Good evening, Tuesday. I'm a lazy baked potato so sorry for the silent treatment. I just can't be asked to think or do as I'm too busy not thinking and just doing for a change. Having a lovely few days to myself which is divine. Back to it next week.
So it's impossible to keep up with all the fashion weeks- all I know is the American shows were fine but not mindblowing, (but that Row show really stands out) the London shows were ok, the Italian shows were made even more fabulous by the very retro cool Gucci show (Frida rules), but those Paris shows- HOLY MERDE. So many good looks- from Chanel to Chloe to Saint Laurent and everything in between- so in love. Karl Lagerfeld's staging was once again amazing- to recreate the Paris streets in the Grand Palais with a vive la revolution kind of tip was just too good. And Spring is all about a new/old rebellion- from hippie dippie vibes at so many runways to Marc Jacobs military looks to hedonistic glam/punk/ disco looks at Saint Laurent, I couldn't help but get swept up in some of my favorite times in fashion history- 60s and 70s looks were everywhere and with the world the way it is, it's not hard to see why. I hope the times are changin', and happy to see the runways full of clothes for a new enlightenment, even if it feels derivative to some (not entirely modern), it's a real reaction to a time of turmoil and angst. PS- one of my favorite Chanel shows in many years. Karl killed it.
But with so many choices and so much to look at, the head spins and the mind reels. And if you are no longer a babe in the woods, you're kind of left scratching your highlights wondering what in the world you're going to wear in 2015 (it's probably not going to be Saint Laurent- gold lame and a plunging neckline is best left to the young). I find myself fixated on Phoebe Philo, not just because of her spectacular looks at Celine above (super modern and beyond amazing- that black coat and one shoulder situation were beyond), but because of her indomitable simplicity when it comes to dressing herself. With so many choices of what and how to wear and spun out street style gone wild, I worship at her sneaker clad feet.
At the end of her show this week, Phoebe came out in a simple boyfriend sweater, some cuffed wide leg trousers, and some sneakers. I found myself more smitten with that look than any others I saw on the runways these past few weeks, and upon further Google searches, I went way deep into a Phoebe rabbit hole. To me, she is the epitome of true style- for in a swirling sea of trends, she keeps it real and basic every time, and to me, that's the most revolutionary thing there is. And it's not about the Gap's new tagline of "Dress normal", it should really be rewritten as, albeit with better grammar, "Dress perfect", because that's what girlfriend does. Amidst so many party girl, 60s and 70s wild child looks, I feel like Phoebe perfectly captures where I am now- I've been through my wild child phase and now I just want to be cool and have a life and not be hungover by anything, fashion included.
And that's why I'm so charmed by Phoebe. Transcendent and simple and ageless and cool beyond cool. I couldn't ask for more. And when I find myself trying to pack for a trip or stressing over about what to wear to work or dinner or drinks, I'm simply going to ask myself what would Phoebe Philo do? Problem solved. Boom.
I would chat more but I'm currently searching online for the perfect pair of wide leg black pants- I've already got scads of sweaters to steal from David and enough sneakers to roll up anywhere in for the next few seasons. Cause that's what's up this perfect Tuesday in the Nuevo Yorko. Yours, in Phoebe fandom. XO