I like the subtle asymmetrical details in this room, the sphere and the cylinder, the hydrangea and tulips, the drawer versus the opening in the side tables, the trees above the headboard. It’s such a polished, elegant room, and these details bring unpredictability and play.
Behida Dolic is a self taught milliner with a charming shop and studio in downtown Hudson. Some pieces are classic –– like the 1950s inspired straw hat that I purchased –– and others are more whimsical. I very nearly walked out with Dolic’s take on the traditional Vietnamese conical hat, and there were some shallow crowned toppers in sorbet colours that were delightful. Have a look at her dresses, too; they’re as romantic and playful as the hats. She’ll ship anywhere, but a visit to the shop is a real treat if you’re ever Hudson Valley way.
I bought a sweet, white cotton dress at a charming little shop in Rhinebeck today that I see myself wearing a thousand times. It’s the kind of frock you can pop on with messy hair and flip flops, or dress up for a fancy summer fête. I love clothes that travel, versatile, and easy to throw in a duffel and go. This will be my summer go-to. That’s if I manage not to spill a glass of red wine in my lap.
It’s sweet, nostalgic, and reassuring to see our kids watching films that we watched as kids, (Three Men and a Baby) or noshing on cereals that we also loved (Lucky Charms). My daughter asked me what Koolaid was the other day, and today both my girls bought their first scrunchies. They looked pretty cute, the little one in her signature messy top knot, the older one in a low ponytail. I had dozens of them in my early teens, in satin, velvet and every coloured cotton. I even had a scrunchie to match my puff ball skirt. Paula Abdul, Demi Moore, Madonna, Julia Roberts et. al. were my idols. My neighbour, Jessica and her daughter, Phoebe were donning matching pink silk scrunchies last week, and looking cuter than cupcakes. I’m stealing the look. Let’s hope my kids are on board.
I love pleats. I love how they can be so tidy and tight, and how they spread like an accordion as you move. I have a pair of hot pink Miyake pants –– a gift from my Mum –– that I wear as often as possible. They make me happy. There is a matching top, in flaming orange that sends the whole look to Mumbai.
Certain colour combinations remind me of certain people. My Mum is rust and Klein blue. My neighbour, Alison is seafoam and dove grey. My friend, Zelmira is forever Schiaparelli pink and palm green. I think she wears lots of muted colours these days, nudes and greys and black, but in my head she is the colour of a watermelon. Look at this Rothko, it’s a great mix. And these Giambatista gowns.
I find this footage of Rita Hayworth mesmerizing. The shimmer. The glitter. The gold. It’s like the peeling back of an exquisite chocolate bar. I could watch it for hours. And what does a girl have to do to get those hairpin curls? Oh Hollywood, you’re just not the same.
My studio pals tell me it’s meant to drop down to 15 degrees tomorrow, (like October weather, right?) so here it is, the perfect outfit for cooler summer days. High waisted cotton pants are my go-to for May to October, and the silk blouse, leather sandals and straw hat tick every sartorial box I care about. Comfortable, chic, original.
Every now and then, I happen upon an item of clothing that’s just enough ridiculous to make me feel that I can make people laugh without being laughed at. Yesterday, my friend (and personal shopper) Bianca sent me this image, with the caption, “you’d look much sunnier than this. Zara. Thought of you.” So today, between pottery and pick-ups, I dashed over to every girl’s favourite high street brand, and snapped it up. It’s too fabulous for me to think too much about what I’ll wear it with, and whether the voluminous petals overwhelm my little frame. One can’t be too practical when it comes to dressing. After all, we’re here to have some fun.
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