Posts Tagged ‘Zara’
Back when I worked in an office and was in the habit of wearing dresses every day, I found it maddening that I couldn’t locate more coats with dress-length hems. And just this week, when a reader requested a post on just exactly that, I found myself maddened all over again. Why is something so uniformly necessary so impossible to find? Why doesn’t every designer want to make a coat that’s nicely long and maybe just a little sweeping and dramatic? Why can’t there be more like this gloriously asymmetrical number from 10 Crosby?
This one’s got it right: clean and classic, with a touch of military styling.
The styling here drives me crazy—I know it’s very Fashion to have a skirt hem sticking a few inches out below a coat but my eye will never get used to it. Still the coat itself has got such a nice menswear-ish cut. And the color’s unbeatable.
No season is a more swift and efficient style killer than winter, and no one article of clothing is more responsible for that annual death of chic than the down jacket. They are as inherently unattractive as they are unilaterally necessary, and they make us all look a little bit like each other as we lumber down the sidewalk, all puffy and bundled. I have managed to dig a few up that I think are on the cuter side of things, though. They’e all thigh-length, because a girl’s got to stay warm. First up: this wooly on the outside, downy on the inside number with a hood and always- cute toggles.
I like the cocoon shape here, and the funnel neck looks like it’d be crazy cozy.
So very sportif in the navy, and nice and slim in proportion, with a black faux fur collar. I am forever a sucker for the blue and the black.
This one’s just like a really smart, big, well-proportioned hug.
A little bit on the shorter side, but I’m allowing it because it’s got leather sleeves, which is kind of to die.
My position regarding faux fur is that if you choose wear it, it’s best to dive right in and go really obviously faux. This swellegant little bundle doesn’t fool anyone even for a moment, but that’s part of its charm, don’t you think?
“Ugh, capes,” said a fashion photographer friend who happened to call while I was working on this post. “They’re such hell to shoot.” They’re not the most universally beloved of items to wear either, and in truth I can’t entirely explain my fixation on them except to say that I’ve always had one, and it remains unsatisfied. I’m not talking about the hippie-witchy styles, or the modish 60s-ish versions, or the nipped-in Mad Men-like Joan Holloway ones either. I’d in fact go so far as to venture that problem with most capes is that they get too retroish, to the point where the wearer can feel like she’s in costume. But I find this is rarely the case when they’re on the preppier side of things. Going more classic adds a necessary touch of polish, and keeps things very much in the here and now. The double breasted buttons and shawl collar on this lightweight version make it come off nicely spiffed.
The secret to what makes this duffle coat style work is all in the crop. A few more inches and you’d be swimming in excess fabric; as it is you’ve got something adorably swingy and chic.
Here’s the option that enters the room a moment or two before you do—a plus for some, not so much in others, fun on the right occasion in my book. Also, I’m a sucker for a black and red check, and the full-length sleeves are a nifty touch.
It happens just like clockwork: the temperature dips, the need to layer emerges, and I start dressing like a boy. This is not something that occurred out of the blue, or at all intentionally, but as the likely result of no longer working in an office, where my default uniform included things like skirts and dresses. Today’s ensemble is a good example: A striped tee, Current Elliott boyfriend jeans, an oversized cashmere cardigan, and Isabel Marant hidden-wedge sneakers. When I go out, I’ll throw on my Barbour Beadnell jacket. It’s the most comfortable and easygoing of outfits, and most would find it perfect for kicking around at the greenmarket, or the dog run, or any other activity that calls for a dressed down approach. But these are people who work in offices, and are not acquainted, as I have become, with the notion of dressing down as a way of life. It is a slippery, slippery slope.
At some point, one must intervene on one’s own behalf, and I believe that moment has come. One meaningful—and relatively simple—step toward looking a little less Landscape Designer’s Assistant and a little more me would be to simply swap out the Barbour jacket for something a bit more feminine, but with exactly as much throw-it-on-and-go appeal.
I would concur with the general opinion that quality-wise, Zara can be all over the map. But their outerwear is almost always strong, and this season the showing has been particularly impressive. This has a rather traditional car coat length and shape, but the bright, tweedy fabrication takes it somewhere delightful.
Back when I was fancy and had a magical thing called a clothing allowance, I bought a Balenciaga bracelet-sleeve cocoon coat based on one of their archival designs. I have loved it unreasonably, and and worn it, winter in, winter out, ever since. It’s gone threadbare from overuse, but I have refused to let go: there are only a few truly luxe pieces I’ve got from the old days, pieces like I’ll never splurge on again, and this is one of them. By the end of last March, however, it was looking so worse for wear that I felt a little like the wife of a fallen Wall Street tycoon during the Great Depression, on her way home from selling the family jewels to burn Louis XVI chairs in the fireplace for warmth. In the (very likely) case that it is, in fact, time to move on, this faux persian lamb coat with three-quarter sleeves could just do the trick.
Impossible with the white, yes. But desperately cute and on the less pricey side of things
A somewhat more structured option, and of course I love the asymmetry.
Apparently “coatigan” is a word being thrown around lately to describe a certain kind of sweater/coat hybrid, and I’m guessing this slouchy tweedy piece fits under that heading. I am love, love, loving the leather lapels and all-around casual slouchiness.
A slatey heathered grey that will go with everything, and a shape that looks both totally on-point and completely huggy.
Those of you who have come to know me a little no doubt understand why I couldn’t just pass this awesomely crazypants leopard print by without sharing it with you.
Those of you keeping track of these things might recall that some time ago, I did a post on all black clothes that came out on the expensive side. So I issued an IOU for a Cheap and Chic redo, and today, reader, the goods are delivered. First up: this flared coat is right out of the French ingenue playbook.
Oversize alligator satchels always strike me as very very dotty rich British girl.
Impossible but devastatingly true: this chocolatey-rich faux-shearling jacket rings in at $89.
Who cares if you’ve already got a few? Life requires a big huggy cardigan to suit every mood.
A trouser that’s on the skinny—but not asphyxiating—side.
The black face Timex has more style than watches ten times its price.
Dead solid classic.
These are a totally different beast than their bulkier counterparts, and perfect for the weather we’re having right exactly now in New York, when it’s chilly in the morning, too warm for a sweater by noon, and then brisk again once evening hits. Unlike more wintry bombers, these conform to your shape instead of their own, and are as drapey as your favorite slouchy top. And, even though the silhouette is quite tomboyish, in this fabrication they can’t help but come off quite feminine as well. Not long ago, a blue version of this very nearly perfect little number sold out on the Zara site too quickly for me to even share it with you guys; this one will no doubt go fast as well. Do not delay!
This washed silk version will run you more, but it’s made from the genuine article and drapes like a dream.
I feel certain I’ll catch flack for this one, but how can a houndstooth-into-leopard print be anything but unstoppable? Go ahead and have at me if you must. My skin’s feeling on the thicker side today.
Yes, it’s white, and, as such, likely an accident waiting to happen. But it’s also machine-washable!
Ms. Linett likely needs little in the way of introduction to you regulars: I have posted about our many and varied expeditions, as well as her excellent style blog, I Want to Be Her!—and her very clever book by the same name. Or maybe you recall that we started a magazine together, many lifetimes ago. Andrea has always had a great eye for both style and a good deal, and everything I know about when to splurge and when to save I learned from her. Here are a few of her cheap chic week picks.
Zara coat Every season I crave a classic coat with a teeny bit of an edge. This one is perfect because of the smaller shoulder and bigger collar. The fact that it’s double-breasted makes it look even cooler when worn unbuttoned. It reminds me of Balenciaga or Celine, and is the just the type of thing that makes beat-up jeans look chic.
Asos fuzzy cardigan I’m a sucker for anything fluffy — This looks serious when you’re dressed up and all sorts of fun when you’re not.
Tenthousandthings ring A big sculptural ring on a woman always makes her look like she knows what she’s doing. This one is super chunky and reads arty-expensive. Shhh…
Nasty Gal cork tote Anything cork reminds me of Martin Margiela, and this bag could easily pass. Cute in the summer, but even chicer with winter gear (like strappy sandals with a menswear coat).
Tripp pants These are fun and very Balmain-like. Unless you’re 15, they’re better when worn with something classic like a white button-down or a tee and structured blazer.
This may come as a surprise to those of you familiar with my oft-proclaimed affection for color and print (one that I’m well aware I pushed pretty far over the line last week) but the dirty truth is, black has been the dominant color in my wardrobe for going on 30 years. This has a lot to do with when and where I first developed my sense of style (in college during the 80s, emulating the hipster New York girls who listened to Siouxie Sioux and majored in Studio Art) but what back then came off edgy and cool now seems like the safest of all possible bets. Most of the time, I’m OK with this: black is so easy; it goes with everything—especially all the other black items in your closet—and it’s slenderizing. But if you’re not careful, black can start feeling quite same. Nothing can make you feel totally bored with your entire wardrobe faster.
It doesn’t have to be that way, however. Head to toe black is pretty easy for me to avoid these days, but on occasions that I do default into it, I take care to make sure there’s something interesting going on in the way of shape, or cut, or texture—or that the blacks are all mixing in interesting ways, which doesn’t sound like it really would be a thing, but is.
Case in point: the starburst-y stitching here is as standout as any print, but about a thousand times more versatile.
Pair that with the casual drape and leather trim of this cardigan, and you’ve got what could legitimately be characterized as a look.
Hear me out: as a tunic. With leggings and boots.
The side ruching on these curved pants gives them such a cool slouchy effect, and their elastic waist (you just pull them on, like leggings) makes them crazy comfy.
I actually really like the look of lots of gold or silver jewelry with all black, but this pitch-black ID bracelet is boss.
This coat is right out of the French fashion editor playbook: the lines are pared way, way down, but with details that count. Like the zipper that starts two-thirds of the way up, the quite subtle front pleats, and those ever-so-barely-there puffed shoulders, which might look prissypants on something less pared-down, but come off pretty great here.
I’ve got many bags of multiple shades—quite a few of which are from the days when I spent what I can now only characterize as idiotic sums of money on bags—but my day-in-day-out choice is something almost identical to this Clare Vivier messenger bag. It ‘s the greatest, lightest and most chameleon-like bag I’ve ever owned, just big enough to fit a laptop and the daily essentials without looking clunky. Seriously, if you were to look at the closet where I keep my purses, you’d never in a trillion years guess this was the one that, if the building was on fire, I’d lunge for on my way out. But there it is.
*This post skewed a little pricey, I know. Looks like IOU a Cheap Chic version of it some time in the coming weeks.
Like for actual shoe shoes. I own almost none. But they’re exactly what’s called for in the weeks that are almost upon us, when it’s too cool for sandals but not quite boot season either. The key is to avoid pairs that are too flat: there’s got to be something in the way of a heel—or, failing that, a thick-ish sole—or all but the tallest and willowiest among us run the risk of looking like we booked a one-way ticket to Stumpytown.
It would be almost impossible to stay in a bad mood with a pair of these shinypants loafers on.
And I love the subtle masculin/feminin vibe of this patent pair.
I almost never go for a loafer, but am attracted to the casual chic of these: they look like a pair of Vans cast in leather. Also, the thick rubber sole would add a nice little dose of height.
The shoe itself says grown up and together; the delightfully clunky sole says Doc Martens forever.