My Money’s on Cardigans
Grandpa, you were right.
Call me crazy–crazy about cardigans–but I can’t seem to get my mind off of them.
Sure, I can blame Dries van Noten, whose stellar version of the masterfully embellished, embroidered, slightly oriental cardigan was arguably, and in spite of feathers, the best part of his fall collection — especially when considering that it’s been paired with pants and a skirt. Or maybe this is Saint Laurent’s fault, for using both Hanne Gaby Odiele and Marie Clare’s September cover girl, Zooey Deschannel to remind me that stars rule and polka dots drool but maybe, too, it’s something more than that.
I’d imagine J. Crew, Lands End and, I don’t know, Jos. A. Bank are effectively tickled by the inconspicuous Cardi-resurgence (which has appeared among other runways such as Rochas and Nina Ricci), but if I’m going to get really honest with myself, it seems pretty clear that I’m endorsing the return of these split sweater for no reason other than my own twisted, personal propensity toward old men.
I am talking, happy-80th-birthday-grandpa-now-can-I-please-borrow-your-belt?-How-about-we-grab-a-sip-of-tapioca-pudding old. Why has it taken me this long to finally affirm that this genre of older gentleman is the unsung hero of high fashion activity?
In celebration of the revelation, how about a dip through the magic that is e-commerce and a look into the bevy of premature Fall offerings that would look great with your made-for-Stanley, seeking-Seltzer sweater.
Up first: a selection of three cardigans from LaGarconne. The first is grey, oversized, unisex and by Comme des Garcons Play. Call it yours for $280. The second version is by Sacai and as a result features dual fabrics and a swing backside. And the last one, which is the longest and arguably more versatile, thin knit version is by Steven Alan.
But what are you going to wear inside the cardigan, right? Well, you can button that babe up and call it a v-neck but should your body prefer a shirt proper, I am also advocating for the return of the polo shirt. This one is Lands End. There’s really no other way to do it unless you’re in the market for baby alligators or horses.
Next up: either a pair of shredded, tweed shorts which call to mind reminiscences of your grandfather’s counterpart, the grandmother, but only until you remember they’re shredded at which point, you are being totally young, reckless, lovable and yourself, (this pictured pair is by Ellery), or three-tone, cropped leather pants that make you want to say, “hey baby. I parked motorcycle a mile from here, mind if I grab a slice of cheese from your fridge?” These are 3.1 Phillip Lim and part of a collection which may or may not go down as Best Collection Of All Time if you ask me.
Meanwhile, at Topshop, you are wholly allowed, nay, encouraged to still feel like and therefore dress like a girl should you please. What’s lovely about this particular dress is that it shares your midriff with the universe but practically begs that you conceal your shoulders with a cardigan. The other thing is that the print is probably modeled after wall paper that you may or may not be able to locate in Boca Raton.
Naturally, you’ll need sunglasses because, you know, since the sun don’t set on a bad ass your retinas will be screaming for protection. Condoms won’t do it this time. This pair is from Asos.
I know, I know, ear adornment is a legitimately important detail to consider as well but instead of pushing you in the direction of enormous earrings (which would have made sense considering Monday’s post on styling them), I’m putting a lobe forward for a cuff-with-character. Look at this guy! It’s practically a splash of Scott Campbell paint. (By Maria Black.)
And then there are the shoes. Though I’d have a hard time locating too many older men who enjoy the sporadic silver pump equipped with double, sexy ankle straps, you’re not actually an old man so indulge yourself! (From J. Crew.) Or, blow your load on a pair of black suede Isabel Marant booties which I reckon will not become the Carol of fall namely because they look like a combination of socks and Minnetonkas, hold the fringe. Strangely, I am intrigued. I get it if you’re not, though. (Isabel Marant ankle boots).
And finally, this season is all about toting your spirit animal! I hope you can detect the note of sarcasm in my tone but in case you can’t, just know it’s there. Really, though, why not use your belongings-container as an expression of who you are which, considering the fact that you read Man Repeller has to mean either Lizzie Fortunado’s flamingo, or Loewe’s panda. Hey! Have you seen them sliding?