It’s that time of year: time to pack away the breezy silk tank tops and unfold the cozy wool sweaters in an effort to stave off the nascent chill in the air. And the first sweater I aired out was this one. I snapped it up last year because of its similarity to a certain Gucci style, and its colorful stripes still make me smile. Last weekend, my striped sweater and I took a trip to an apple orchard to pick some Jonagolds that will soon find themselves baked into a pie.
Some people like to spend their free time playing video games, Pinterest-planning their (imaginary) dream wedding, backpacking across countries or learning about wine. Me? I like to think about color. I collect different hues in my head: the blue-purple of jacaranda trees that almost seems to glow, the cheery yellow reflected off a canary’s wing, the radiant gradient of Flaming June‘s robe. Color is often the first thing I notice about an object, and I tend to catalogue the colors I see, one by one, in my mind palace until I’m left with an intangible, but no less pleasant filing drawer filled with folders marked ROYGBIV.
Jacket: old, similar here and here // Dress: old, similar here and here // Shoes: old, similar here // Earrings: really old, similar here // Lipstick: Sephora in Always Red// Bag: old, similar here // Sunglasses: Karen Walker
“A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.” – Coco Chanel.
Similarly, a woman who parts her hair differently is about to change her day. Now, don’t get me wrong—my signature side part isn’t going anywhere, but sometimes it’s good to mix things up a bit. A low chignon with loose, face-framing wisps made this outfit composed of lots of old favorites feel fresh and compelling again.
We laughed at James Corden tumbling down the stairs, we cried when Adele pledged her eternal devotion to Beyoncé and we collectively swooned as the cameras panned down to Blue Ivy dancing in the front row dressed in head-to-toe Gucci. Sure, the red carpet gowns were stunning, but Blue’s bubblegum pink tuxedo topped with a velvet hair bow and a much-talked about minaudière stole the whole dang show and sent me straight to my keyboard to try to recreate the look tout suite.
Bra-blem (noun) : 1. when your straps slip off your shoulders 2. when your too-tight band rides up 3. when your straps dig into your shoulders 4. when the cups don’t fit quite right; see also: ThirdLove