New York Fashion Week came and went once again. My closest brush to its spotlight was long ago in the early 80s when I walked in one show. This year? I wasn’t invited to any shows, which were by and large panned by most fashion critics. But I did love seeing all the street style — some of it inspiring, some outlandish. All in all, I was feeling the need to step a bit out of my comfort zone. Perhaps forego my usual flats in favor of some heels. I’d also recently learned that my vision has actually improved, so I would need new prescription glasses. No better time than now to try out some pretty fashion-forward sunnies and see just how I felt about going bolder, bigger. The answer? I’m not sure they are really “me.” But I did get a kick out of trying out a new look, even for just one day.
A wee bit tired of black and white as your go-to look? Think about combining black and camel. For me, it’s a warmer palette that’s especially flattering to every skin tone. This bell-sleeved peplum sweater is one of my favorite purchases of the season, so that’s where I started. To balance out its fitted and flared silhouette, I paired it with black skinnies. These have patched pleather knees which gives them a bit more of a fashion edge. For accessories, I chose my beloved and oh-so-plush personalized cashmere scarf, a teeny (but it still holds your phone, keys, lipstick and credit card/cash) bucket bag (note to self: ring handles are “it”) and leopard print booties. And let’s not forget Bowie, the ultimate Black & Camel combo!
I was feeling free-spirited and optimistic when we shot this post a few weeks ago. Today I’m in a more somber mood. I’m going to look at my HRC button featured here as a talisman to get me through the next few months, then the four unchartered years to come. I had originally wanted to title this post “Fringe Benefits ” but knowing who we have coming into the White House I thought…maybe not. If you don’t subscribe to my political beliefs, you are certainly entitled to your views. I just hope you’ll embrace your victory with grace, not gloating. And that glass ceiling will be shattered. Of that, I’m sure.