Posts Tagged ‘madewell’
Good leather jackets don’t come cheap—so far from cheap, in fact, that I almost never feature them here. But a nice, throw-it-on-and-you’re done soft and slouchy one like this can turn just about anything you’re wearing into an outfit, and you can’t put a price tag on that.
You guys know I love a good lightweight bomber, and this one is so cute and unexpected with the embroidery.
A clean, cropped blazer, for when an outfit needs to read grown-up in a hurry.
Ye olde trusty Barbour Beadnell jacket, now and forever.
Something on the more polished side, to throw on with a dress.
A few weeks ago, I bought myself a beautiful new Jerome Dreyfuss cross-body bag. It was pricey, but I’d been obsessing over it for ages, and had finally managed to talk myself into believing I actually needed it, and that was all it took. What I managed to conveniently overlook is that Jerome Dreyfuss bags are really heavy, and after a while, this one actually started messing up my back. If I carry it on one shoulder it’s fine, but that’s kind of unwieldy, especially when walking the dog, which is a thrice-daily affair. Then this weekend, shlepping the dog and the bag around Nolita, I found the solution at Clare Vivier on Elizabeth Street. For those occasions when I don’t need to be carrying around much more than my wallet, phone, keys, and reading glasses, this classic suede pouch is very nearly perfect. It weighs next to nothing, and is big enough not to look wee, but small enough to keep you light on your feet. (That not-too-wee part is crucial: seriously mini bags don’t feel grown-up to me, especially if they’re in shapes you’re used to seeing at regular size, like hobos and satchels.) Here are a few other options, all with crossbody capabilities.
Super-simple, deathly cheap.
It’s not every day that you find a nice rich brown like this.
Just the right amount of exterior stitching and not a touch more.
This little guy comes in navy and tan too.
Black on one side, nude on the other: big fat crazy versatility all around.
And by essential I am speaking here of my essentials, based on a recent and highly scientific study of my closet. First up: something in a print that goes bang.
An ethnic top with graphic black stitching against a white background—so good with an otherwise straightforwardly classic outfit.
A just-so slouchy asymmetrical tee.
A striped tee—natch.
I own a slightly different version of this Helmut Lang top (mine’s several seasons old by now) and wear it so much it’s kind of gross.
I’ve got various iterations of the popover—to borrow J. Crew’s term—in both black and white: they’re my version of the classic button down. Some skew boho; others menswearish. All get worn endlessly.
A little something in the girly and flowy department.
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.
Today I bring you one of my favorite fashion images from the 90s, because I mentioned, did I not, that Princess Week would be about indulging my nostalgic side? Consider for a moment Linda and Christy and friends in their white button-down shirts: do they not look like a million bucks? I miss the original supermodels, with their abundant joy and vim, and do not accept the current procession of desiccated, sullen specimens slouching down the runways as their worthy successors.
But back to those white button-downs, which have been on my mind since I spied this perfectly classic version a few weeks back. The chicest women I know live in white shirts, and use them as a foundation around which they build outfits that get interesting in the details. You should think of them that way, too: as a perfect foil for your most standout pieces.
I’ve been wanting to pull the trigger on this pintuck-style top for ages now. Nili Lotan pieces are pricey, but I always end up wearing the hell out of them, so I might just do it.
My Princess Week dream ensemble: a tuxedo shirt, leather jeans, an armful of bracelets and a slightly smaller ass.
Just latch this satisfyingly sturdy double chain link bracelet on your wrist, and poof! You’re Coco Chanel.
Quite a lot of print, yes. But when you’re on crazy arctic lockdown and layers are the rule of the day, it’s nice to throw something a little unexpected in there between your sweater and big-ass parka.
When certain trends go away, they seem only just mildly unlikely to come back; others are more of a snowball’s-chance-in-hell proposition. If you’d asked me which category I thought cropped motorcycle boots fell into, I’d definitely have chosen the latter. And yet here is this: a somewhat more spiffed version of the clunkers that (I’m not ashamed to admit) I thought were the absolute bomb back around 1992. Then, as now, they are exactly equal parts batshit crazy and somehow oddly cute. Would you do it, ladies?
Last year around this time, I wrote a post about dressing for holiday parties in which I stated that the best approach regarding this type of event is to choose a really standout top and not worry so much about the rest. As a rule, nobody notices anything but what’s going on from the waist up at big parties—something I realized after attending a crowded and frenetic holiday function in a sweater dress whose sole interesting detail existed at the hem—and felt like the sartorial equivalent of the moment all the liquor runs out. So these days I adhere to what I like to call the Party in a Top philosophy. Everybody should own at least one party in a top, and you probably already do. But it never hurts to widen your array of options. I like this one because it looks like the soul of comfort, could just as easily be paired with jeans as dressy pants or a skirt, and—not least— has a sparkle component.
A black floral is always so damn sophisticated. And also just FYI: don’t let the sheerness scare you off: it’s just styled here with an especially immodest cami.
A party in a top doesn’t always have to make all that big of a statement: the sexy choker neckline here speaks volumes, quietly.
Just the kind of very easy, very feminine but not at all prissy top I live for.
I love backpacks because they are the ultimate in utility and not trying too hard, and I always think that women who can pull them off look impossibly cool in that I’ve got better things to do than think about It-bags kind of way. I use a quite inexpensive and way pared-down black one from Muji on days I’m going to be running around the city with my laptop, because it’s so much more comfortable than dragging it around in any bag, but I do occasionally dream of an upgrade. The trick, I think, is to stick to very classic shapes—backpacks that try for other, more esoteric or handbaggy contours miss the point—and keep your outfit on the simpler side, so as to avoid coming off too shleppy hippie chick, which—for me and possibly only just for me—is always the fear with a backpack. This one from Madewell has got as timeless a look as you could ask for, and the leather’s only going to get better with age.
Just the most simple utilitarian shape possible, but rather fabulous when executed in leather.
Filson bags are always great because they’ve got the unique ability to look all-American and outdoorsy or super-chic and sophisticated, depending on the context.