It’s fashion weather outside, people, so figure one of the above three approximations, culled from Instagram, where the style flows like water in a desert that is experiencing a mirage that looks a lot like a theme park in Pennsylvania.
Wednesday: Assuming you have a healthy arsenal of white shirts, combine your favorite version with a sleeveless dress (fringe not mandatory though obviously recommended) that has been nagging the F out of you since September due to its relentless wanting to be removed from your closet and taken out to dance.
Seeing as it is The Year of The Mule (and I don’t mean drug!), approximating footwear should not be an issue. If it is, allow me to intervene and recommend one (or all!) of the following four pairs of slides.
Thursday: If you feel that your shins are not yet ready to be set on display for public consumption, will you compensate with your belly button? Pandora Sykes makes a really, really solid case for a striped shirt buttoned up (but not buttoned down), countered by a pair of mid-rise, disparately striped pants that reveal a reality about the state of your ankles (in that, you know, you have them) but still respect your wanting to conceal a set of appendages at large. I won’t go so far as to say your cow print shoes must have gilded cap toes, but your leopard print shoes certainly should be lined in ancient Egyptian coins.
Friday: Stab me in the foot if I can’t have those Louis Vuitton jeans but thanks to a personal relationship with Thursday’s outfit crusader, I can have a pair from an old English house called Hobbs. The pictured polo, according to Pernille Teisbaek‘s website, is from H&M so you can either run, speed walk or stay put to order online and rethink a DIY we rolled out last month to get the wheels of Friday’s parade in motion. Of course I’m going to tell you that one layer of denim is never enough, so if you have a pair of jean shoes, (the MR Crystal Ball told you so…) wear them!