I’m not sure if it’s the influence of The Sartorialist, the ever-changing fashion industry or living in proximity of a design school, but there is a return to more classic styles of dressing afoot. Horray!
Last week I posted about a woman I saw from my window. She emerged from her black Lexus convertible wearing a black shirtdress with rolled sleeves and epaulettes, black heels, black sunglasses, a wide black belt with silver buckle and carrying a black Kelly bag (or other structured look-alike.)
She literally stopped traffic. Which goes to show you how rare an occurrence it is to find someone so well-turned out.
Or so I thought.
Moments ago (I am writing this on Thursday) a very well-dressed young woman walked across the street to climb into her car which was parked outside of my window.
She wore:
A grey flannel pantsuit. Nicely cut and tailored.
An orange patterned scarf, beautifully tied at the throat. (Look for a vintage Hermes. Who else does that wonderful orange?)
Gloves (in dark brown or leaning towards orange.)
Orange pumps.
Tortoiseshell sunglasses. (Mrs. E. wears Persol’s and I covet them.)
Now, if only the gentlemen in the neighborhood would take that kind of care with appearances.
ahh…the ladies…they are what define the culture…
Ladies, make your comments heard. Tell your men that well dressed men turn you on…Nice shoes, clean, a suit… most men will do the rest.
iCG, from your lips to their ears… we’d see a sea change faster than you could say “Gangsta? What’s that mean again?”
sounds like something out of “Rear Window”