All in OUTFITS
Funny story about this bodysuit: I tried on this T by Alexander Wang bodysuit at Neiman Marcus during at shopping trip with my mom, and although I expected her to clutch her pearls and beseech me to cover myself up for the love of all things holy (although to be fair, my mom isn’t really like that, nor does she wear pearls), but she absolutely loved it, as did I.
The superlative title of this post isn't just me bragging - it's the apropos name of Boston dress rental shoppe Best Dressed, which graciously sent the Bostonista and I packing to Palm Beach with a suitcase full of frocks like this beautiful Eliza J. number, perfect for romping around The Breakers on a Sunday afternoon. I have to admit, I've never "done" dress-rental before, but I can already see how it'll allow me to make more adventurous formal wear choices without having to think too much about "practicality." (Ugh.)
It took the jaws of life, and this sleek, ever-so-slightly sassy and definitely screwy Equipment Blouse to pull me out of my pull-over rut and into something decidedly more polished. Together with my trusty jeans (still can't ditch those!) and my new pair of straight-from-New Orleans Krewe sunglasses in an icy shade of blue, this easy update breathed some new life into my wardrobe rut. There was a quick warm spell on the east coast last week, so a faux fur stole snagged at Forever21 in Georgetown, D.C. this month sufficed for outerwear, and is, hands-down, my favorite accessory ATM.
Arthur & Daughters' Private Label collection of perfect pinnafores and fierce frocks effortlessly lend themselves to both novices and master layerers alike, proving that there's not a single outfit in existence that a sweet neoprene number or a felted wool apron dress can't make even chicer.
Tucked away at the end of a covered walkway, in a beautiful piazza flanked by pink and baby blue spiral staircases, Calypso St. Barth feels like a destination as discreet and full of treasures as its namesake island.
This is my kind of top; it's got structure, and the silhouette is all about strong shoulders. It's the right length, too. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about crop tops when the mood strikes, but I hate that middle-ground -- too short to tuck in or wear as a crop but too long as to almost infringe on tunic territory. As if! Like Goldilocks' quest for perfection, this tank isn't too short; it isn't too long; it's just right.
In celebration of the still-glorious weather, I practically live in (hey, when I love, I love hard) this Joie sundress that I scored at Nordstrom.
It's still warm out now, but I'm already imagining pairing this with a blazer or layering it under chunky wool sweaters for a pop of color as the temperatures drop. Because that's another great thing about September; the wholehearted, well-meaning belief that cold weather is your fashion friend.
UK favorite FatFace is heading stateside this Fall, so I took my own look from the brand, a lightweight rain jacket, out for a spin in sometimes sunny, sometimes-pouring rain Florida.
Summer ain't over til it's over, and until then, there's a crazy-short haircuts to be had, crop-tops to wear out, and sun to soak up.
It was either my mom or someone from Gossip Girl who said something to the effect of "If you're wearing something low-cut up top, go for a longer hemline on bottom and vice versa." This dress does just that, by teasing glimpses of skin but keeping it classy with a full skirt that falls in the most perfect pleats like only Kamali's signature jersey knits can.
Always one to dress for the occasion (even if the occasion does result in accidentally defrosting my food) I've been wearing lots and lots of super breezy sundresses - the lighter and airier, the better.
Lobo Mau and its ferocious mascot are becoming something of a cult symbol in Haddad's native Philadelphia, and with fans as far away as Cali and Brazil, I anticipate that the wolf will reach icon status soon - glad I snapped this tee up while I could!
I'm much more at home in a dress than I am in jeans and a sweatshirt. But when a dress feels like - nay, is quite literally made out of - a sweatshirt like this black and white dress from indie label Lobo Mau, it's never coming off. (Sorry, fellows.)
Summertime strolling in the Boston Commons. For this casual afternoon look, I opted for chic sportif in a breezy Hawaiian print tank top, track pants that are kicked up a notch with a leather waistband, and a tropical baseball cap to keep the sun in check - and my hair in place.
I tend to wear yoga pants like, a lot. But I can safely say I'm equally at home in a silk dress, even if it's just for an impromptu stroll through the South End. Although I'm just real-estate gawking and stoop-sitting this weekend, I can't wait to take this dress out for a summer wedding, baby shower, or rooftop cocktail party.
Black hair, black dress, black leather pants - I'm clearly on a kick. Me, the same girl who thinks orange is the new neutral. And it all started with the pants.
When I wear black and white, I tend to go all the way, right down to the sandals. Here's what I wore for a casual stroll along Charles Street (and some pastry-stalking at Tatte bakery).
It's finally safe to be outdoors again without risking frost-bite, loss of limbs, or loss-of-car-in-the-snow. A word to the wise - stock up on sunglasses before you stock up on Vitamin D.
When it comes to cut-offs, I'm more into crop tops than daisy dukes. 6-pack or not (not), a beautifully structured high-waisted skirt and a crop top are the perfect pair.