Good morning, friends. It's Monday, post Oscars. If you follow me on Facebook (Lord help you), then you already know who the style standout was for me- it's alllll about Lupita and her gorgeous ice blue Prada, paired with the most gorgeous gold jewelry and headband. She's a dream. I do love how everyone is so excited she has "real" boobs, however. What boobs? She's got none but that's why the dress looked great. Anyone over a handful should not attempt such a look. Ever.
I watched "Dallas Buyers Club" this weekend and I am so THRILLED Matthew (my Matthew) and Jared Leto won. So incredibly well deserved- such brave performances that speak to boundary pushing and the power of friendship in the face of tremendous tragedy. I loved it- fabulous movie that captured the horror of the early AIDS epidemic in America. And then of course Cate Blanchett, gorgeous Cate, won for her role as that Ruth Madoff-like character in "Blue Jasmine". She was terrific, Woody Allen scandal or no Woody Allen scandal. But my whole weekend was not about Oscars. Friday night started out with amazing sushi at Sushi Dojo in the East Village- and damn if it didn't feel just like Tokyo up in there. So fabulous. The whole salted cod pretty profound, and the tofu was prepared in that real Japanese style I tried for the first time in Japan, and was hoping to replicate here. Mission accomplished. Oh, and lots of sake of course. Best buzz there is.
And then Saturday we went to run some errands in Manhattan (dog treats, a necklace that I broke after many years around my neck which the store where we got it a million years ago offered to fix for free), and since we were in Soho anyway, I bought a couple minutes by sending David into Jack Spade so I could admire the Isabel Marant store. Mon Dieu.
With everyone wearing platform sneakers these days and Steve Madden knocking them off faster than we can wear them, it's hard not to turn one's nose up a bit at Isabel Marant anything. Yea, her clothes are insanely expensive. Sure, unless you are an off duty model, you probably don't look great in them. And true, they are EXPENSIVE. (Had to say that twice for good measure). But as I browsed through the racks, I found myself almost tearful (some of you girls will get that) at how amazing the pieces were- how perfect and cool and simple they were. There was the gold leather jacket. The studded suede moccasin boot must have (not to mention the hideously chic Birkenstock leather sandal that is about to become HUGE and is so wrong, it's right). The textured knit jacket that had shades of Chanel but not as fussy and way more like a chic version of your favorite hoodie. The perfect little ruffly cap sleeved LBD that I would wear, I don't know, EVERYWHERE. That one shouldered dress that is hard to imagine wearing in this frigid cold, but so very perfect for warm days and nights. It's easy to forget Isabel in a land where Cos (coming soon), Zara, and H&M knock off her pieces for plebeians like myself to enjoy. But as we all know, ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby. Her stuff is just that good. It's so easy to comfort ourselves in accessible fashion which is a wonderful thing, but when you go into Isabel's store, that feeling you get from such beautiful pieces is exciting. Don't even get me started on the Saint Laurent store down the street. OMG. The kitten heeled, studded black pump. Love. I want them to wear with that Isabel sweatshirt and a full skirt. Done. Finis.
Anyway, I'm just saying my closet and wallet may be on the down low these days, but my taste and desire is at an all time high for gorgeous and good clothes. Isabel may be famous for her platform sneakers, but she's oh so much more than that. Cause that's what's up this cool Parisian Lundi in le New York City. Boho can still be so very chic. Yours, in broken French. Je vous aime beaucoup. XO