Faking It

In a world where Lanvin ladies run wild with their thousand dollar furs and snake skins, I live across the bay, next to San Francisco where that kind of showiness is frowned upon as fiduciary lunacy.  This explains my yarn fur-like coat, that I bought at Anthropologie a couple years ago. It's my favorite faux-opulent cardigan because it is not anywhere near real fur, but merely just the concept of it. In the east bay where I live kids run around with their bikes wearing sticker emblazonned helmets, and their parents water the yard before gettting dinner ready. No where in this real life does a woman wearing a python trenchcoat fit naturally. Around these parts, that kind of investment is better served as a second bathroom. And as much as I'd like that yacht lifestyle where my tassled loafers are the perfect accessory to my Lanvin gem-encrusted chains, I am best to realize that a resort presentation like Lanvin will never be more than just a post on my blog where I emulate the colors, compositions and tailoring.

Romanticism in the Age of 2 Chainz: Lanvin Resort 2014

 I don't believe anyone walks the line between over the top luxury and understated minimalism quite like Alber Elbaz. The Lanvin woman a rich woman, and she gets what she wants when she wants it. Much like 2Chainz and his crew, they all be "Rich as Fuck." His Lanvin prototype is a lady who likes to wear all her jewels at once with pair of flats, and the occasional python number to keep the icy chill of board meetings off her porcelain skin. All with a nonchalant approach to hair and makeup, of course. Because when your outfit is the price of a regular American's down payment for their home, you have to throw them off your rich-ass scent some how.

The Summer Staple: Everlane Sandal

Balance out your newly found penchant for fat Birkenstocks with a more minimalist take on the idea. In cognac and black @ Everlane.

Future Perfect: The Row Resort 2014

New Rule: This is how I want to dress from now on.