Monday, March 10, 2014
Monique Lhuillier (and indeed, I don't believe that Monique is this young lady's name). I had just the weekend prior admired this Lhuillier on the red carpet at the Oscars. And if you should like to wear such a dress but aren't ready for ownership, you might like to know that you can rent it here.
Friday, March 7, 2014
In this photo, I believe Heather may be looking at the same thing we other customers were enjoying at the moment--a ringside seat to a marriage proposal. My friend, photographer Molly Harrell, snapped a photo of the happy couple and posted it here.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
As I suppose Mr. Clyburn to be, I, too, am in our nation's capital about serious political matters, namely a piece of research I'm developing on lapel pins. They're quite the thing here, these little badges....and I wonder how the practice began. If you have any insight, do let me know.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Yesterday's record-breaking heat reminded me: one week ago, I had been trudging through the snow in our bipolar city and had grabbed a snapshot of this sign celebrating the new Guinness World Record for most bow ties tied at one time. And of course, given that my mind is as knotted up as a bow tie, I remembered that I had a few photos of that record-breaking day that I should post here.
As I wandered the Columbia convention center among the 800+ participants, there was no shortage of handsome chaps. Still, these gentlemen stood out, looking spectacular as they waited for the world record attempt.
And here...wonderfully Southern gingham shirts....on what I take to be son and father. I like to think they will delight relatives over Thanksgiving Dinner with tales of their contribution to bow tie history, for decades to come.
This smart woman, tie completed, looked the very picture of a world record holder. Well done!
Indeed, given the weather ups and downs we've endured since, it seems this event took place years ago. In fact, our city's held the record for less than two weeks.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Of course, it's easier to go with it when you have electricity and a charming bake shop within walking distance of your abode. I thought Southerners held up rather well in this unusual weather, sartorially speaking.
the local Lilly Pulitzer shoppe to best advantage.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Friday, January 31, 2014
This weather had me searching for boots...a search that caused me to happen across this photo. I took it several weeks ago at a lively party and had forgotten about it. Despite the "mood" lighting, I believe you can make out the woman's fabulous 60s outfit--piled high technicolour hair, matching boots, and a marvelous foil-ish dress with fake fur cuffs. The gentleman is no slouch either, with his ruffled shirt and velvet jacket. There appears to be a third head in the photo, which I took to be some sort of macabre accessory until I adjusted the exposure and realized we had a third chap, body and all, involved.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Here's a bit of a better look. I was particularly taken by the buttons' size, perhaps because I'd been in below freezing Boston for the last three days, struggling to button my coat while wearing mittens. I'd made a note to myself to get better gloves. Perhaps I just need larger buttons.recurring coincidence, this business of bumping into her, one which defies scientific explanation). Not only was she well-dressed for the weather, but she had just had her hair transformed into a do she said was inspired by That '70s Show, in a place called Drybar (not to be confused with Carrie Nation). I looked into having my hair dried there, but the polite staff gently suggested that wispy hair+a balding pate=little need for their services. (Can you tell I spent most of this trip with a group of MIT brainiacs? I was researching the history of the pocket protector, but that's a story for another day....)
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
ventured out for a nightcap and found this handsome, friendly chap sporting a nightcap of another sort. By the way, the gentleman was managing two looks at once--this flannel and suede ensemble above the table, fluffy sweatpants beneath--perhaps a trick he learned from a local news anchor?