Monday, March 30, 2009


To paraphrase Miss Dorothy Gale: "Aunt Dahlia, I've a feeling we're not in Columbia any more."

My conversation with Thomas went something like this:

LM: Sir, I'd love to photograph you for my research. You see, I'm trying to discern the fashion differences between Columbia, South Carolina and Nashville, Tennessee.

Thomas: That's fine by me. But I'm not from Nashville.

LM: Oh dear. Shows how much I know about cowboy boots. From where do you hail?

Thomas: Hughes, Arkansas.

LM: Do many other gentlemen in Arkansas dress as you?

Thomas: Only if they've got enough balls to. Excuse me, sir. I didn't mean to offend.

LM: Quite alright. (fumbling with my camera) Let's see...I've got you in focus, for the camera, if you will, just say... hmm...."bollocks"?

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Monte....(Almost) April Showers

Monte's iridescent rain jacket and matching plaid scarf remind me that a rainy day can bring a pleasant change of pace....and that practical clothing is often the most fashionable choice.

Friday, March 27, 2009


I blame Sir Frederick Ashton. Mother was a great fan of his first ballet, A Tragedy of Fashion. Sir F. insisted she send me to ballet class, to correct my pigeon-toed stance. Ever since, I've been fond of the colour combination you see here. Harriet recalls for me the pretty girls in their black leotards and pink tights. She's topped seasonless black with a brilliant bloom of Hollywood cerise--one way to make the best of these awkward weeks when winter's nip still lingers around the edges of spring's balmy afternoons.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Mary Kent....Finleaf

I instantly like a woman who includes a nautical striped sweater in her wardrobe. Classic, simple, and sporty all rolled into one. Mary Kent's comes from Paris: Arizda Bross. Her pants: Tory Burch. Quite enamored of the dash of patriotism in her red vintage shoes: Plato's Closet, Bower Parkway, by Columbiana Mall.

Monday, March 23, 2009


A while back, I met Bob at the cobbler's shop. We were both buying black shoe polish. Since then, we've become quite chummy. He's well-read, a collector of guns, guitars, cars, and (to my utter delight) a bit of an anglophile.

On this day, he wore a Ralph Lauren Polo suit and a pink striped shirt from Target. Or as two Southern sisters in my bridge club like to say—"Tar-jay."

If only I had gotten a better shot of his alligator shoes.

Friday, March 20, 2009

March Equinox...Springdale Hall

What more appropriate spot to welcome the first day of Spring than Springdale Hall in Camden, where coincidentally, my three dining companions were wearing green. Reid was almost as proud of his green socks as he was of the two comely friends he'd brought along for our luncheon. Ah, plus ├ža change.


My thesis on Columbia fashion wouldn't be complete without a photo of a pretty young woman sporting a Groucho's Deli t-shirt. Serving sandwiches since 1941.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Heather...Saluda Avenue

Winsome....that's the word that keeps coming to mind as I consider this utterly charming combination, from her perfectly imperfect red curls to the tips of her pointy toed shoes.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Monday, March 16, 2009

Reid...furbelows and knickers

Are knickers superior to long pants? Reid presented his case during lunch at The Gourmet Shop on a rainy Friday: “If a cab sloshes mud on a man's trousers, he’ll need a new pair of pants. But if he's wearing knickers, he only has to change his socks." By knickers, of course, he does not mean ladies' undergarments. He means breeches, or as I prefer, breeks.

With his breeks, he usually sports tasseled garter flashes. These, he insists, should be called furbelows. “So that your socks don’t fall fur below your knees,” he says grinning. And I groan. Reid claims he started wearing breeks as a matter of practicality in the 1970s, when he criss-crossed the U.S. lecturing on college campuses. But I happen to know that he donned climbing knickers to scale the Matterhorn when he was a boy of 20.

Jacket from Scotland, breeks from Switzerland, "furbelows" from Spain, walking cane from the Ural Mountains.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Alisa...Gervais Street

Though the original term is "tartan," I've always preferred your American "plaid." Perhaps that's because it rhymes with "mad." Always grand to see it in other than a woolen rendition....cheery walking shorts like these, for example...or my favorite, paper picnic plates....perfect for a little spring fevered madness, no?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Ivory...El Burrito

Ivory tells me she's become quite enamored of square dancing attire. Her dress hails from the Salvation Army in West Columbia. She found the red ruffled bloomers at Sid and Nancy.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Aly...Hunter Gatherer

Aly's flattering and flowing top comes from Paris. A gift from her twin sister.

Black peep toe pumps from Steve Madden.

I was even allowed a peek at the tag in her blue jeans. Still so flustered from the experience, I cannot for the life of me remember what the label said.

Friday, March 6, 2009


Fearless colour, unabashed femininity, and how do they say in Crawford....don't-mess-with-Texas boots? This saucy young woman designs and sews these clothes in her atelier on Devine Street. Ms. AnnaBelle also makes bow ties for men from the same fabrics. I believe that if I wear one, your response might be something like this: there goes a fun-loving, confident man. I think I shall introduce myself to him and ask him to join me for tea. Or an old-fashioned. To which I say: my tie and I would be delighted.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Peg...Saluda Avenue

What luck to happen upon the lovely Peg in Five Points, who was bundled up on this unseasonably chilly morning. Had you asked me what a Southern woman might be like, I have no idea how I would have answered. What did I have to go on? Scarlett O'Hara? Miss Jane Pittman? But now I believe Peg might be what I would have conjured up had I known what to conjure. She manages to look fresh and girlish, yet mature and appropriate; well-bred yet a tad unpredictable. Is this a Southern type? Or is Peg one of a kind? I suspect the answer is "both" but must see where my research takes me....

Monday, March 2, 2009


I quite like this new trend of cropped sweaters. Definitively playful.