Good morning, Thursday. My time at Posterous is winding down and I'm going to take my talents to Posthaven, whose founders were part of Posterous in the beginning and are going to be great hosts for my bloggeries. In the meantime, I'd like to have a little chat about why it's still so damn cold here.
Yea, I know there's nothing you can do about it, but it's to that part in the winter when that down coat becomes an albatross heavier than Coleridge's poem. I have gone on strike when it comes to said coat, actually. Yes it is a wonderfully designed coat (Andrew Marc) for the coldest of days, but damn if it doesn't weigh 300 pounds and schlepping that thing around has worked my last nerve.
In defiance of such chilly March weather, I've taken to layering light things over each other, because I simply can't bear the coat thing anymore. I just want to wear something like the above, from Rag and Bone, with bear legs and a light heart. I'm just too done with down. And the problem with wearing such big attire in New York is that everywhere you go inside it's boiling hot- from the latest chicy chic restaurant to a department store to the infernal pit of the subway. I'm so ready to shed that thing. And I already have, even if I'm a bit cold because of it.
Oh, and here's a still of Deneuve in 'The Umbrellas of Chermbourg". I know it rains in the Spring time and that's quel draggish but look how sweet and lovely she looks. Spring time is really a wonderful thing, even though it's a bit soggy, at least it's not quite so heavy.
And that's what's up this one eye on Spring kind of Thursday in too cold for March New York City. If you've got the sweet Lord on speed dial, put in the good word, would ya? I'm so bored with winter fashion. XO