My spring feelings are strong these days on Pinterest.
It is a big day for RL Magazine: My Capri story is finally live (launched in conjunction with Black Label's Spring 2014 campaign), as is "Inside Summit Outside", a profile on the tech conference that bought a Utah mountain, written by my friend Caroline McCarthy and her colleague Maya Baratz. Also featured: ladies’ polo in Dubai and a love letter to Puerto Rico. Go read, get inspired, and shop shop shop!
Well. This morning’s eBay hunt was a successful one! Instead of eight-point bucks (shout-out to my Missouri folk), I bagged the above Ralph Lauren Collection shoes, one of which is a much-needed staple (the black sandal circa Spring mid-aughts, still perfectly on point) and the other a long coveted relic from Spring 2004. That season’s collection was one of my all-time favorites here at RL—it kicked off with sharp black-and-white looks and then segued into a riot of candy colors, all in sporty silhouettes—so to own a piece of it (in mint condition!) feels so special. I can’t wait to rock that green sandal with a skinny white jean and white tank this summer.
Bad stuff, bad days, bad moods happen, and I swear, a good shoe at a great price is sometimes the only medicine.
Last Thursday: so thrilled when Karlie Kloss stormed down the runway at Ralph Lauren's show looking like a second-generation Elise Elliot (or Annie Paradis or Brenda Cushman). What an incredible Fall 2014 Collection! What a moment. (And what a movie.)
"Summer in New York is when I really vibe with my closet. When it starts to get cold here, I don’t know what to do with myself, because I can’t wear what I love. I get in this funk of just jeans, t-shirt, sweaters, and whatever. And then I go home and have my full closet, and it’s like my soul gets revived."
Atlanta de Cadenet Taylor, Into the Gloss
I cannot settle on a color. Cyan will pop against my neutral wardrobe and will play well in summer, especially at the beach, but it doesn’t go with everything and might get tired. Black is super classic and I don’t already have a black day bag, but it is too heavy for late spring and summer. So, FrED fans, it’s time to vote. Which Soft Ricky gets the rose, cyan or black?
And when you run, pretend they are escaped convicts.
"What I loved about her was her total self-possession. The fact that she was totally contented being herself is a quality that, I postulated, could only come with having lived a full, unabashedly glorious life. To me, she was the perfect age—simultaneously armed with the knowledge and confidence of experience, but still in a transcendently sensual state of physical attractiveness."
Warren de Montague
"A Crime Against Humanity"
Mrs. Rake, Volume 1, 2013
Umm, did you know I’m on Pinterest? Above is my wish list board. Lately I wish for Ksubi denim, panama hats, Ralph Lauren’s Soft Ricky, and simple but intricate black dresses. Also note the Dolce & Gabbana crown: Can anyone make that happen?
One night this past September, we drove home late from a movie in Southampton and just as he pulled into the driveway, “The Downeaster ‘Alexa’” came on the radio, and he put the car in park and we listened all the way through and never said a word till the song was over and we were inside, and I am so happy that this year, 2013, I found the Billy to my Christie.
This past Sunday in Wainscott was cold and blustery, but I made it outside anyway for a two-hour hike up and down the beach. The surf was so high and rough; I’d never seen it like that, so close that I could touch it. Just goes to show you that the weather is never too awful for an adventure. (P.S. That’s my new Black Label coat; it’s the best. This similar style is on sale now.)
Stylewise, I stuck to a simple palette in South Beach.
Lots of silver and white with shots of citron yellow.
Lots of bikinis under lots of dresses.
This look is all Ralph Lauren above the waist and J.Crew below.
Sasha Luss wears Ralph Lauren Fall 2013 Collection for Vogue Russia.
Minus a few inches of hair, this is pretty close to my winter uniform.
"I never stopped her spending on clothes; I never even tried."
Thomas Kempner, about his wife Nan