Do you ever buy an item where you have to make yourself stop physically reaching for it, when you go to get dressed in the morning? This Junya Watanabe piece is exactly that for me. I keep telling myself I can't wear it three days in a row, mostly because that's kind of gross. I first tried it on at the Commes Des Garcons store in Manhattan in 2008. But knowing that I could never afford it at full retail price, I took it off quickly. Three years later, ask on eBay and you shall receive.
Today when I wore it to brunch with my parents, my mother took one look at it and declared "I don't understand your jacket."
I smiled and said "It's cool, I don't understand your sartorial decisions either."
And then we both laughed because it was utterly and painfully true. But my smile was large and grand because having my mother not understand my clothing means that I am not as old and crotchety as I feel!
Jacket from Junya Watanabe (salivated over and well worth the wait). Sloppy pants from J. Crew (only made sloppy because I am wearing them). Shoes from Marni (who seems to scoop up all my shoe money these days).
Born and bred outside of DC. Lived in London. Spent summers in France. Dislikes New York and loves it at the same time. Might move back. Works in television but writes a good bit on the side.
Loves: Marni, Calvin Klein, A.P.C., mid century furniture, mochi green tea ice cream, home made skirts and dresses, good fiction, thrift store boots, ballet, Marimekko, decadent shoes, earl grey tea, Vivienne Westwood, chai lattes, Ryuichi Sakamoto, city life, Kate Moss, houses by lakes, English gardens, breezy days and rain.
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