you would loafers.
I love this modified Chelsea boot, which takes things in a more tomboyish direction
Here’s a piece that’s evergreen in its appeal, but not necessarily because perfect specimens abound: most of the denim skirts out there in the retail universe are either too faux-distressed and junior, or hopelessly boxy and Mom Jean. This pencil skirt is neither of those things—and even manages a silhouette I’d go so far as to call elegant. Plus, it’s got some stretch to it, which is never a bad thing when we’re talking pencil skirts.
Just the cutest little tweedy moto jacket to ring in under $100 ever.
I know it must be growing tiresome for those of you who live in milder climates to keep hearing the rest of us hold forth on the treacherousness of this winter, but truly, there is no overstating matters. 18 degrees first thing in the morning is the new normal; 35 degrees and scattered clouds the new perfect. And don’t think I don’t know I’ve got it easy: some of you have barely been out of the single digits since January.
It shall pass, all of this unpleasantness, as it always does—although not nearly soon enough. And when it does, endless rounds of snow will quite possibly be replaced by torrents of rain—and the just-right trench will be as essential as your parka is right now. My favorite trenches are ones that don’t belt: the silhouette just feels sleeker to me. Also, I very much prefer for pockets and epaulets to be kept to a minimum. This one from Madewell is pure, understated perfection.
A slightly more fashiony take, and definitely the option most likely to be worn by Olivia Pope.
A perfectly cute little weekendy peacoat version.
This one’s hooded, and a bit of a cross between an anorak and a trench, which is fun.
It’s not especially in my wheelhouse, but I became obsessed with the quilted leather bomber that Loeffler Randall’s Jesse Randall is wearing in this profile on Madewell’s blog the second I saw it. It walks that classic/edgy line quite well, if you take the quilting to Barbour-type places in your head, which I do. It also seems like it’d be a good weight for early spring. Should spring ever actually come.
This one’s a little more like it.
Three pieces that are graphic, a little bit tribal and totally up my alley. First up: this is a dress, but I want to wear it like it’s a tunic, with leggings and big boots.
Usually this silhouette is a too lady for me, but this dress keeps things interesting with a slightly wild print and amusingly chic fringe at the sleeves and hem.
An ikat heart attack.
This boucle-style jacket is meant for spring, but I’d wear it right now with jeans and a dark long-sleeved tee for maximum pop effect.
As a kid, my friend Kiki had the best birthday gambit going. Her parents, who’d divorced when she was quite young, felt so guilty about the fact that she would never observe the big day with both of them at the same time that they created something called Princess Week, wherein the entire seven days leading up to her birthday were so awash with Kiki-centric activities she’d never have a moment to feel sad about what she wasn’t getting. There were many gifts, of course, and there was staying up late, and two birthday cakes instead of just one, and she was the envy of all her friends. When we met, in our late twenties, Kiki told me about Princess Week and I insisted it was something we needed to resurrect immediately, and so we did, in kind of a jokey way, for a very many years. We did one another’s bidding, self-gifted lavishly (frequently purchasing items that on any of the other 51 weeks on the year we would reject as well beyond our means), and ate nutritionally unbalanced meals. It was a lark, and it kept birthdays light during years when they were just beginning to feel heavy.
Then I got married, Kiki became a mom, and Princess Week went away. But yesterday—after a weekend spent in a serious funk about turning 50—I have decided that Princess Week is back on. For the next seven days, it’s going to be all about french toast with bacon, new Jerome Dreyfuss bags, esoteric spa treatments, and whatever else feels right. And I’m thinking I’ll use Princess Week here as an excuse to indulge my nostalgic side and revisit some favorite themes: like for instance leopard prints, which were my gateway drug to serious hardcore print obsession and therefore form a sort of foundation for so much of what we do here. This sweater has got as classic a leopard print as you could ask for, and I, for one, am extremely close to buying it.
The burnout effect on this scarf is not only pretty much the coolest, it also keeps the print on the subdued side.
These sunglasses read almost like they’re tortoiseshell, but you’ll know they’re something far more rad.
Yes, these jeans are way too young for me. But they’re also just the type of not entirely well-advised purchase Princess Week was made for.
A handy pouch for your whatnots.
My key rule to wearing leopard—since it can skew so cheap if the execution is bad—is to stick with pretty classic shapes. This coat is just precisely what I’m talking about.
Clever, clever: the stripes here are actually lines of dots. And it’s so flattering, the way they sweep upward at the neckline.