We’ve passed the autumnal equinox and find ourselves in a tight spot here in D.C. After a cool (wonderful) summer, it’s really hot.
I thought there was supposed to be “a thing to every season”?
Intense color may be a way to camouflage seasonal confusion.
It’s hard to convey how yellow this top is. It’s electric lemon yellow woven from a shiny satin and shot with gold threads.
To try to capture what the human eye sees, The Photographer used a new, high-speed setting for his flash.
The top is kind of blinding. But I will tell you, every time I wear it, strangers on the street give me compliments.
It could be that they are giving me compliments to cover a gaffe, like pointing or staring — remember the nice lady at the Kennedy Center last summer, who approached like she was going to help me pull the Saran Wrap off my dress? — but I don’t think so.
I think you are going to have to come a little closer to take this in.
I promise: The experience will be purely visual. Even though it looks very powerful —
possibly radioactive — the top cannot hurt you.
Note: It can’t hurt you. I must confess: I rarely wear something uncomfortable, but this unearthly fabric is kind of scratchy. Perhaps I should have a lining made.
Are you feeling it? Whoops! I mean: Are you seeing it?
The neckline is shirred elegantly.
The shape is contoured with a little self-tie, which I have tied in a restrained square knot.
Obviously, a jacket or cardigan is needed in case the air-conditioning is still going at the office. (For those wondering, the a/c is still going full blast at my office . . . as it was all summer. I wish it would stop soon.) A topper of some sort is useful, as well, if one realizes that the intensity of one’s top needs to be meted out in small quantities.
I have the perfect thing: The fabulous fringe cardigan. This was last seen (by you) with the hideo-marvelous™ tunic. The cardigan seems to have a special purpose.
Top: Tory Burch; Cardigan: Nanette Lepore; Pants: JCrew; Shoes: Coach; Bag: Coach; Watch: Michele Serein 16