Speaking of lateness, once again Laura is very, very late to the party. I am probably the last shoe-obsessed, Project Runway-loving, handbag-enthusiast, dress-wearing girly girl in the world to start reading The Sartorialist. Shameful, I know. If only I had some of his pictures, this Cafe would really be a classy joint. But, naturally, that would be wrong, so click that link and take a gander. We’ll wait.
Ok. Let’s talk about today’s look, entitled “Cold Spring Layering, Manhattan.” I most emphatically would never wear this outfit. The only piece she’s wearing that I own are black tights. I might be allergic to metallic clothing. And that elastic would have no business clinging about my post-childbearing hips. But I love this madly, and here’s why. She thought about it.
For this woman, dressing is not just something to do in the morning between showering and standing in line at the coffee shop. It is a creative endeavor. It is an opportunity for personal expression. I guarantee you, she thought about the combination of textures and colors. She thought about the way the rivets on the bag echo the metallic skirt. Possibly, she thought about changing her shoes when she arrived at her destination. If she grabbed these things blindly while brushing her teeth and just threw them on, I would posit that she is a sartorial savant.
There seem to be a few kinds of looks that the Sartorialist features. There’s the look that is primarily a testament to the wearer’s good taste. Some of them seem to be mostly about attitude and effortlessness. Some evoke a mood. And, of course, because he is a great photographer, some of them are a little story in an image.
But I like the looks that seem to reflect the wearer’s personality and creativity, like today’s. And this one. And this one. And these. I find them inspiring, if not in the details, then in the spirit. I get dressed every morning. Why not make it an event?