Robe from Golyester, Prada shoes
Brooks Brothers shirt, TOMS shoes
Helmut Lang jeans, Balenciaga boots
Ann Demeulemeester blazer, Dries Van Noten heels
At some point this summer, the Goth, Romantic French Lieutenant’s women in me was veering away from floor length, black, reverent looking dresses that express my passion for all things pious with a pre-1910 edge. Menswear has always been a true love of mine, but rather than the usual reference to dashing men in Ingres portraits with ascots and Eduardian waistcoats only, I found myself ultra drawn to the classic look of what Cary Grant would wear to bed. Somewhere between my shoot with stylist Sally Lyndley (whose closet is coming soon), in her Giles printed silk men’s PJs, and hanging with Scout Willis for one of our Russian bath dates, who was in a pair of men’s Punjai silk PJs, billowy and devout felt done and I couldn’t find a pair of these debonair jammies fast enough. With the addition of an ivory silk pair, that I found at Illisa’s Vintage Lingerie boutique, and a black and paisley luxurious robe, that I scooped up from the < $100 rack at Golyester a year ago, to my wardrobe, almost everything in my closet had a new life. I live for these moments of sartorial inspiration.