Last September, I put on a white polo from Lands’ End, paired it with high waist de facto khakis by Dolce & Gabbana and called it a trend.
In hindsight, I looked like nothing more, nothing less than a West Coast gym teacher on her way to a gala. The polo didn’t fit quite the way I imagined it could and the pants were awful. Point blank. But that’s the thing about style, isn’t it? Sometimes you get it right and sometimes you get it wrong and if you don’t get it wrong every so often, you’re either not taking any chances or you’re Caroline de Maigret.
But I digress.
In the throes of a #throwbackThursday, I am climbing back (if that is figuratively possible) through the archives of Stella McCartney (and more prominently, her Spring/Summer 2011 collection), Rochas, Dries Van Noten and if you can call looking back one season “archival research” then I’m doing that with Rosie Assoulin too — and one common denominator keeps pointing its finger, while shouting “Marco,” at me.
Ostensibly, it is hoping for a “Polo” in return, which with the help of Rachel Comey, I am ready to retort.
See, I think I found the actual polo for which I’ve been looking. With it’s plunging neckline and sensible knit worth, it whispers fashion without also yelling irony. I see the oatmeal colored one working nicely with a white linen sarong or tonal shorts or a really huge white ball gown skirt (prom, anyone?), and the red one looking cool tucked into some high waist denim (again, prom, anyone?).
Here, you know what actually, let me complete the look for you:
In it to win it or eh? LMK.