“Boyish-type girls” like the iconic Jean Seberg are the ones who Stacy resembles and is drawn to, looking so simultaneously carefree and smart that it seems as though they spend no time on their hair or clothes. When she sees someone who looks uncomfortable in something that is supposed to be sexy, she gets uncomfortable for them and it doesn’t appear sexy or glamorous to her – AMEN. Stacy will take her “shapeless,” understated and easy on the eyes bubble dresses any day and she exudes an effortless confidence in them. She will never subscribe to a flip flop or an open-toe shoe, always deferring to black tights and the enduring flat like Edie Sedgwick, even in the sweltering heat of Phoenix, where she worked in advertising and was the only one in a vest and long sleeve shirt, channeling Mad Men.
Stacy describes getting scouted for this site in a uniform that’s her style though she did not choose it as an “odd” chapter in the mental chronicling of her life. In the words of the writer that she is, she says, “I thought about the [coincidence] just in terms of a narrative, and what I do when I dress each day, it too is a uniform… but for me it’s really mostly about function, like building something everyday.” Her work uniform, which she wears at her job at the magic-filled Boom Boom Room, is a mod, boxy, white satin dress that evokes a nurse from The Jetsons. In it, Stacy feels that serving cocktails is more about cinema and ambiance, like stepping onto a stage. “In terms of style, when I tried on that uniform, I knew that I was meant to work there for a while.”
She is currently writing a book about her experience at what is one of New York’s hottest clubs on top of The Standard Hotel, with its 360-degree view of Manhattan and curated cast of characters. That, and every day since she arrived in New York City two years ago, has comprised the best chapter of her life. Known to be a floater and a loner, having the freedom to move on is what propels Stacy forward. Whether it’s leaving her hometown of Portland to go to Tuscon – she drove her car spontaneously into the middle of the desert to get out of the rain – or purging her closet of excess clothing so that she could make peace with living in the confines of a NYC apartment.
What remains in Stacy’s wardrobe would give anyone a sigh of relief with its trendless function and class. Among her pieces are heritage brands that are simple, utilitarian and not loud, like her ex’s Converse and the exemplary pair of Levi’s, or a vintage cashmere plaid coat with a built-in scarf. There isn’t a bit of waste or glut to be found and lots of breathing room for reading her coveted short stories while beginning a new life as the author of her own novel. Always harkening back to something utilitarian while chic, the experience is key for Stacy, whether it’s the relationship she’s developed with owners of Out of the Closet, her favorite vintage store in Bridgehampton, or her fantasies of dressing for the airport in the ’60s, hatboxes in tow.