$362 – matchesfashion.com
$1995 – net-a-porter.com
$80 – zara.com
$80 – madewell.com
$1,730 – jades24.com
$95 – calypsostbarth.com
$745 – farfetch.com
$320 – barneys.com
$295 – oliverpeoples.com
During this season of gusty winds and unexpected rain showers, take a fashion cue from Nine d’Urso, the chic young daughter of Parisian style icon and author Ines de la Fressange, and invest in a wear-forever trench. Rain or shine, a trench works beautifully with everything from denim to dresses and instantly makes you feel pulled together.
French singer and Bob Dylan muse, Francoise Hardy.
American Francophile Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.
Style blogger, Ahn, of 9 to 5 Chic.
Emmanuelle Alt, Vogue Paris fashion director.
My absolute sartorial crush, fashion editor Giovanna Battaglia, wearing a gorgeous but wildly impractical green leather Valentino trench. She will definitely need the umbrella should April showers arise!
J Crew crew neck shirt, $75
Yves Saint Laurent military fashion, £1,250
Levi Strauss & Co zipper jeans, £89
J.Crew flat heel shoes, $188
Chanel mini bag
Tory Burch cuff jewelry, $195
Sydney Evan dangling jewelry, $4,740
Leopard umbrella, $18
Tom Ford lip makeup, $48
Image of Nine d’Urso in my collage via Parisian Chic, 2 via ghostinsnow.blogspot.com, image 3 via oprah.com, image 4 via 9to5chic.com, image 6 via fashette.wordpress.com, image 7 via iwanttobeabattaglia.com
“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
This weekend, while watching Alice in Wonderland with my daughter, I was reminded of what is perhaps my favorite fashion editorial of all time. World-renowned photographer Annie Leibovitz shot Natalia Vodianova as the inimitable Alice for the December 2003 issue of Vogue. Several of the world’s top designers dressed Vodianova in their Alice inspired creations for this spread. The icing on the (tea)cake was that each designer was photographed with her, posing as characters from the famous Lewis Carroll novel.
Vodianova wears Atelier Versace, with Donatella Versace.
All images from Vogue, December 2003.
Last weekend in an unassuming corner of Jacksonville, Florida, true sartorial serendipity occurred. While exploring a tucked away neighborhood, my sister Julia (who had recently been transferred to this sprawling city) and I wandered into a clothing consignment shop. Most of what we saw was unremarkable, but one glass case held the Holy Grail of accessories – a gorgeous, mint condition, vintage Hermes Kelly bag. The beautiful patina of the cognac leather drew us in, and upon closer inspection, we noticed it had been monogrammed in gold, though the initials had been rubbed out. Heart palpitations ensued. We knew there must be more. Pressing the shop girl for information, we found that the best pieces, held upstairs, were seen by appointment only. With five minutes until close and clearly no appointment, we kicked our powers of persuasion into high gear. I pled my case – that I was to return home to Chicago the next day and that we were educated lovers of design. She relented.
So many truly fabulous pieces. Racks of vintage Chanel jackets. A perfect Carolina Herrera cocktail dress. An 80’s era Lagerfeld nautical striped top. A true fashion fanatic’s dream. Nothing, however, could have prepared us for the shipment that had just arrived from a recently settled Palm Beach estate, untagged and still in plastic. For the next two hours, Julia and I tried on almost every piece in this collection. Breathtaking Galanos and Oscar de la Renta gowns, dozens of custom-made day dresses and cocktail dresses, Pringle and Ballantyne cashmere sweaters in a rainbow of colors befitting the nameless Palm Beach heiress.
Yesterday, the box arrived on my doorstep. Each painstakingly chosen piece was wrapped in tissue and tied neatly in a bow. Some will integrate easily and seamlessly into my wardrobe (the kelly green Ballantyne cashmere cardigan, the custom cream herringbone hacking jacket) and others will sit in the closet cue awaiting the perfect occasion (the wild Pucci-esque silk jersey cocktail dress, the black floor length Lloyd Klein gown with a blush-inducing high slit). All will bring me back to that perfect, serendipitous afternoon with my sister – and you cannot put a price tag on that. Well, you can. But I’m trying to block that part out.