I went to SoHo for a rare mid-day appointment and when I stepped out of the subway I was immediately hit with a fashion-shoot-worthy bluster of wind blowing my coat open and lifting my scarf around like something out of Avedon (see above). I felt oh-so-fashionable in a vintage houndstooth in-the-style-of-Chanel, big gold baubles, bigger sunglasses, my favorite pumps, and- per my resolution- a big, bright, silk, scarf. Only when I arrived at my appointment did I realize that TWO buttons had popped off my coat (one into my purse, file under: bizarre, fortuitous). My coat was LITERALLY telling me it was time to start wearing less, taking more off… in the meantime (until it rises above 40) what am I to do!? More scarves.
Am enamored with this look from Glamourai and fully realize that I am essentially one whole year late on this. Trend-cycling or something. Right? Regardless, isn’t her little fox simply divine? And, as you know, I like nothing more than showing my bra.