I saw this guy in the backyard today.
And this one, too.
For the record, Bibs has never bagged a squirrel, and that record still stands.
But forget about Cat and Squirrel for now. This is the picture that I want you to ponder today:
This is a page from last Sunday’s New York Times special edition Style Magazine. I HATE THIS PICTURE.
This is a photo of the lovely actress Claire Danes posing in a $2,980 dress by Jil Sander and a $2,540 Brunello Cucinelli skirt worn underneath taken in Tel Aviv. The fact that she’s wearing a skirt under a dress is something I have to take on pure faith from the caption because I can’t see the damn dress and I can’t see the damn skirt (well, not $4,000 worth of them, anyway). As for why the lovely Claire Danes has made the somewhat bizarre choice to wear a skirt under a dress I am clueless, as there is nothing in her body language that suggests to me how she feels about wearing a skirt under a dress (NARRATIVE, I need NARRATIVE) and there is also nothing — not a shred of attitude, expression, composition, etc., that gives me any insight about the reason she’s hugging that damn ice cream cone while wearing her skirt under her dress. Don’t even get me started on this picture’s sense of place. (Look Ma! I dragged the lovely Claire Danes all the way to Tel Aviv so I could take a picture that looks like it came from some back alley anywhere in the world!) The New York Times should pay me for having to look at dreary, stupid, pointless pictures like this.
Well, it serves me right. I only bought last Sunday’s New York Times because I was still a little woozy from the surgery on my quadricep tendon and it looks like I will be wearing my husband’s loathsome but roomy sweat pants for the foreseeable future (ortho casts are bulky!) and I feel cruddy. I am desperate, out-of-my-mind frantic for some style. So, like my little buddy squirreling away sustenance for the coming Winter, I need to gather my criteria for how I plan to make my post-op life better than ever. I need a new wardrobe (and it’s about time).
London, 2011. (Oh, how I love fashion shots with weather!) I get it: longer layers, bulkier accessories. And I guess that open-neck detail is for venting the hot flashes. But I need something a little more effortless. Like this, maybe:
Barcelona again. (Don’t you love the puddle???) Yes! Leggings Forever! But I’m always cold, so I think I have to go with this:
Yes! Street fashion in Seattle in the Winter! This happens to be a picture of a tourist from Britain, which from now on is the official name of Vivian Swift Style: British Tourist in Seattle. Altho, as fond as I am of shades of grey, I think I need to add a little color:
Perfection. As far as fashion photography goes, I mean. The weather, the framing, the bits in the background, even the diagonal lines on the asphalt are all wonderful. And I love this young lady’s sense of style and color (whoever thought of combining goldenrod-yellow and vermillion??) and I will note it for when I am able to hobble out to the mall and get me the antidote to these sweatpants that currently imprison me.
And as for writers looking swell, there’s this:
Will I ever be able to fulfill my fashion dreams? Well, I have already looked up pattern making classes available this Winter on Long Island (none. I’ll have to go to Brooklyn) because I suspect that my fashion needs (no ironing, nothing that I have to hold my stomach in for, big pockets, three-quarter sleeves) is not commercially available. And I am determined to spend the rest of my life looking spiffy, comfy, cool, and functional.
Yeah. Like that.
And as for that other icon of British style…
…Congratulations Christine for winning the 50 Years of James Bond Christie’s catalog!