I’ve been deciding lately that I love reading blogs that tell me something about the blogger and not just reporting on style trends they find compelling. So I decided to post my own questionnaire about yeah, me. I won’t subject you to barf overload but I thought it’d be fun for you to see what (useless?) thoughts lurk deep in my mind other than reporting to about the best lipstick. I’ll keep it short. (I know you want to go shine your shoes or clean the lint trap in your dryer.)
(Pictured: Me and hubby. Only he doesn’t want to be a blog star.)
Who has got the worst taste going today?
Kim Kardashian because there’s so much potential, so much money for so many beautiful clothes, so many red carpet chances, yet she consistently insists on being over the top with too tight clothes, dresses cut too low, too much leg, too much sequins and studs, too high shoes, too many cutouts–I could keep going but the picture below, speaks for itself. She just can’t leave anything to our imaginations and reel her impulses in.
Where am I most inspired?
Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia and at my friend Kelly’s home in Ohio.
Who do I think is the most stylish woman in the world?
I have to plead two. Can I? It’s my questionnaire so yes I can.
My choices are on two ends of the spectrum–a safe one and a risk taker and surprisingly both are from England. The ‘safe’ choice is Kate Middleton. I love her restraint. In a world of Kei$has, Miley Cyrus’, and Rhiannas, Kate shines like a lighthouse beacon in the stormy, miserable, deep, deep sea of bad taste. Her proper (sometimes nerdy dare I say), dresses with those goofy LK Bennett nude pumps are just demure, ladylike heaven. Her make up is never garish even when she wears black eyeliner and her hair is always to die for except when she got those ‘fail’ bangs. I think what I love most about Kate is she’s true to herself as much as she can be in her restrictive position. The one thing I most wish to see her in: a sexy pair of high heeled sandals.
My risk taker is Poppy Delevigne, an English girl too. She’s just about the best mix-master out there with her skinnier than skinny pants, high heels, statement furs and jackets and the BEST shoe collection ever–evah! She can do what my girl Kate can’t: be daring because the Queen isn’t breathing down her back to represent the monarchy in a slightly musty, dowdy way. Poppy has all the best labels at her disposal but she’s no fashion victim. The way she can style an outfit puts even Rachel Zoe to some shame. And always to her credit, she keeps the girls and tush nicely covered.
Who would I like to play me in a film about my life?
Kristen Wiig. She plays ‘hot messes’ with such hilarity and endearing charm. If she’d channel that playing me, she’d get me spot on.
What’s my biggest fashion regret?
I am realllllly embarrassed to put this out there. But remember when Laura Ashley was big in the 80′s? I had Laura Ashley fever. I walked around from 1987 to 1989 looking like a chintz bedspread. And and a real nob.
What one thing would I like to wear but don’t have the courage?
An Alexander Mc Queen gown. I just don’t have the ‘big’ personality needed to pull off one of his couture pieces. And I’m thinking they’re really itchy.
Who do I think is the most stylish man?
Oh please. That requires no pause for thought. Tom Ford. Could there ever be any competition for this man while he’s alive?
I read where he walked in to a taco eatery in London and actually asked them to turn down the lights, then said, “Great. Now we all look more beautiful.”
He’s just it. That’s all. He’s just it.
Whose closet would you like to raid?
I actually have to go way, way back almost thirty years to a fellow dorm mate in college. Her name was Dana and she had fabulous taste. Hers was a cultivated, old money East Coast kind of taste, the kind that’s pretty hard to pull off without looking like a poser unless you’ve grown up in it all. I don’t know…it’s hard to explain. She just wore it all ‘different’ than anyone else. She moved ‘different’ in it.
Her ‘uniform’ most days included a Ralph Lauren throw away wool sweater (I loved her lime green or hot pink ones), a white button down underneath (Ralph Lauren)–untucked and hanging out, khakis, Maud Frizon flats from Paris (www.maudfrizon.com), some Barry Kieselstein-Cord jewelry and Opium perfume. In the spring months, the sweater was replaced by a Ralph Lauren polo in the brightest colors, never tucked in.
Back in 1981, she was impossible to beat. Thirty years later, no one I’ve ever met, has.
(By the way, in the picture up there of me, I have on a Kieselstein-Cord alligator ring, completely inspired by Dana back in the day.)
Who is my favorite designer?
You know, I asked my husband this question recently…who he’d say is my favorite designer. I thought hands down his answer would be Marc Jacobs. But it wasn’t.
He said, ‘Ralph Lauren’ and I asked him why he thought that since I am bonkers for Marc. His answer: ‘You’ve been in love with the Ralph Lauren lifestyle since you were in college. Thirty some years later, go look at your closet. Tell me who’s hanging in there.’
I did. He’s right. My answer: Ralph Lauren. He’s taken my wonderful America and all her lifestyles–the East Coast prep, the country dandy, the American West cowboy/Indian, the desert sojourner, nautical sailor, the leathered-up biker chick, the 1920′s flapper–you name it and he’s done a collection inspired by it all.
And I wanted to be Clotilde (below), Ralph’s 1980′s model. Up until that point in my life, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Other than my mom. x