The List: Soho Trend Recon, Fisherman Sandals and the Rebranding of Summer.
But what are the girls *wearing*?
Fisherman sandals. In other parts of the country, they’re coming. If you live in New York, they’re already here. Infinitely practical for summers in the city, it’s easy to see why. If you’re pondering ‘em,
wrote a super thorough breakdown full of great recommendations.The Outnet’s summer sale is kind of outrageous. Like, up to 85% off outrageous. Like, Stuart Weitzman heels for a hundred bucks outrageous.
In what I would qualify as *very important news*, Samantha Jones is (sort of) back. Never say never, I guess.
has the full rundown.There was a line to get into the Soho Chanel store this past Thursday afternoon at 1 pm, so I can see why brands are looking at alternative experiences to offer their best clients. (There were basically zero slingbacks to be had, either. So Vogue was right on the money calling that trend. I credit Morgan Stewart and Sofia Richie.)
Speaking of Soho, walking from my hair appointment to a solo lunch at La Mercerie, I trotted down Canal with this TikTok on my brain in the name of research. Sure enough, no pink Goyards in sight. The internet is crazy, y’all.
All the girls working at the new Soho Khaite store were sporting some version of the same (easy to emulate) uniform (see graphic above): a button-down tucked into a pair of belted jeans, worn with black loafers and black socks. Hair down, minimal makeup, while spooky haunted house sounds (ok not literally, but kind of) gently wafted over the Richard Serra-inspired, extremely-almost-uncomfortably visionary store. I loved it.
Meanwhile, the girls nearby at Toteme were all sporting some version of this fit. And! I learned I share a hair stylist with Toteme founder Elin Kling, as if I needed another reason to love Ryan at David Mallett. He gets me.
“Where Did All the Tween Fashion Go?” Teen Vogue asks. The answer is… kind of depressing. TL/DR, it’s an erasure of girlhood. I need
thoughts on this.The girlies are branding summer. I get it. Summer is optimistic! A good declarative statement, a statement of intention, whatever you want to call it… it helps you hone in on what you want the season ahead to be. From the New York Times:
The song of the summer will be by Ed Sheeran. The drink of the summer will be the Hugo Spritz. Feral Girl Summer is over and Married Girl Summer has arrived. Get out your toenail clippers, because Barefoot-Boy Summer is on its way.
Summer is coming, and with it the yearly onslaught of attempts to label a season that has not yet happened. Media outlets one-up one another’s outrageous guesses, and influencers compose mood boards for their followers to emulate. Themes pile up on social media, where almost no activity is safe from being named a seasonal microtrend. Just lounging outdoors in a lightweight dress? Welcome to your Amy March Girl Summer.
Many of these declarations are not meant to be taken seriously, and plenty will not succeed (see: Hot Vax Summer and, less consequentially, The New York Times’s endorsement of the Dirty Shirley). But all arise from a desire to identify some distinct flavor of each summer that can be captured and stored like strawberry preserves.
For all of the lucky people having a European Summer, I’m envious — since we’re relocating from Atlanta to New York City, I’ll be having a cardboard box summer.
What are we doing with our nails right now? Well, nothing. Bare nails are trending — which I suppose was the inevitable pendulum swing after a few years of trending high-maintenance manicures. Looks like we’re all collectively fatigued from sitting in a salon for two hours twice a month. Ever the cultural excavator,
dug up this old article from Harper’s Bazaar to remind us of the last time this was a thing.The “Everything Shower” is the new “a lot of you have been asking about my skincare routine”. I really enjoyed
roundup of 24 people’s intimate rituals.On a personal note, if you haven’t moved in a while, an update: it still sucks. Even if you outsource every bit that you possibly can, there’s still a seemingly insurmountable amount of organizing, purging, and tedium to be on top of — especially since we’re relocating 900 miles away. Boxing up our life is a killjoy, but the circumstances are as good as they possibly can be. If you follow me on Instagram (@jessnellgraves) then you might have seen me documenting our feverish apartment hunt. After losing a place on the UWS that we loved, I was determined to hunt something down. I’m happy to report that (with the help of our broker, Taya) our mission was successful! We found a great apartment, and it’s even got private outdoor space for the dogs. We’re thrilled. Now, we just have to get there.