The simpler joys in life are sometimes all we have to hold onto these days.
And any day is made better when your scarf matches your belt.
The simpler joys in life are sometimes all we have to hold onto these days.
And any day is made better when your scarf matches your belt.
“In my leisure time I appear rather… impractical. But I do think that I’ve made a practical woman out of myself. You can’t have worked the number of years I have, through hell or high water, without being basically practical” – Diana Vreeland
The sales clerk trying to sell me on this Marimekko apron was being utterly adorable. She saw me eyeing it and picking it up, then sauntered over and said what a beautiful piece it was. “You could wear it even as a part of an outfit, over some jeans or something,” she said.
“Or nothing at all!” I excitedly exclaimed. How little did she know me. “You know, for a party.”
“Oh I can totally see you just in that, with a glass of wine, just hanging out,” her associate chimed in. He seemed to have a better read on what I might wear and how.
And so, for those two Marimekko sales people, who brightened the rainy day that Suzie and I were battling on our recent trip to Manchester, I give you this look: nude but for an apron. I simply followed this sage advice from Ace of Base: don’t turn around.
The coloring of the apron is a bright and plucky homage to Diana Vreeland, who seemed to adore only certain super-saturated shades of scarlet, as evidenced by her red drawing room in New York if I remember correctly. Her vibrant exuberance very much inspired this fall’s strong color palette. We needed the lift.
“All my life I’ve pursued the perfect red. I can never get painters to mix it for me. It’s exactly as if I’d said, ‘I want rococo with a spot of Gothic in it and a bit of Buddhist temple’- they have no idea what I’m talking about. About the best red is to copy the color of a child’s cap in any Renaissance portrait.” ~ Diana Vreeland
I love a suit/dress combo, and when you add lavender to it, you got me for life. Here is Lil Was X marching into this year’s Video Music Awards ceremony and absolutely slaying everything and everyone in his path. Having aged out of MTV literally decades ago, I still check in at VMA time to see what the youth of the world is watching, and in this case I may stay for more of the show.
As for Lil Nas X, he’s been both a Dazzler of the Day here, and a naked album cover of the day here. No doubt there will be more to come…
Andy helms the morning ride to work when I need to be at the office, for which I am eternally grateful. After driving myself to work for several years and dealing with a car left out in the heat of summer or the snow and ice of winter, this sort of arrangement is something that I never take for granted. On this particular morning, I slid into the passenger seat and set my striped bag on the floor in front of me, which contained a yellow lunch bag, topped by a pink and persimmon coat, on which I tossed a purple mask. Taken together, they provided a cheerful pop of color that suddenly cheered the otherwise uneventful entry to the work day.
Color makes me happy, and this unexpected combination zapped the gray of an overcast day entirely away. It’s the little things that get us through a sleepy morning.
It’s the little things that get us through life.
It should come as no surprise that my favorite Spice Girl is Posh. More than that, the woman who brought Posh to life, Victoria Beckham, has long been an inspirational force in my world, and because of that she earns her first Dazzler of the Day honor. Over the years she’s been the butt of many jokes, and through it all she has held her head high, retaining her own sharp sense of humor (often underestimated) as well as a keen sense of fashion that has served her own line quite well. For some reason, it’s not her performances as Posh or her domination of the designer scene, or even her husband David and all his underwear poses, that has moved me most about Ms. Beckham – it came, oddly enough, in her appearance with the original band that brought her such glory in their reunion at the London Olympics. They arrived by Mini Cooper and each ended up riding around the arena alone, hair and dresses trailing in the wind. It reminded me of their original, indisputable sense of girl power, coupled with the years of hard-won experience, and watching them all ride solo but part of their own singular tribe touched me in a surprising way, all to the pulsing drama of ‘Spice Up Your Life’.
“My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you.” – Audre Lorde
As Pride month nears its closing days, I decided to get dolled up for one stroll around the backyard, just by myself. Pride need not be a crowded scene of thousands of people – a party of one is all you ever really needed. This year we slipped deeper into the habit of not celebrating things on a grand, public scale, and I feel more calm and tranquil because of it. Social media is all the outlet I require these days – and to be honest, these photos will likely be seen by more eyes than if I were to parade around Albany all day.
Thus we enter the last week of June, and the final days of Pride month. More than enough of an excuse to get decked out, I think. And more than reason to heed the words of the legendary Audre Lorde: “When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.”
I don’t know why I don’t wear this jacket more often. It cheers me up and makes me immensely happy. The colors alone fill me with joy. It’s a bit bulky in the suit closet, but who can be mad about taking up a little extra space when it’s for something so beautiful? Its frills and sumptuousness belie the very serious power beauty holds in this world. The right jacket is more than sartorial splendor: it is armor for the vanquishing of the scared and close-minded haters. The formidable floral fighter raises a fist of posies.
“Next time, ask: What’s the worst that will happen? Then push yourself a little further than you dare. Once you start to speak, people will yell at you. They will interrupt you, put you down and suggest it’s personal. And the world won’t end.
And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you. And you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party, because, as I think Emma Goldman said, “If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.” ~
If you were a Spice Girl, which Spice Girl would you be?
My answer is easy and obvious: Posh.
All the way. And not just because of David Beckham.
Marking her debut as Dazzler of the Day, Victoria Beckham earns the honor for her fashion line, and for staying somehow above the fray of celebrity downfalls and difficulties that too often plague former members of girl groups and boy bands. Ms. Beckham has turned her love for fashion into a viable career, punctuated by an elegant sense of timeless style married to a very modern angle. Sparse, severe, and chic to the east thread, Beckham surprised the fashion world with her consistent excellence. She hides behind that never-caught-smiling cool visage, but I sense a sly humor underneath it all. That in itself is a dazzling feat.
PS – David Beckham.
“It has made me better loving you… it has made me wiser, and easier, and brighter. I used to want a great many things before, and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically, I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation; I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am satisfied, because I can’t think of anything better. It’s just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight, and suddenly the lamp comes in. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life, and finding nothing to reward me for my pains; but now that I can read it properly I see that it’s a delightful story.” – Henry James, ‘The Portrait of a Lady’
When Andy was scheduled to have his second COVID vaccine on Easter Sunday, the family graciously moved our socially-distanced garage gathering to the next week, and then we moved it up a day to catch the most gorgeous April weather of yesterday, and avoid the rain of today. Being flexible worked – a lesson learned the rough way through most of 2020, when plans were pulled out from us at the last minute.
This marks the first garage get-together since last Thanksgiving, and for the occasion I switched out the hanging ladder of fall florals with this poppy-festooned circular mobile and some dangling paper flowers. Soon enough the weather will be fine for outside terrace dining, and our family dinners will commence.
This delayed Easter celebration was a delicious gathering of dishes and recipes that have sustained us through four decades of holiday dinners. I brought ambrosia, candied yams, and Key lime bars. There was sweet and sour fish, sliced ham, rice, mashed potatoes, green beans exotic, asado, spanakopita and starters of shrimp, deviled eggs, and mushroom knishes. It was a parade of holiday hits. The only thing missing was the jello salad. Aspects of spring threaded their way through it, and as we wandered through the desserts, everyone was happily full.
Desserts were the aforementioned Key lime bars, a homemade applesauce cake, and Gram’s old-fashioned profiteroles filled with ice cream. But better than any dining spread was the company, assembled again at our childhood home, as the sun spilled through the garage and the gardens slowly awakened from their winter slumber.
I didn’t get the blue memo, but I got the pastels.
Andy got the blue memo.
It’s been way too long since I’ve seen these cherubs – and in just a few weeks they seem to grow a few more inches. Soon we will be setting up a day visit as we did in late fall. Now that the weather is finer, we can resume more regular meet-ups.
Don’t forget that your family is gold.
Brilliantly resurrecting a track from her ‘Chromatica’ album, Lady Gaga is about to premiere a fashion film entitled ‘The Queendom’ which also goes heavy on the featured sponsorship/collaboration of Dom Pérignon. Sipping the bub is a signature move for the Lady, as is spectacular fashion, such as the dreamy cavalcade of gowns that appears here. There is no more inspiring crux for me than the one where fashion meets music.
It’s been a while since I’ve been so visually inspired, so while Madonna rides her horses and obsesses over her Instagram selfies, thank goodness we have Lady Gaga releasing new material and reminding us how potent the proper frock and backing track can be.
PS – You can love them both. It’s ok.
A number of years ago writer Brian Centrone asked me to contribute a couple of photos for a compilation on Erotica he was putting together, and of course I happily complied. Today he is crowned as Dazzler of the Day, in part due to the recent release of his latest work ‘Dress You Up’ – which is a collection of a dozen stories designed to illuminate how fashion informs and instructs who we are. Now that sounds like something I can understand and appreciate. You can order your copy at this link.
Dress You Up is an anthology like no other. The twelve diverse stories in this collection speak to the multiple ways in which fashion is more than just the clothes we wear. There will be no frivolous yarns about fashion here—those tales can be found in other closets. This Capsule Collection of Fashionable Fiction illustrates how the clothing and accessories we wear or covet often reflect past memories, present challenges, or future hopes and dreams. The stories focus on themes such as trauma and healing, perception and identity, love and loss, hopes and dreams. Ultimately, these stories help us understand how fashion can shape who we are or who we want to be. Edited by Brian Centrone (Salon Style: Fiction, Poetry & Art and Southern Gothic: New Tales of the South<) and illustrated by Stephen Tornero, Dress You Upwill dazzle and delight readers as much as it will touch and move them. {Purchase here.}
My FaceBook pal Sue made the brilliant suggestion that La Verne Ford Wimberly be named Dazzler of the Day, and I always honor brilliant suggestions. Wimberly more than deserves this little honor, thanks to her celebrated dedication to cheering up her fellow church-goers with a selfie each and every Sunday for the past year. When all of us have been stuck at home and unable to safely attend church services, Wimberly offered a glimpse back into the fabulous normality of donning your best Sunday clothes and sharing that with the world. Such a simple gesture, such a powerful effect, and such a dazzling collection of outfits!
Anything that started with someone’s job at the circus is going to be a good story, and if it involves underwear and swimwear at the end, so much the better. Such is the magnificent tale of Patrick Allen Wood, our Dazzler of the Day, who began his noble quest with a job at the circus, and ended up crafting something for everyone. Unable to find properly-fitting clothing, he took it upon himself to make his own, resulting in the skills and self-honed talents that eventually translated to his current work creating swimwear and underwear. And what wonderful work it is – fabrics and patterns and styles that are as timeless as they are cutting-edge, Wood crafts garments that are wearable works of art. Best of all, he models them himself – and the best designers are those who walk the runway in their own work. Check out his website here.
“The thought of designing a collection seemed frivolous when so many important and disturbing things were happening in our world. As this all dragged from spring into the summer and as I think we could all feel a global depression [both financial and psychological] worsening I thought about skipping the season altogether. After all when no one can go out of their house, who needs new clothes?
There was a light at the end of the tunnel. Or at least an imaginary light: the hope of a happier time to come. That is what this collection is for me: the hope of a happier time. Still a somewhat casual moment as it relates to fashion but a time in which we need clothes that make us smile. Clothes that make us feel good.” – Tom Ford
Feeling the first flush of spring in a slightly longer and sunnier day of late, I put in an order of Bonobos pants in shades bright and Easter-like. Emboldened by their pastel prettiness, I allowed a brief fantasy of the world as we once knew it, when I could wear three pairs of pants to work in less than a week and still have a day or two left for more.
On the inside waistband of the blue pair was the word ‘Wednesday‘ so this seems a fitting time to post this photo. Happy Hump Day!