Do you ever experience that thing where it gets so hot that your brain becomes so one-dimensional, it forgets how to organize an outfit because all it can think about is combatting sweat, which is just two letters short of sweater, which is a garment you definitely don’t need considering the climate? Me too. I tend to call it the summer blues, where the color du jour is melancholy and the spectacular outfits are as sparse as a flourishing well in the desert.
Until, like a camel bearing liquid gifts, Tommy Ton re-emerges with a slew of new images for Style.com from Men’s Fashion Week and beyond (couture is on the imminent horizon, people) to produce the “jooj” heard ’round the world. Or at least, my closet. Because nothing says summer is here, baby like a plunging neckline that doesn’t so much plunge as it does dip between two meager mosquito bites, complimented by layers of different length gold chains and pendants. Neither does an off the shoulder crop top that seems to require shoulder blades I do not maintain but that is neither here nor there.
The point is this: Stan Smith still reigns the Fashion Week pavement, calf-length skirts with naive white t-shirts have never looked so cool, Chinese take out boxes can moon light as couture and there is no party like the one you can throw on Catherine Baba’s head. Chin strap and all.
Oh! Also! Belts are so back.