Category: Style

it always starts with the hat


Awhile ago, Tziporah Salamon told me that “it always starts with the hat.” I’m not sure she meant always always or most of the time always, but I took it to heart. Tziporah said, that when she got dressed, it was the hat that she chose first, then she built the rest of her look. I took it to mean: start with something. You have to admit, that as a style strategy, that’s brilliant. 

Even the most indecisive of us can usually pick one thing from the closet to inspire us.

There’s something philosophically clean and minimalist about this approach to dressing, and indeed, life in general. Instead of trying to conjure up some ideal kind of “put together” look, why not take one beautiful thing you love, and let it tell you what it wants to be with? The result will be more organic.



three elements of style


People tell me I have “great style.” It’s humbling, but I’ve come to own it—and in as much as it’s true, I want to share what I’ve learned.


1. A woman with great style has a sense of self.


I was going to say has self-esteem, but I don’t think that’s quite it. Self-esteem is great but it won’t necessarily help you pick out an article of clothing that will flatter you, let alone make you happy. A sense of self is self-knowledge, including the ability to recognize that although you might like—even love—a particular style, it’s simply not for you.  


silk charmeuse at Arkins


You know I love Germaine DeNigris, of Arkins. Germaine is dedicated to slow and ethical fashion; and she did after all name a bathing suit after me. These dresses are from her latest collection. The fabric is silk charmeuse, a fabric that I will simply describe as Yummy. brown-dress-front-687


downtown, Soho


Whenever I need inspiration, a shot of creativity and energy, I go downtown. Ever since I first heard Petula Clark sing Downtown,

When you’re alone, and life is making you lonely
You can always go
When you’ve got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know
Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose?

… downtown seemed like a magical place to me, and still does. There’s style downtown, a style that says: this is me and I’m comfortable with me. It’s without a doubt youthful style and that’s what I appreciate.

I’m still wondering why it is that when women hit fifty, as far as style goes they seem to either copy each other, devolve, or simply give up.