Posts Tagged ‘get a move on summer’
Nothing says summer like a white-on-white embroidered blouse, fun and geometric and light as you please.
Memorial Day may be in six freaking days, but summer is still a little ways off, and I’m feeling like my wardrobe needs something in a nice, lightweight bomber jacket for the awkward, transitional temperature ebbs and flows we’ll be experiencing along the way. A bomber is cute and dressed down enough to wear on weekends, but the best ones are grown up enough to look nicely polished too. Plus, they’re the kind of piece that will be equally handy in a few months, when summer starts wending its way into fall. I love a crochet detail, and have been obsessing over this very grown-up option on my last few visits to Rag & Bone.
Grey looks awful on me, but this super-lightweight, gauzy piece is so damn well put- together that I’m tempted to break my unilateral embargo on the hue and give it a go.
I spend a great deal of my outdoor time from June until September with a dog on his leash in one hand, and an iced cappuccino in the other. And when I look at the big expanse of white on this excellent silk jacket, all I see is a big fat dry cleaning bill waiting to happen. But that’s just me, and this is such a very chic little item. Certainly others of you could pull it off?
You’re just going to have to indulge me on this one.
I love Zara when they out-French the hipster French labels and do it for under $100.
Here is the concern: that I have fallen in love with this Emerson Fry caftan less because of its potential to work for me than for how fantastic it appears here, on a girl so lean and—more to the point—long that she could very possibly pull off a quilt. Look carefully before answering, because this piece was put together rather smartly, with an eye toward a more slender silhouette; there’s a hidden adjustable waistband placed quite high—almost empire waist high, which can be so flattering. And while it’s certainly voluminous, there’s no excess of fabric either: just check out those short, clean sleeves. And yet: Jane Birkin at the peak of her powers, or dumpy hippie girl at Altamont?