Red Lady

Rushing out the door to pick up my red asymmetrical dress from the dry cleaners! I already hear music, sound tests, horns, and festivities beginning in the streets. Nothing but good wishes from NYC to all of my readers around the globe. 

See you dolls in 2011!

Thankfully Yours

To my readers in the USA, I hope you spend today surrounded by those you care about most. I headed home to the north shore to see my family for Thanksgiving. It may sound silly to express thanks for fashion, but we should. There are so many diverse stylists and clothes horses around the world who wake up each morning and show their appreciation for fashion through personal style; I am thankful to all of the bloggers who let me into their world day after day with a snapshot, and for those who take an interest in a small part of mine. xx, Mari

I'm thankful for suede skirts!!

Night Fever

These photos entice me into buying some more Halston Heritage. There is this ridiculous Halston long sleeve, gold pleated top with a sash around it that I saw in my hometown designer boutique the other day... and I need to have it. Another beautiful night in NYC is upon us and I'm getting dressed with these Studio 54esque images in mind. Some Harry Connick Jr action has been going down in our apartment: we've got Love Is Here To Stay on repeat, among other favorites. There are also a few Perfect Manhattan's collecting condensation on the coffee table...


Now that I've cleaned up after that, I'm also in the middle of cleaning up my blog a bit, and that's not just design exclusive; if you have any thoughts about what you would like to see more of, less of, or perhaps, what's missing, please send me a comment. And thanks to all of those who have been reading and who have stayed patiently with me these first few months. Cheers to you!


Tschüss!
Mari

All photos via Net-a-porter

Back In Manhattan, As If Nothing Ever Happened

Sorry to any readers who have visited my blog in the last few days. I had to fly out of New York for a business trip last minute and I just got back last night! I didn't even have time to make a post in order to let you know, which I felt terrible about. But now that I'm back... Good news! I didn't end up chopping my hair off on Thursday. I exercised self-control and only got an inch trimmed.


This morning, a beautiful navy silk blouse arrived in the mail, and I cannot wait to put it on. I opened the garment bag and... Voilà! I remembered why it was worth 4 weeks of waiting. Pictures coming soon. 


In the meantime, enjoy darling Anna Dello Russo in this clip. 

Back to Style School

An old shopping bag of mine.

 It's my opinion that September is one of the most - if not the most - exciting time of year in New York: new sartorial identities come to mind. About two months ago, I began imagining what my calender was going to look like for the next season. For the longest time I've been trying to sculpt a uniform for myself, but there's nothing remotely uniform about the way I lead my life. Like most women, I do a variety of things with a variety of people that all require different forms of dress. Should I go military chic for the weekends and classic minimalism throughout the week? Should I edit my entire seasonal wardrobe around my hobbies or my career and aspirations? What my boyfriend likes on me? What I like on myself? I've tried to find the collection that would best fit my 7-day formula, and instead, am more unsure than ever. There are so many beautiful items that I covet, that my wallet just can't handle at this point in time. I was just as excited to see what came down the runways at fashion week last February as anyone else in New York, but for all the "classics" and "back to basics" marveled upon, there was still not one solution to the angst I feel this fall, that has begun to replace the usual excitement. I hold onto that excitement with the hope that the perfect look will assemble itself in my closet by the time the cool air hits the streets. In the last few weeks, I'm sad to say that I've allowed this angst to control my style judgement. I find myself on Net-A-Porter every Monday & Wednesday morning (and now Friday, apparently, which is something to smile about at least) adding and then deleting from my shopping bag over and over again. I revisit my bag later in the day to check if my sizes have been snatched or sold out. It's addictive. Sometimes I buy and sometimes I watch the coat I needed to have slip away. I can't sour September!?!!