Sometimes the best looks already lurk in your own closet. While I love investing in new pieces, this time of year I like to experiment with old favourites. Call it fashion comfort food.
Here is a shot from a fashion spread I styled this summer. The plaid dress on my sister Sophie and the jacket on my dear Ramy are both H&M. But for his Ernest Sewn jeans and her Holt Renfrew hat, everything else is vintage.
These items tend to become markers of experiences and travel.
par example:
The shredded lining of the preparatory blazer are testament to my love of this staple. I picked it up at a charity shop in Gramercy Park when I was studying in New York City. It was the same price as a settee that I upholstered in houndstooth. It elevates everything I pair it with. No coincidence--or perhaps an embarrassment--that when ELLE and FASHION have photographed me I was wearing it.
The belt is vintage Escada. I picture some fabulously eurotrashy lady like Ivana Trump wearing it in the 80's with a power suit. Au contraire, here it susses-up casual tartan. I have such fond memories of a night spent dining atop the Centre Pompidou and frolicking down Rue du Faubourg St. Honoré at 3am gazing at the window displays of legendary designers. I wore this belt with a white bubble mini, black leather jacket and patent booties. Paris demands a cinched waistline.
On one of my mother's biannual trips to the City of Light, she bought me this saucy red snakeskin clutch at the market. It comes from Africa and the skin is so luxuriously scaly. Merci beaucoup, Mama.
I met one of my very best friend's when I was 11 years old in Sweden. We were there for a special international summer camp, each representing our respective nations--me from Canada and she from Brazil. We remained in contact (impressive considering the lack of email at the time) and have visited each other numerous times. I have fallen in love with Brazil. The beaches, the food, the family and a couple boys. Oh, and the shoes. Oh the shoes! There is a mod boutique called Arezzo in a leafy neighborhood where I found these forest green ankle strap heels. Muito chic.
This entry is apologetically long, but that's what happens when one strolls down fashion memory lane...
As I type this, my wrists are decked with bangles, bracelets and red Kabbalah strings acquired during a recent trip to Israel.
See what I mean?
1 comment:
Ahh, the ever wonderful little boy's prep school navy blazer! I love how it can finish off an outfit without effort.
I found my shrunken Brooks Brother's boys blazer (With a Thom Browne fit) on Ebay, and I love it too.
I really like the new site, and find that it inspires me to some degree - looking at men's sites can become boring after a while, and I find that extra touches and advice ladies give can be used by men in some circumstances.
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