Good morning, Monday. I'm back from our sweet little mini vacay and though I came back with a nasty sore throat, it was well worth it. I love being out East and enjoying the air, the super stiff martinis at the Maidstone Arms, and the (even more) kick back vibe of post season Montauk. It's wonderful.
I couldn't sleep last night so found myself watching a young and short haired Gwyneth Paltrow in "Sliding Doors", a movie I begrudgingly admit I enjoy. There's some duel personality weird shit happening in that film, but I found myself a huge fan of GP's shorn locks and spare 90s aesthetic. I'm loving the slip dress moment and the spare makeup. It's gorgeous. Goop or no Goop, Gwyneth epitomized beauty in that era. Inspiring.
So it's no coincidence I found myself in a full on 90s moment this morning, remembering those beautiful Jil Sander ads shot by Craig McDean in the 90s. Needless to say, I'm floored by how contemporary the mood is, how apt the clothes are, and how much I want to spend the rest of the week hunting down some vintage Jil and throwing out just about everything else I own. I love the turtleneck pants combo pushed up for business time but also incredibly pared down. You will never look the victim in any of these pieces. And that's a really good thing.
Oh and Linda with that short bob? Best.
And that fuzzy coat or that spare black suit? Fantastic.
Are there any more questions on how fabulous these clothes were? Negative.
As I come back to the office and wonder if the government is going to stay closed and whether or not Christiane LaGarde's stern warning on NPR to the US today could really come true (talk of catastrophic impacts on global monies and such), I need to dress to suit my mood. Complicated times call for simple clothes and wonderful haircuts. 90s Jil Sander- I salute you. Cause that's what's up this black and white and well dressed (and tressed) fashion moment of a Monday in the very post 90s 212- why am I yearning for Bill Clinton all of the sudden? Yours in fashion, XO