As a direct result of this morning’s post, which explains in eloquent detail precisely why the J. Crew catalogue has maintained an almost violent ability to remind Mattie of her shortcomings (she’s 5’2, she loves J. Crew, J. Crew loves capri pants, capri pants hate Mattie), and the unshakeable chic factor that reveals itself when considering Jenna Lyons, we thought there was no time like the present (tense pun wholly intended) to reflect on some of our favorite hits care of the pioneer in specs herself.
If you’d like to reflect on the length of the previous sentence, you can do that too, but I digress.
I started falling into the dangerous black hole of Google search immediately after the Mail Order post went live. I didn’t come out until an hour ago and only then to get some coconut water which turned into a strange closet perusal which was only really strange because for the first time in a long time, nothing seemed as interesting as my most basic denim. What is it about Jenna Lyons’ dexterity to combine a seemingly banal t-shirt with even more regular pants and make it look…one in a million? And why can’t I do it, damnit? Is it her height? I’m only like, three (fine, four) inches shorter. The way in which she stands, which infers a note of carelessness in spite of the complexity almost always evident on her outfits? I can act.
The woman has swag.
It might be in the details–the unequivocal pleats, and prints, and slight but calculated slouch in her pants. Or maybe it’s the disconnects–sequins and a fatigue print, her pink satin skirt paired with a denim jacket-as-blouse, or that taupe v-neck sweater which, duh! should only ever be paired with an entirely feathered ballgown skirt. By the time I was through clicking through photos, I could barely discern the difference between sequins and feathers anymore. What are either, after all, if not a paradoxical cushion to assuage the discomfort of tight-ish jeans?
There’s a strange, inimitable magic about the way Lyons dresses that never reads inaccessible. This even in spite of my relentless trying to get it right but never, ever actually succeeding. Is this why we constantly must to be reminded that it’s not about the clothes, it’s about the lifestyle? I don’t know. I’m just going to keep clicking.