It occurs to me that rather than wrap up the, oh, seven or eight half-finished blog posts sitting in open windows on my computer at the moment, I ought to just simplify it all down to the things I'm loving/inspired by/excited about this week. Brevity is not my strong point, but here goes...
1. We start with: Above, the amazing Iris Apfel in what must be the Best Fur Muff Ever. (On a related note, it is so. hard! to find good vintage muffs on eBay/etsy, but I snagged a pretty reasonable one late last season and cannot wait until it stops being, oh, a balmy 60 degrees already so I can sport it about town.)
(In other related news: Psst... Bostonians! Iris Apfel's wardrobe retrospective is now at the Peabody Essex Museum. Go and drool on behalf of all of us who haven't seen it yet.)
2. I am thoroughly obsessed with the sparkly ingenuity of many of Phillip Lim's holiday pieces. (It's nice online, but I recommend you get up close to the awesomeness {locally, a big chunk of it is at Muleh}. Worth the trip, even if you can only adore from arm's length, because oh-my-goodness Mr. Lim, your prices are getting astronomical.)
3. Last week, a small crowd of very lucky Washingtonians saw an exclusive fashion presentation (her first in years!) by Isabel Toledo here at the Swiss Residence. It was awe-inspiring, and Isabel's thoroughly jaw-dropping designs were only eclipsed by the fact that, while waiting in the valet line, I did a double-take and realized that Vogue's Sally Singer was standing there waiting next to me. She is basically my Personal Fashion Writer Icon. (And yes, after I did a small giddy dance in my head, I introduced myself and we had a very nice chat, rather than risk a lifetime — or at least a few days — of kicking myself in the skinny pant-clad shins.)
That's Sally above in a recent rare glimpse of her colorful, slightly madcap Chelsea Hotel apartment that she shares with her husband, the writer Joseph O'Neill, and their sons.
4. I have been thoroughly remiss in only just now mentioning the new book Closet Confidential by Winona Dimeo-Ediger, aka Daddy Likey, aka funniest blogger ever and the person who taught me what a "chocha" was (um, mom, maybe don't click that...). It often boggles my mind the number of insanely creative and amazingly talented people hiding out all over the Internet, and Winona has delivered a lovely, funny, smart style book that I've been relishing since it fell into my hands a few weeks ago.
(A fun aside: Winona asked me to contribute a potential cover blurb quote thingy months and months ago, and imagine my surprise to get the book see it front and center on the back cover! My name in print! It never gets old.)
5. Oh why oh why don't I have a proper vintagey bike suitable for riding in this Sunday's first ever Washington, DC Tweed Ride? I've been feeling somewhat under the weather this week, but it would take a hefty bout of H1N1 to keep me (and my camera, and perhaps my ruffle-necked, floor length petticoated dress — oooh, and maybe even the muff?) away.
Photos (and more outfit inspiration) from this recap of a San Fran Tweed.
6. Oooooh. This was fun. Maybe I'll do it every week.
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