A good mood in a bag.
The first thing I do in the morning these days—the first thing after coffee, that is—is head over to the East Village with the dogs so they can have a nice frolic in the Tompkins Square Park dog run. Sartorially, I try to make it as much of a roll-out-of-bed experience as possible, both because you don’t want to dally too much in the morning when you’ve got two dogs with full bladders on your hands, and also because the dog run can be a dusty, muddy experience so you don’t want to wear anything too fancy. Mostly lately I’ve been reaching for these linen shorts, which I sized up on so they’re nice and slouchy, and which are the very soul of comfort.
I am a huge fan of Xirena tops—they are made from the most divine lightweight fabrics, perfect for summer—and if I could in any way justify the purchase of yet another white shirt, it would be this one.
And, if I may be allowed to look ahead for a moment to fall: it costs a little more than I want to spend on such a thing, but then again this army shirt jacket is very nearly perfect.
The wee lightning bolt on this cardigan makes me really happy.
It is my belief that clothes should, as often as possible, be comfortable enough to sleep in (partially this is due to the fact that I not infrequently doze off on the living room sofa and never quite make it to bed). In summertime, this isn’t such a tough trick to pull off—especially not if you at all like t-shirt dresses, which I do very much. It’s not always easy to find one that fits just right—that isn’t too tent-like or, conversely, doesn’t cling in the wrong places—but they are out there. For instance, I tried on this cute APC number at Steven Alan the other day, and loved the way it looked un-belted: very Frech chick in the 70s.
A subdued choice with nice details, like that flattering neckline and not-overwhelming asymmetrical hem.
I know this one is on the shorter side, but the model is a giant and I’m pretty sure that on many of us normal-sized humans, the hem would hit closer to the knee. For kicking around on the weekend or using as a cover-up for the beach, I’m not sure it can be beat.
I have seen so many quite beautiful and super-expensive snake rings lately—rings that far exceed the GOACA price limit and that I would therefore never show here, for fear of inciting the masses—and so it delighted me to find this rather simple and perfect brass specimen, which goes for just a hair over $50.
As is sometimes the case, I wear this perfectly light and breezy tank even as I type. I bought it full price at Madewell, but for you, it’s marked nicely down.
I can’t bring myself to buy this poncho sweater/jacket-type thing right now because it’s just so stinking hot outside that it seems wrong to even be thinking about fall clothes. But it just appeared in the New Arrivals section of Shopbop’s site, and I know it’ll be sold out long before the weather does turn chilly. (I also wish it was a squidge cheaper, as I do with almost everything from Ulla Johnson.) So I guess I’m taking a pass on it by default, but it is just so good.
I like this tee mostly because it reminds me of one of my favorite stories about my nephew Eli, who at the age of nine or so was traveling through France with his parents when he saw a sign that read “Gay Disco.” Eli asked what that meant, and my sister-in-law launched in on a carefully-calibrated-for-a-child explanation of the fact that sometimes men love other men and women other women. Halfway through, he interrupted her. “I know what gay is,” he said, with some exasperation. “What’s a disco?”