Posts Tagged ‘Clothes’
Gilt’s Marni sale started today: this pretty little number is marked down from about a zillion dollars to a comparatively reasonable $544.
And over at Ssense, there is a monster of a sale going on. Lots of Christopher Kane’s glorious floral prints now seem almost within reach. Also there:
Tons of Marc Jacobs—particularly bags, which one doesn’t see on sale every day. And really just insanely so much more. Don’t not go to the Ssense sale.
And don’t pass up Forward! How great are these pre-styled-for-your- convenience stackable rings? Plus, plenty of (actually within the realm of the affordable) tees, tunics, and other slouchy necessities of summer.
Pants with prints have always scared me, but these seem like they could almost work, as the star pattern is very, very faint. And summer gives you permission to have at least a little bit of fun with a lighthearted trend or two. Still…nuts?
Racked has just posted its ranking of the 38 best indie stores in New York. And the lineup confirms what I’ve been suspecting: it’s time to get reacquainted with the G train—at least once or twice, in order to check out a few list-makers I’ve been hearing about for a while, like Raised by Wolves, Alter, and Dalaga. (In God we Trust has the Lafayette Street location, so I get partial credit there.)
A few shops they love that I love too:
- Fort Greene’s excellently edited, warm and neighborhoody Stuart & Wright.
- No.6: Land of clog boots and safely edgy apparel, where I always get ignored but continue to return.
- Castor & Pollux, one of the West Village’s few destinations for smaller, slightly riskier lines.
- The Williamsburg Bird, about which I have already rhapsodized.
- Dear Fieldbinder, a store so compelling I’ll brave Smith Street on a Saturday for it.
- Love, Adorned, Lori Leven’s brilliant and eclectic home goods/accessory/apparel emporium/tattoo parlor.
- Jumelle, another Williamsburger whose virtues I recently extolled.
Ones that have a little something extra going on. Just to keep things interesting.
If ever there were a spot on the style continuum where The Brady Bunch intersected with French gamine chic, it would be exactly here.
In addition to looking insanely comfortable, this split V top frames the collarbone just perfectly.
Madewell uses a kind of magical linen weave for some of their tees that creates a perfect worn-it-a-thousand-times broken-in look. I love the cool purplish-black print of this one and the fact that it’s ever-so-slightly sheer— which is a nice counterbalance to the tomboyish cut.
Enza Costa tees are all on the pricier side, but they are among the lightest and softest I’ve ever seen (just don’t ever let them see the inside of a washer or dryer and you won’t be disappointed.) Plus, who doesn’t love a top that provides butt coverage, all in the name of being asymmetrical and of-the-moment?
Were it not for the fact that my wardrobe has recently reached Rag & Bone critical mass, I would have made this this breezy number—with its sexy, sheer side panels—mine weeks ago.
Well, not precisely nowhere. It started Sunday, when I was shopping with a friend and saw this belt at Madewell. It’s cool in a way that’s equal parts preppy and tough—which is pretty much when the whole anchor thing is at its best, I think. The belt stuck in my head all week and inspired a search for other, similarly appealing, items.
How delightfully sportif is this A.P.C. canvas bag?
You could take this tank top in a kind of punk rock direction with jeans and a skinny leather jacket, or wear it with khakis and wedges and look totally hipster-Nantucket.
This skulls-and-anchors print by graphic artist Vicki Jones amuses me.
The rough-hewn, Ye Olde look of this pendant from In God We Trust feels worlds away from the yacht club, don’t you think?
Generally speaking, I am not a fan of the maxi. They do almost no one’s body any favors, bunching unattractively from behind and only camouflaging your stomach until a stiff wind blows—at which point even the most spin class-addicted among us runs the risk of coming off a bit Second Trimester. Think about all of the pictures in Us of movie stars in them. Even they look a little frump. And yet I get the instinct: they are the soul of comfort. You throw one on, you’re out the door.
Call me crazy, but I actually think this Mexican print Rodebejer dress—which I found after Beso blogger Albertina Rizzo raved about the San Francisco boutique that carries it, Acrimony—could actually work. You’d need to belt it, definitely. But it’s made of a lightweight viscose, which falls a lot more gracefully than the stretchy cotton jersey too many maxis are made of. And the print is definitely not something you’re going to see yourself coming and going in.