Last night was the beginning of *my* fashion week, even though the CFDA calendar technically begins on the 11th. Rachel Comey kicked things off by making the streets her runway, a natural fit for her grounded sensibilities. Clothes for the thinking woman! The busy woman! The woman writing books and putting in 8k steps on her loafers! I zeroed in on a friendly-looking trench with punchy coral styling, an idea you could really do right this moment if you wanted. Post-show Il Buco Negronis were a nice touch.
From there, downtown to Printemps. If you haven’t seen it yet, it’s a retail sight to behold. Is it a department store? Yes! Also, a spa? A bar? A restaurant? Not no!
Phoebe Philo bags beckoned me from the shelves, reminding me of her new drop this morning (which, by the way, fed me — I got a coat!). I spoke on a fashion panel hosted by Substack and
and got some cackles in with , , , and . I wore an old Row gingham jacket, ivory jeans from RE/DONE, and black pumps by Scarosso. (P.S., code THELOVELIST for 20% off at Scarosso).This morning, I headed uptown for my appointments, which meant missing breakfast at Raf’s hosted by Westview Ventures, the company that rearranges brands like Goop, Jenni Kayne, and Violet Grey. I was very curious (nosy), but geography wouldn’t allow it.
I’m glad I dressed comfortably, because I ended up walking over 8,000 steps. I wore a past-season Tibi cashmere sweater, The Row’s white Gunty shorts, Marlo bag, and espresso men’s loafers, and lots of Sherman Field jewelry. Man, the weather is glorious in New York right now! My makeup lasted all day without melting off, a victory I attribute to a grippy base layer of Allies of Skin sunscreen.
First, I headed to Attersee, where I saw some new pieces and fell in love with a military-inspired cashmere car coat, cooing over all the pretty objects perched around the studio.
After that, to ONE/OF, where designer Patricia Voto took me through her collection, a series of whimsical frocks (truly, if ever there were frocks, these are they) fashioned from deadstock fabrics via LVMH and Raf Simons’ Calvin Klein days. Take a gander at that black number if you have an event coming up! (Even the model was excited to try it on.)
I ended my day at The Carlyle, where Montblanc was parading devastatingly beautiful male models around a suite in elegant gear with clever technical details, including, of course, a place to holster your Meisterstück. The heady fragrance of expensive leatherbound notebooks made me want to practice my penmanship. Fantastic gifts for men, I thought. (Or for myself.) Then, I made the grave error of going home.
In my defense, I had a call to go over the run-of-show for an event I’m hosting tomorrow, but that meant sitting. A body in motion stays in motion, but I stopped moving, and my body said “no more motion”. So I listened and opted out of my event tonight so that I can be a rested and pleasant host tomorrow.
P.S., If you would like to buy me a couple of coffees to get through the rest of this week and next, that’s what a monthly subscription costs. Onward!
I love this layout! And reading about the first 48 ofc.
that car coat. wow!