Black as a wardrobe staple has always bored me.
I remember the ancient ritual ushering in the arrival of every New York winter since time immemorial: armies of women, clad in black wool coats of armor to fight the searing cold, marching en masse out of their Midtown office buildings. Each one clutching their lapels shut against the frost, in vain.
That’s how you knew autumn was over. That’s also how I knew my five years in Gotham were up.
Fast forward half a decade: It’s a summer wine country afternoon where the air brushes against your legs like velvet. Sticky NYC subway rides have been a faint memory for a while now but the urge to don black has slowly returned.
This weekend, between sandwich bites and sun rays, we found some eros at Farm in Napa. The surroundings were as striking as a crisp Panama hat in June.
After noticing that five years in California has infused my closet with plenty of white, I’ve been eager to combine the two hues in compelling ways. Adding in this streamlined shirtdress was the perfect way to complete a full circle fashion evolution.