I was reading the NYT today and saw Bill Cunningham’s photos of women wearing summer dresses with mufflers—to combat the workplace air conditioning.
While I like the look, this perpetually overheated fashionista (I credit this phenomenon to my Canadian tempera-ture-ment) couldn’t imagine donning neckwear on the street in summer, no matter how gauzy and cottony soft.
I’d carry a wrap in my bag and accessorize at the office; my street wraps usually include spinach and sprouts.
But in an ironic moment of taking fashion’s pulse, I did order three Indian-print long scarves from Anohki before leaving for vacation and expect to receive them tomorrow. Will I wear them this August? Maaaybe, while preening in front of a mirror chez moi, but I’ll probably save them for my cashmere cardis in early September.
And always on point, the lovely pve illustrated the same phenomenon. Love the slouchy posture, the sheath, the sandals, and the cropped hair.
I’ve been paying attention to short crops, as I have a salon visit on Wednesday and am seriously contemplating short layers. But that’s another post . . . And all this talk about wraps is making me hungry. Bon appetit!