Saturday, April 19, 2014

Utility Clothing....Heathwood Circle

Bless the young folk who invite an old fellow to join them for a festive pizza party on a rainy night.  I arrived in Mac and wellies to find others wearing an array of practical clothing.  The chap above must've thought he'd have to paint for his pizza.
These "painters pants" complete with logo attracted more than a few looks from other guests.
I was rather taken with these weather-defying boots--worn quite well by a six-foot blond-haired beauty. While she graciously modeled them for me, I asked where she'd found them.
"In my daughter's closet," she confessed. "She left them behind when she went off to college."

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Reid....A Flair for Living

It saddens me to write that earlier this week, I lost a good friend, the inimitable Reid Buckley. Indeed, it is a loss felt not just by me, for he was a dear friend to many, known for his generosity and joie de vivre.
His attire, in my view, went a long way toward expressing that zest for life.  For example, the man wore cropped pants (plus-twos, knickers, breeks) with a sort of wild abandon. He once tried to convince me that this was a practical choice, so that taxis would not splash mud up on his trousers and ruin his day. But I suspected he was wearing them simply because they were a tad odd and quite a bit more fun.
As I've read the tributes to him from others, I've been gratified to see that my friend's sartorial flair has been noted. One fellow over at National Review wrote

Reid was fun, and as charming a man as you could meet, brandishing joy, a thousand-watt smile, and . . . exotic duds — you learned not to be surprised when he would appear at NR’s offices in a cape, lederhosen, walking stick, and an alpine hat adorned by a big feather. As nephew Christopher Buckley put it, “Reid is . . . Reid.” 

Indeed, it is all true. 
Over the years, I photographed Reid's outfits so frequently that I created a category on my blog just for him. I will miss the man and his style, both of which so often caused a smile to stretch across my face.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Models....Runaway Runway

Looking forward to seeing these two models walk the Runaway Runway tonight at The Township. They'll be wearing nature-inspired designs by a precocious designer--and you can read more about that here.  Do hope I'll see you!

Friday, April 4, 2014

Chanin & Reid....Fashionable Florence

 
 When I say Florentine fashion, perhaps you think Gucci or Ferragamo. But a trip to Florence, Alabama, these days is also quite fashionable thanks to designers Natalie Chanin (above) and Billy Reid.
 
I was in this friendly Southern city this week, where I visited The Factory at Alabama Chanin (and had a magnificent lunch, I might add).
Then, I caught a ride to Court Street in downtown Florence....

.....to drop into the Billy Reid shop there.  It's wonderful to see how these two designer employ local people, have even planted and spun local cotton into socks,  all served up in beautiful spaces. 
Indeed, what a treat--topped off with a delightful surprise....
....for who should I bump into at Billy Reid? None other than my darling bud May!  She was in the area to visit friends who used to live Florence, South Carolina.  Perhaps it is a small world, after all.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Billy Reid-inspired....Actual Runway

Runaway Runway, the recycled fashion show, is on for this Saturday. Meanwhile, I found myself today on an actual runway awaiting a flight to an unlikely fashion mecca--Florence, Alabama.  I'll be immersing myself in the Southern locale that has given us both Mr. Billy Reid and Ms. Natalie Chanin.  Also waiting for the plane to the Muscle Shoals airport was this handsomely dressed young fellow, whose chief accessory was a hard hat. Turns out he's an architect, on his way to inspect a project.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Rehearsal....Runaway Runway

When I snuck into the rehearsal for Runaway Runway (the recycled fashion show), I was hoping to get a peek at the entries in this Saturday's competition.  Alas, I was the only one there wearing a garbage bag. The models were wearing their own clothes. I thought the young woman above looked particularly charming.
I was also taken by the array of footwear, with some models shuffling along in flip flops while others test drove some rather challenging shoes. The stunning platformed stilettos above (which I'm tempted to rename stilt-ettos) were attached to a young woman with height to match.....

....this pretty model who was, I'm quite sure, as tall as that ladder you see in the background.  For more information on Runaway Runway, including how you can get tickets, go here.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Joe & Louisa....Carolina Cup

A reader in Camden sent me this photo, taken at yesterday's Carolina Cup.  The pretty young lady in the yellow dress, it seems, is the same impressive young lady who sang the national anthem to start the day's races. She's just 11 years old, yet kept her cool while performing that difficult song before some 70,000 or so people.

In any other case, I'd suppose these two were speaking to one another, as is the modern practice.  But given her success, I wonder if she and her father are calling family with the news of her triumph....or perhaps, fielding calls from agents. 

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Spring or Winter?....The Vista

I gaze out my library window and wonder if the poor dogwood attempting to bloom is as perplexed by this weather as I am.  That thought brought me to this photo, of a woman who seems to have a sound approach to our daft weather, wearing a pretty floral dress with cozy tights and ankle boots.  Indeed, on this particular evening, I saw quite a few women pairing booties with dresses.  Only after I'd  arrived home and settled in did I realize that the particular young lady above is also this darling young woman

Meanwhile, I'm put in mind of that line of verse, "April is the cruellest month," which I always took to mean that April was a horrible, wanton tease.  March, I must say, is seeming despicable...rather like an investment scam....getting up one's hopes, then utterly leaving the eager believer out in the cold.  Were I not a gentleman, I might pull on some ankle boots and kick March in the shins.  There, I feel better just for saying it. 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Pattern + Pattern....701 Whaley

Delighted to spot these tights and this bag at an arts event....and wish I'd had the chance to meet the wearer.