chambray is the fabric that holds my closet together. it’s perhaps even more perfect than cotton itself. i remember the first time i wore it, i had no idea what i was doing and was extremely hesitant in the first place. fast forward two and a half years and i wear it multiple times in any given week! the denim shirts that we know today are quite different from the way cowboys used to style them and as you may notice, they come in a whole range of colors, styles, and patterns. this singular piece has the power to completely transform your wardrobe in an instant. given the proper wash and cut, it’s also the perfect neutral for any ensemble.
75 degrees and sunny with little to no humidity, that’s my idea of a perfect day. that may be too much to ask for someone who lives in new england but i can dream can’t i? this is just my kind of ensemble for a day spent strolling main street in northampton, poking into stores like essentials and pinch, grabbing lunch at sylvester’s or the green bean, and people watching from sip’s vantage point. it’s such a funky, little town where everyone can do what they want and wear what they want without feeling out of place. i’ll certainly miss days like these but can’t wait to come back for visits once i’ve graduated.
sometimes i think that being a teenager in the 1980s would have been fun, especially if my experience resembled a john hughes film. everyone was insanely well-dressed and had a lot of attitude, all of which was accompanied by a punky pop soundtrack–i’ll take it! the 80s seem to have a dramatic sensibility that other generations didn’t possess and i think it could have been fun to be a part of this. and do you know what i would have done to have a friend like duckie? despite the stalking via bicycle, of course.
Hughes, J. and Deutch, H. (1986). Pretty in Pink. USA: Paramount Pictures.
no one compiles a soundtrack or a wardrobe quite like woody allen. while studying in paris i used to put on the soundtrack from manhattan and wonder the city in search of some uninhabited cobblestone streets or a good bakery. there’s certainly a neurotic, psychoanalytic quirk to all of woody allen’s movies and his characters portray flawed intelligentsia with complete sincerity. i’ll never forgot when my dad first introduced me to sleeper and bananas. i was immediately drawn into allen’s world, which is one that i don’t mind living in for a while.
Joffe, C. and Allen, W. (1986). Manhattan. USA: Jack Rollins & Charles H. Joffe Productions.
admittedly, breakfast at tiffany’s is not my favorite audrey hepburn film, however, the ensembles are divine. epitomizing early ’60s fashion this portrayal of daily life mixes call girl elegance with the chic everyday. i love how dramatic everything really is. from holly’s night mask to the look she strutted into tiffany’s wearing, or even paul’s footwear choices, each piece makes its impact.
Shepherd, R. and Edwards, B. (1961). Breakfast at Tiffany’s. USA: Paramount Pictures.