Yes, I’m still wanting this museum-quality, vintage Halston jumpsuit, and yes, it’s still available. Apparently I’m not the only one holding back on blowing $2,100 for a cashmere catsuit.
Since everything popular is wrong, that may be the only justification I need to finally buy this…
I love that this Danskin knit boycut unitard vibes like a 1930s swimsuit. Perf for romping ’round the beach in…
I spent months hunting the perfect snake bracelet, and finally found it in this ouroboros bangle by Nadine Essra. The snake needed to be whittled down to Platonic purity, and biting its own tail, which is the ancient sign of ouroboros, symbolizing cyclicity, interpreted as a sign of infinity, roughly translating to ”my ending is my beginning” — an eternal truth I witness everyday.
To wit? I started my day in just a Marlies Dekkers thong, and here I am again…
It seems unlikely this bracelet is legit — sterling silver instead of gold? dated 1968 instead of ’69? — but I love the nuts-and-bolts edge of the supposedly first version of Aldo Cipullo’s Love bracelet, and its reminder that even something so simple and iconic went through many iterations before it was distilled into something you couldn’t imagine any other way…
A month or so ago I was sent Chrysmela catches to try with my diamond earrings. Handmade in Japan, available in rose- and yellow-gold and rhodium, the patented catches are designed to anchor your earrings to your lobes. I’ve been swimming in them everyday, and so far, so good.
The 30 seconds of Chanel N°5′s second ad featuring Brad Pitt is much longer than his hair, but just as unbecoming.
Coco made and marketed modern women, building a life and empire that blurred the lines of gender and class, and Chanel promotes smelling like a man’s monologue on being his happenstance, his “luck, fate, and fortune.”
That, or his unedited footage from The Tree of Life…
While walking through Paris for almost six hours straight, I saw amazing things: beauty beyond centuries, a passive acceptance that this beauty should continue to exist, and pink pigs fluttering across a clear sky as — for the first time — I wished for a mid-high heel I could stroll comfortably in.
Since getting back home, I’ve ordered a pair of Salvatore Ferragamo Vara pumps for my next walkabout. Designed by Ferragamo’s eldest daughter in 1978, the Vara pump‘s grosgrain bow and subtle logo is classic Jackie O, and people swear by their comfort. (No wonder, even after Mr. Ferragamo was a successful shoe maker for Hollywood, he studied anatomy at University of Southern California…)