Does it ever happen that you will have owned a garment or accessory for a number of years and then find that even though you’ve liked the thing for as long as you’ve had it, you also never thought you couldn’t live without until boom: it’s the only thing you want to wear?
This happened to me at the end of the summer with a pair of lace up sandals akin to these but handmade in a small shop in Southampton Village on Long Island at a store called il Sandalo. It’s like August reared its head and all of a sudden all shoes are useless lest they lace up my leg, and all feet are useless lest they fit inside these shoes. I wore them with vigor. Often with slip dresses but also with shorts and sometimes just bathing suits and this one time, with nothing else at all (I was streaking through the quad).
What’s happened since September 23rd officiated The End is that I’ve realized they look pretty great with early fall-centric clothes, which brings us to right now and here, where I am trying relentlessly to hold on to the last standing slice of exposed skin and plan to do so until my toes are purple.
Here is exhibit A — a pair of high waist blue jeans plus shearling and embroidered trim and a leopard print coat by Shrimps plus light blue fur collar to evince the spirit of a funky fall but not without first pledging allegiance to the season that came before it. In with your shoes, out with your shoes, right?
I don’t even know what that means.
Here we have a pair of culottes that could conceivably double as a mid-length skirt which is once again all the rage for raging shown in a utility green paired with a pink jacket because newsflash, humanity: black is the color of a dark soul and thus should not be reflected in the vivacious life you try to embody through your garments. All hail the return of color!
And finally, some bell bottoms. I don’t need glasses because my eyesight is pretty good but ever since we publicly proclaimed our (as in, Man Repeller’s) affinity for Lucy Chadwick, I just can’t imagine a reality where I am not wearing specs on my face. Also hard to imagine living on without: a red mock-neck sweater that once belonged to Paddington Bear. And tilt-a-whirl pants! This works because the sweater is so warm, my body will basically need the fresh air that my toes will command and just like that
Photographed by Krista Anna Lewis