Posts Tagged ‘My People’
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?
This is Girl of a Certain Age Shanna France: school psychologist, mother of two, and my sister in law. Less than two years ago, she decided to pick up running. Today, she finished her first New York City marathon in four hours and 45 minutes. I am stupidly, dorkily proud.
For a while I’ve been wanting to get an around-the-wrist tattoo, but haven’t quite been able to come up with the exactly right execution. Then the other day, Tribeca Mom says “You should get a Liberty print tattoo,” and I’m all like, “Oh My God, I totally should.”
And so I did.
My dear friend and former coworker Elise Loehnen—who lives in LA and works as the editor in chief of Beso—is a woman who is not afraid to let her sartorial freak flag fly. There were times when I would see her coming down the halls of Lucky in one of her crazy-bright shirtwaist vintage dresses, complemented by a big belt in a dramatically contrasting hue, then topped off with a doorknocker of a Navajo squash blossom necklace, and I would just have to crack up. It was totally loony but a delight to behold, and while none of it had anything to do with any trend of the moment, it all, I eventually came to realize, was brilliant. Elise understands the joy of color and print, and I would venture to say that she, more than any other one person, is responsible to passing that on to me. Her style has definitely morphed into something quieter and more grown up in recent years. But she can still bring the crazy.
Straight Leg Jeans from Big Star This is a heritage brand that’s due for a comeback: The denim is really high-quality, and the wash is unadulterated. I like straight jeans because they don’t make me look too hip-y (like skinny jeans, which are the bane of my existence), but they’re still cuffable.
Pointy-Toe Skimmers Cute and then more cute.
Timberline Ltd Pendleton Laptop Case I bought an 11” MacBook Air earlier this year that literally changed my life, particularly with the arrival of a baby (more on Max later). I was surprised to find that while everyone has jumped on the iPad case bandwagon, nobody is making them for my sweet little laptop. (Does anyone really even use their iPad?) I found this awesome lady on Etsy who custom-made a case for me for about $55: As Kim can attest, I’ve been on the Pendleton tip for about 20 years now, and while it’s surfed in and out on the trendscape, I will never, ever quit it. I love my case almost as much as my computer.
Liberty Print Nike ID Sneakers These might not count as cheap, but on the cost-per-wear spectrum, mine have been essentially free: I love a good pair of sneakers and while I’m a big enough person that they can look mannish and not so cute, these work. Even my judge-y husband thinks so. I wear mine to work out, and I wear them with black cuffed jeans.
Victoria’s Secret Chambray Shirt If I learned one thing from Kim and Andrea at Lucky, it was to never dismiss Victoria Secret clothing—there’s a lot there that doesn’t involve sequined sayings across the rear. This chambray shirt looks super soft, and I love that it doesn’t feature any weird fading. I’m still carrying many extra pounds from having that aforementioned baby, and so a button down and button down-plus-sweatshirt combos have been my go-to for getting through these chubbier days.
Necklaces, Layered — 1, 2, 3 Here’s a good triumvirate (everything is better in odd numbers): Even before I had a baby, I liked to keep all my shapes nice and tailored. I’m curvy, and so something with a collar, that fits well, always does me the most favors. Often, those things tend to be boyish (if not actually from the men’s department), and so I add my pin flair through a happy jumble of necklaces.
Riot Sweatshirt Am I too old for this sweatshirt? Am I too old to shop at this new Tomboy-themed site?
Vintage Enamel Taurus Charm + Vintage Enamel Travel Charms As I’ve traveled over the years, I’ve picked up loads of charms, specifically of the enamel variety. But there’s no reason you can’t jump the line and pick them up on eBay! This guy has a great selection, PLUS, he has enamel astronomy charms, a path I decided to take to commemorate Max’s arrival (in lieu of wearing his initials and all that jazz).
All Knit Caps How awesome are these hats? It would look super lame on me here in LA, but if I find any reason to visit the East Coast this winter, I’m all over them.
Sioux Barrettes Being from Montana, I can’t go home without stopping by a trading post or two—I’ve always been obsessed with seed beadwork. These are from the Sioux tribes—gorgeous right?
XS Men’s J.Crew Shirts I buy ALL of my button-downs from the men’s department at J. Crew now that they sell them in XS: They’re cut extra-narrow, but they’re nice and long, so I don’t expose myself when I bend over. I usually wear them under a sweatshirt, or with a chambray or cardigan on top.
Tribeca Mom and I had a date on Saturday—she was family-free for the weekend and itching for a walkabout, and I was happy to oblige. We enjoyed a little Mexican-Peruvian Brunch, and then it was off to Selima Optique on Broome Street. In a city full of chic alternatives to your usual mall brand opticians, Selima may be the chicest choice of all. They’ve got a surpassingly cool in-house line, a nice selection from other designers, and the kind of efficient and straight-up friendly service that keeps a person coming back. Which, as somebody with light sensitivity issues and a more-is-by-all-means-more outlook regarding the acquisition of new sunglasses, I do. Frequently.
To that point: what do you think of my new Ray Ban Clubmasters? I’ve wanted some forever, but the classic Clubmaster shape looks crazy on me. These are squarer, which somehow renders them softer and more flattering. Definitely less hipster than the original, but then again, so am I.
Here they are close up. Cuteness, no?
Tribeca Mom had a substantial American Express gift card burning a hole in her pocket, so we hit the Jerome Dreyfuss store on Broome Street—as excellent a spot as any for a splurge that’ll cost you nothing. Dreyfuss is Isabel Marant’s husband, and his bags work a similarly Frenchy-understated fashion insidery angle. I own one, a small grey leather number that makes any outfit I pair it with just a tiny bit cooler, and would die for another. But today was not about me. Tribeca Mom got this, and it is perfection: big enough to carry papers, but chic enough to bring along to dinner or a nice lunch, and made of the lightest leather. I can’t stop thinking about it.
I try not to get superstitious about too many things; it seems unnecessary to add an extra layer of stress in life by fearing year your world will come apart the moment a mirror crashes to the floor. But I do believe in the power of tailsmans, for they are like little self-fulfilling prophecies one walks around with: you put them on for strength, and in doing so, simply summon the strength you’ve had all along. For years, whenever I was facing something scary, I wore two hearts as a pendant. Each had been given to me by close friends. One was a gold locket, the other, a beautiful pink quartz Kazuko puffed heart. They reminded me always that, no matter how baroquely bad things got, and no matter how strong my impulse toward self-loathing became, there were people who loved me and who I loved back.
Of course I can’t put my finger on it right now. And I could use it at the moment, because somebody I love very much has had a bad turn, and right now we’re all a bit in the dark, waiting to see what the coming weeks and months will reveal. I have felt the desire to reach for something, but I own no other piece of jewelry that has the meaning those hearts did. So I’ve been looking for something new. These are all on the splurgy side, but when life pisses you off, there’s power in blowing a whole hunk of cash, too. This shell-shaped Om charm from Good Fortune is the loveliest Om charm pretty much ever.
The evil eye can mean some pretty heavy stuff—there are cultures where it is believed that one can cast cruel spells with it. But we happy Americans have just decided to make it a symbol of protection and good luck. I love the little diamond moment on this delicate one by Sydney Evan.
Figas originated in Europe, and were most commonly used to increase fertility. In some cultures, it’s said to ward off the effects of the evil eye. I just think it’s badass.
My friend Dolly is a vegan of the most uncompromising variety: she has Tofurky at Thanksgiving, eats cheese made out of cashews, and—in what is perhaps her most heroic sacrifice, for she is a very stylish person—foregoes not just fur (which you would expect) but leather too. This strikes me as both highly admirable, and— is it altogether too Cher Horowitz to admit?—thoroughly unimaginable. Faux leather almost always looks sadly and obviously faux, and the bags in particular are almost inevitably ruined by too much hardware, oversized zippers, ill-placed exterior pockets, or—not infrequently—some bummer combination of all three. Still, a few of you have requested sources in this category, so I keep an eye out for happy exceptions. And fortunately for us, Dolly has totally come through. This hobo is in an excellent shade of cobalt, and one could not ask for a more classic shape.
I love the Hermes-ish orange of this shoulder bag from Matt & Nat so much that I’ve decided not to mind the fact that it’s branded.
The satchel is usually a more lady-ish shape than I tend to go for, but they’re cool when they’re all big and roomy like this.