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.
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?)
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.