Good morning, Monday. It's very gloomy out but it's the kind of gloomy I enjoy from time to time- chilly, cozy, slow, somewhat narcotic. It's the kind of weather that makes you want to listen to the Velvets or James Blake all day and crawl back under the duvet. There's something delicious about that. But as I sit in my office facing the workweek, I'm not under a blanket at all. I did manage to watch a few shows from London this morning- and the Brits are doing some loveliness on the runways. I loved the sheerness and flow of the pieces at Erdem, Christopher Kane's sexy cut outs, and Temperley's gorgeous feminine print mixes (leopard and floral) made me smile.
But one of my favorite collections so far is by the veddy veddy British Paul Smith. I tend to respond to clothes that make me want to travel- and Smith's chic and relaxed suits and sexy button downs make me want to go back to Tokyo or somewhere like Morocco. I love the Casablanca feel of these pieces- as a big fan of menswear, I'd find ways to feminize and customize these pieces- think a pretty scarf or bag and some lovely sandals or a straw hat. I love clothes that are just right, and these pieces speak to me because they're easy to wear and suit most any situation. And as the clouds descend on Manhattan, my thoughts turn to a sort of wheels up moment, hand against the glass, wondering what I'll find at my next destination, all sponsored by Paul Smith's lovely Spring 2014 collection. Let's go to there.
Cause that's what's up this well suited Monday in the 212. XO