Moncler, Mon Cher

While New York is focused on Spring 2009, I’m looking forward to the first snowfall. And the second.

Although I grew up on the beach, summers in Canada are notoriously short, and our thoughts turn to winter fairly quickly, come September.

This fall, I was helped along by the Gorsuch catalogue, purveyor of all things during- and après-ski chic.

As you might recall, I have a blatantly Alpine-inspired bag, but I don’t look to Gorsuch for its edelweiss embroidery on shoes, its loden jackets, or its Oleana sweaters (although I *do* have an Oleana blanket. Mine's the red-and-white check).

Rather, I focus on the Moncler outerwear, which is usually stylish and sleek.

I like Moncler because it’s sporty. I grew up skiing, not downhill, but racing cross-country (I competed in Nova Scotia’s provincials one year, while there in boarding school).

The Moncler jacket I’d wear is unfussy, sans hood or fur trim. It’s appropriate on a cross-country trail or while stomping off the snow on your way into Holts for some treats.

I’d shove a beret on my head, pull some Norwegian-knit mittens or some long leather gloves, and be ready for winter!