Cropped Sweater | Perfume | Vintage Scarf (similar) | Cuff | Sunglasses
I discovered a couple of awesome new beauty products and wanted to tell you about them, so I brought them with me to Berkeley and photographed them during our lunch at a sushi restaurant, like a totally sane person.
For the entirety of my childhood – up through and including my teenage years – I used Avon Skin So Soft Bath Oil. When I was a kid it was just what we had sitting by the tub, but by the time I was a teenager I actively sought it out: It had taken on an air of nostalgic simplicity and made me feel both elegant and a touch retro, even though I wasn’t sure exactly why.
And now I do.
A statement jacket for minimalists, this twill piece with contrasting scarlet cuffs (and a box-pleat bag) is more like a gorgeous sculpture than outerwear.s).
10 statement jackets that you seriously need to take a look at (some because you should probably buy them, others because...well, you'll see) are below.
I have fully embraced walking to kindergarten dropoff each morning while dressed as a character from Grey Gardens. This morning, for example, I accompanied my child to school wearing sunglasses the size of basketballs, striped sweatpants with sparkly silver stars on them...and a massive faux-fur coat that each and every one of his classmates immediately needed to pet, making me quite the hot topic at the dropoff line ("MRS. INDY'S MOM, WHY DO YOU FEEL LIKE A KITTEN.").
When you're in the mood to get a little odd with it, my feeling is that it's all about what you put on top. You can be all white-t-shirt-and-jeans and zzzzzzz underneath, but if you cover the whole thing up with a massive, multicolor-striped, fringed and hooded poncho-esque creation that evokes Yoda via Lilith Fair, or perhaps a fuzzy coat that brings to mind a Bantha with a goth dye job (I mean that as a compliment)? You're good. Like, real good.
If only it were possible to flounce from one's own face.
Remember my little skin issue? No, not the potentially-worm-related one (which is apparently something called "granuloma" that is only a big deal if you care about having feet that don't look like your grandfather's); the Trump-related one, a.k.a. the one that demonstrated that the state of my pores correlates precisely with the state of our country.
It's still happening (I was treating it before I left for Ohio, but a week of using hotel room soap because I forgot my own seems to have set me back). I had my dermatologist look at a little spot on my nose that was concerning me, and she had trouble understanding which spot she was looking at because - and I quote - "there are so many spots that it's hard to tell what's what."
