Posts Tagged ‘My People’
If you ask me—and yes I’m biased, but I’m a tough critic too, and also not just saying this because she did a very sweet little bit on me in her October editor’s letter (although that was quite lovely of her) —Tribeca Mom is taking quite well to the Editor in Chief business over at Redbook. It’s been fun to watch as she leaves her stamp on the magazine and it becomes sharper, smarter, and more elegant, but still as warm and accessible as ever. And when you talked, she listened, people: you wanted plus-size fashion integrated throughout the entire magazine and not confined to one dinky column, et voila! So it is!
Something I’ve always liked about Redbook is their commitment to cheap chic—nobody does under $50 style like they do, every month—and in this respect TM couldn’t be a better match for the job, as she loves nothing more than seeking out That Which Looks More Expensive Than It Is. Her most recent big score on that front: this super-sophisticated take on the leather moto jacket from Ann Taylor. “It makes me feel like I’m not in a corporate costume,” says TM, who dresses rather grown-up and lady for work because that’s how the power chicks at her company roll. At $348, it’s not exactly a bargain, but not bad for a leather jacket either, and it definitely passes the Looks More Expensive test: All the small details that fancy brands get right are right here— from the hardware to the crop to the perfect snap collar. And if TM is anything to go by, it looks twenty kinds of cute on.
I had a working girls’s lunch with Tribeca Mom and our our friend Danielle yesterday in midtown to celebrate Tribeca Mom’s new job—she’s now the editor of Redbook—and even though she always swore she’d never want to be in the top spot at a magazine (and believe me, there are a lot of reasons not to want to be) she is all in and glowing. Most women who make it to editor in chief start wearing head-to-toe designer the instant they hit the corner office—they become editrix-bots—and I was pleased to note that this was not at all the case with TM, who had on her usual brilliant mix of high/low: a black textured a-line skirt from Club Monaco; a printed top from H&M offshoot Cos; and classic pointy-toe Manolo Blahnik pumps. And then this rather fancy-looking lady bag, which at first I thought was Gucci.
But which turns out to be Ecco, and on sale right now on Zappos. That’s my girl.
Back when I was the editor of a shopping magazine, people used to get so hugely and unnecessarily stressed about buying me gifts—thinking (inaccurately) that there was nothing they could give me I hadn’t already seen or didn’t already have. So after a while I instituted a no gifts policy, and it stands to this day. For my 50th, however, a couple of friends disobeyed, and given the monumental nature of the milestone in question, I allowed it. Tribeca Mom, for instance, took me to Ted Muehling’s store and told me to pick out whatever pair of earrings I liked. Who could say no to this?
I tried on many and varied and excellent pairs, but eventually chose these. Not the most dramatic of the bunch, but they lit up my face the way sometimes earrings can, and that no makeup can approximate. And the shape is so classic I can imagine wearing them with pretty much everything I own. Of course I love them so much I am scared to wear them and risk one falling out, but I’m working on it.
Cire Trudon candles are fancy and French and seriously of the old school—Marie Antionette was a customer. And they are displayed in stores under bell jars, much like cheese. I always chalked that up to pretension more than anything, but my friend Stephen demonstrated their real purpose when we popped in to super-luxe apothecary Min New York while out on a shopping ramble last Sunday: you are to sniff the inside of the bell jar, and not the candle itself, to get the truest sense of its scent. Which is still on the pretentious side, but the candles are all so divine I’m willing to let it pass. Stephen shared one of his favorites, with which I am now fully obsessed: Solis Rex is meant to invoke the halls of Versailles, and is woodsy in the best, almost sharp kind of way, with the subtlest notes of citrus. I want and I want.
“Once you’ve dressed and before your leave the house, take a look in the mirror and take at least one thing off,” said Coco Chanel, famously. My friend Elise is the type of person who takes a look in the mirror and puts one thing on, almost always to pretty genius effect. She is an uber-accessorizer, and it works, because her baseline look most days is actually rather simple and preppy. This bright little beauty reminds me of something she’d throw on with one of her preppy little crew necks and jeans and look just unstoppably chic, even with the big old earrings and pile of bracelets she’d no doubt be bringing to the party as well.
My friend Andrea is the most stylish person I know, and when it gets cold like this, she puts on her Uggs and doesn’t care what anyone thinks (of course what everyone thinks is, “Look how cool Andrea can make even Uggs look.”) I am in no danger of making Uggs look cool, but am very seriously considering acquiring a pair anyway, because this cold is bringing out the wuss in me and my toesies are cold. In this brown, I find them almost acceptable. Thoughts?