Archive for February, 2014
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.
The closest approximation I could find is this—which is Isabel Marant and a wonder to behold and probably too pricey even for Princess Week.
This one’s a little more like it.
Three pieces that are graphic, a little bit tribal and totally up my alley. First up: this is a dress, but I want to wear it like it’s a tunic, with leggings and big boots.
Usually this silhouette is a too lady for me, but this dress keeps things interesting with a slightly wild print and amusingly chic fringe at the sleeves and hem.
An ikat heart attack.
- Of course we all needed this infographic of every best actress gown since 1929. (Time)
- This first-person account of what it was like to be one of the couples married onstage during the Mackelmore song at the Emmys is actually kind of sweet. (Jezebel)
- A very juicy list of the 25 shopping meccas in the world. (Refinery 29)
- Just one more thing to worry about during flu season. (Smithsonian)
- Quiz time! How well do you know your Mean Girls?
This boucle-style jacket is meant for spring, but I’d wear it right now with jeans and a dark long-sleeved tee for maximum pop effect.
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.
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.