Good morning from Sag Harbor, where the backyard is gorgeous and full of snow, the sun is shining, my internet is moving so desperately slowly I shall consider it a miracle if a post gets out to you at all, and I just finally talked myself into this genius Fornasetti plate I’ve been obsessing over for weeks. Always such a satusfying moment.
Are these Jack Purcells not rather perfect in the grey?
I swore off eyeshadow a while back because I am just so damned bad at applying it. But this new creamy eyeshadow pencil from Charlotte Tilbury is so easy even I can’t mess up too badly: it just glides on, nice and light. And it comes in a variety of hues—one for every eye color—making matters simpler still.
All I want to do is work a little of this vibe into my lingerie game. But most leopard print underthings are so trashy.
This Dolce & Gabbana bra is so right that I can almost not even bear it. It’s that dead-on print, of course, but also the full, retroish shape. So voluptuous. I’m convinced that if I owned it, I’d just walk around all day feeling like the hottest creature alive. And it would already be mine, if not for the cost: $475, which is just not even fair.
And here’s your reasonably-priced option, because you know I wouldn’t leave you hanging like that.
So we are going to look at some big old summery platform sandals, because I’m feeling belligerent like that. This raffia and leather number from Clergerie is maybe a little bit too much, but it is very much my kind of too much.
The strap on this metallic cork version comes off slightly awkward here, but I’ll bet it looks amazing on.
I think later on in the season I’ll probably do a post on all of the appealing and unexpected takes on the espadrille that are currently in stores, but for now, there’s this.
I’m not typically a big fan of the slingback, but these are the cuteness.
A supremely walkable pair from J. Crew.
How totally did my sister in law Shirim nail it with the snake ring she gave me for my birthday Tuesday?
My new Blundstone boots are so coolest-girl-in-the-room, circa 1992.
There are many reasons I like to stay at The Standard when I’m in Miami: it’s nicely chill—located as it is away from the mad crowds of South Beach—it’s cool without being painfully so, and they have the best huevos rancheros at breakfast and a super-cute boutique. But best of all is the wonder that is the selection of beauty products on offer at their spa (which is pretty good too). Of course I swooned over the label of this Davines moisturizing cream, but the product is quite nice too: it goes on like a light oil and smells gloriously of nothing.
I flaked and left my everyday conditioner at home, and so found myself with no choice but to buy a nice big tub of Momo Conditioner, also from Davines, which has magical detangling abilities and makes my coarse, dry hair crazy soft.
My new favorite sunscreen: there’s waterproof and then there’s waterproof and this stuff is the real thing.
But I digress...
The relentlessly awful weather in NYC has played hell with my soul, so I made a (very last-minute) decision to get the hell out of Dodge and book it to Miami for a few days. Am in the Delta Lounge as I type and will be back to you for real tomorrow. Meanwhile, here’s a picture of the patio outside of my room. Pretty, no?
This young lady looks rather great, and for me it’s all about the interesting proportions created by that big old hulking scarf.
Just like this one from Emerson Fry that I’ve had my eye on for ages.