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I swore to myself I'd NEVER wear anything that could even possibly be mistaken for a baja ever again in my life. But then Spring & Clifton x Reformation (the leather-happy vintage revivalists) so so So-Cal-inspired mash-up happened. And also, I told myself I'd eat no sugar this January, and "no sugar" ended up being a half-eaten bag of Reese's peanut butter cups in my freezer. (THAT I BOUGHT FOR MY HUSBAND!!!) We all tell ourselves little lies, don't we?
The entire collection ranges from $85 - $300 (not bad, IMO). Get in on it at the Ludlow Street store (156 Ludlow) or at thereformation.com.
Usually I don't conduct too many dealings within Anthropologie. And by "dealings," I mean I don't usually wander in, try on a bunch of stuff, hem and haw and then leave. Usually that's because I find the price points to induce no small amount of pants-shitting (though I don't know why because Anthropolgie's prices are barely different than half the shit at Bloomingdale's and I don't get the howling fantods over their prices). The other reason is that sometimes Anthropologie feels a little too art teacher/ garden party/ lady in her late '30s to me. SO many cheery brights and not enough bitchy blacks. However, I wandered into the Chelsea Market Anthropologie tonight, and DUDES, there were some seriously cute pieces.
It's rare that I see a horse necklace I love as much as my Pade Vavre horse necklace, which I wear so much it might as well be a tattoo. But this Marion Vidal horse necklace is a close runner-up.
Speaking of Miu Miu, if you can't afford those Miu Miu glitter pumps everyone's creaming over, then perhaps you can afford these silver sparkly heels instead.
These bass-ackward Gaga heels aren't really me, but I'm totally shocked that they're Anthropologie! Anthro! You have a smoking-in-the-bathroom-between-classes side to you after all! I'm impressed!
If you don't have an AllSaints within driving distance (though I guess, to paraphrase the late, great most everything's driving distance if you have the time), I feel very very sorry for you. In fact, you should probably consider moving. I mean, that's reasonable, right? (No, no it's not.)
So, I first discovered the British high street retailer (not to be confused with All Saints the British GIRL GROUP) when I went to Scotland in 2006 and stared, slack-jawed into the windows at the ominous simplicity of the shop's name spelled out in somewhat imposing bulbs and the stark display of all black (not to be confused with the New Zealand rugby team!) drapey, slouchy dresses and leather jackets. It was like Topshop's moody big sister moved to town. And, thankfully, AllSaints DID move to town in May of 2010. As psyched as I was for Topshop to open (love Topshop but – and here’s where I sound old – it’s so loud and bright and full of young people that I feel like I woke up in a rave), AllSaints is to Topshop as PJ Harvey is to Britney Spears. The rugged, rough-hewn, industrial, vaguely Steampunk design of the shop – floor-to-ceiling vintage sewing machines, World War II-era aviation artifacts and ephemera -- is worth the trip alone. You feel like you’re shopping in a converted airplane hanger (instead of what used to be that hideous, harrowing Michael K). Even my husband, whose reaction to shopping for clothing is akin to placing a cat in a pillowcase, walked into the men’s section and instantly said “Woah. I think this is coolest store I’ve ever seen."
And, speaking of AllSaints’ men’s, I actually most love their men’s selection (though their women’s shoes are enough to make me cry happy tears), particularly their leather jackets. The snug, second-skin fit, super-soft feel and distressed-disheveled style is super modern (none of those bulky bomber jacket nonsense). The other great thing about All Saints’ mens’ jackets is that they’re stylish enough for a man, but tailored enough for a woman’s body. (Did you get that I was trying to make a deodorant joke? You did? Okay good.)
Anyway, I take back what I said earlier, about how if you don’t live near an AllSaints then I feel bad for you. f you don’t live in the UK or New York, it's okay. (Besides! That's just a rude thing to think or say). AllSaints stores are multiplying like rabbits. And, there's always the Internet, which, like New York, is always open 24 hours a day. Thank sweet baby Jehu.
Hi, everyone, as Nina Garcia would say. I'm back from my amazing, double-rainbow-caliber trip to Yosemite, and I promise not to post anymore dreary hiking gear (though I will say that my beet red Keen sandals, bought on Craigslist, were perfect and kind of awesome). If you want to see some snaps that capture SOME of the glory, as well as me in an Andrew W.K. bandana, click here. I now want to go to like every national park in existence. Acadia, anyone?
In the meantime, however, we have fall to contend with. Uh, almost. It's 95 degrees in New York. But soon, soon, it'll be crisp skirts-and-tights weather. And jacket weather. And this is the THE jacket I want to be wearing:
I'm glad we don't, but if we lived in a one-pant Communist nation where we were forced to wear just one pair, I'd happily go with these gorgeous grey pleated wool pants from Hessnatur, which is a German sustainable clothing brand. It's eco-chic, as I like to call apparel that's good for the environment and doesn't look like matted, mangled, gnarled dreads in the form of clothing.
These 100% wool grey trousers are just lovely, and that's thanks to Spanish designer Miguel Adrover, who partnered with Hessnatur, hence that gorgeous sheen, slight taper and smart volume. I love the idea of styling them with a darker charcoal top or just a fitted black shirt and a snug leather jacket, like these:
Usually I abide by a strict "no brown clothing" rule, but I'd consider breaking that ban for this gorgeous distressed brown leather jacket. Love the texture and the slightly '80s draping.
... Speaking of things that VAGUELY sound like "draping," let's play word association. Draping? Okay. DON DRAPER. Boom. Gratuitous Don Draper photo:
If I had a one-day pass to heaven, I'm pretty sure this Temperely London Ava grey studded leather jacket would greet me at the pearly gates. For truly, something this gorgeous must've been heaven-sent.
