I told you, when finally returning to the blog after a challenging summer, pretty much everything felt in flux.
That included, and still includes, my wardrobe.
The body is, of course, or at least for now, is the foundation for clothes—and my body has been shifting in unknown ways to me these past months. I arrived back in New York needing “new”—not only new basics but also new, or at least tweaked, silhouettes. Once-favorite things look stupid (looking at you, oh stack of Issey Miyake), though thankfully some old friends remain true—Diane von Furstenberg wrap dresses are stalwart.
As I’ve been dipping into stores on the weekends, I’ve let myself explore cuts and looks different from before. Why not? That person and body pre-Paris feels dipped in sepia, and the person–body pre-Cuba feels positively alien. Here’s a moment to search patiently for the perfect pants, the perfect skirt (though that might have been hiding in my closet still, I realized this morning), the perfect (not heavy moto) leather jacket (though, so far, I’m keeping all the heavy motos).
Meet the off-the-shoulder Theory leather blouson-jacket from the new collection:
I touched this jacket as it hung on the rack, and I was a goner. Buttery, buttery soft. So light. Black, but not shiny new black. Cut for a waist. Did I say butter, butter, butter-li-cious soft?
And so comfortable on.
My fall is quickly filling up with all sorts of already-calendared and waiting-for-dates events. Concerts, dance, museum receptions, jazz clubs, apéros… and then there’s the French Noel and the post-holiday winter in Europe. Which is to say: I have an opening for a leather jacket I could wear day and night for the next six months—light enough to toss in a carry-on suitcase, able to sexify-down with a thin turtleneck under it. A “layering” leather jacket, rather than an undisputed topper.
So, I took it home.
By the way… I am so out of practice… Can this be the moment when I admit how silly I feel photographing what I wear? Expect awkwardness. But delight to share.
In the end, I’m not sure who was more excited about my taking the jacket—me (who gave a little hop and clap after swiping the card, a sure sign of sartorial love) or the sales team. The trio, plus others, gathered round, grins on all—as for some reason they presented me with the little ring-handle evening bag to “take on my date” with my beloved. Because I was sweet, they said, “the kindest customer.” What they couldn’t, couldn’t know is that I’ve been looking at those ring-handled bags for months now! I love that architectural touch. So I declared I just had to be French and give kisses—and kisses and bear-hugs followed.
I’m wondering what my Kentucky family would think if I showed up (plane tickets bought!) wearing this jacket? Mock-turtleneck underneath. And jeans.
I plan on wearing this until it gives out.
Any piece exciting you for autumn?