I highly recommend reading Carol Edgarian's article on the origins of chic in its entirety...as it's the sort of thoughtful discourse on personal style that seems to be a rarity nowadays. As an amuse-bouche...and an incentive to click through and read more...I'm including the paragraph that most struck a chord with me below.

"Style is how you see the world and how the world sees you. It isn’t today and it isn’t tomorrow; it isn’t a dress or a car or a shoe or a comment — it’s the cut of your sail as you cross this crazy, uncharted sea. Far ahead, legions of boats have already made the crossing—some grander, some more sleek—and still newer boats are always coming up behind you. Style is the manner in which you navigate your one remarkable voyage."

At the beginning of each episode of the 1960's psychological spy show, The Prisoner, Number Six (played by Patrick McGoohan) would be asked for "in-formation". Which really has nothing to do with the rest of this post...except that when I first saw Sofia Coppola's outfit for the after-party of a film screening in NY my first thought was "in-spiration". Understated...with a touch of luxurious "evening" (the 3 C's...collar, cuffs, and clutch)...more comfortable, and personal than many of the other party-goers...

In theory, winter has bid us adieu and spring has entered from stage left...waving a bunch of daffodils and offering chocolate Easter bunnies to one and all. I sound skeptical, I know...but the local weather forecasters are still using snow (albeit flakes rather than flurries) in their conversation...so I am not feeling especially spring-like.

The only upside that I can see to this situation is that...instead of feeling guilty about wasting a perfectly glorious day indoors...I can plan a mini-film festival...and be doubly lazy because the aforementioned m.f.f. comes in a box...like pizza (without the calories but hopefully higher in entertainment value)...for toppings, I can choose from amongst zombies, love, or dark comedies.

Take that, winter-that-won't-go-away!

Oh, how I wish I cycled more...not, you understand, for the health benefits...the joy of riding through the park, watching the sun filter through the leaves...dappling the ground as the squirrels dash off for fear of being run over. Or any other rational reasons, for that matter.

No, my current urge to put foot to pedal and wobble off into the sunset is entirely due to Sawako Furuno's leather-clad, leopard print helmet. Put simply, it's perfection...in life-saving form.

It's hard to explain the breathtaking beauty of a wind farm...especially when you come upon it unexpectedly. Mile upon mile of turbines...turning in slow, methodical, hypnotizing, rhythm...

Chalk this one up as "all the elements are there"...

Cotton...with leather trimmed pockets. In the abstract...a relaxed, loose, silhouette...

On the body...a sack.

Before I delve deeper into the conclusion of my own, personal, Snark hunt allow me to add the snippet of information that I usually steer well clear of whites and off-whites (be they of the winter or summer variety). Not that I dislike them in theory...I just rest safe in the knowledge that I am a klutz, a buffoon, a stain magnet par excellence who will mar their pristine beauty in the space of about 5 minutes.

Which is why basic number two was such a shocker (and not purely from a pricing perspective)...for it is white...crisp white...pure white...”Don’t ask me if I want to eat or drink anything more exciting than a glass of stain-free water while I am wearing this” white. A blend of silk and linen that must make dry cleaners rub their hands with glee just thinking about it.


At this point...when you are surely about to ask why in hell I made such an insane purchase...let me add that, in addition to all this white-ness, it is simply...achingly...beautiful. Beautiful in the graphic way that Diana Rigg's were when she played Emma Peel in the 1960's show, The Avengers. Beautiful in the way that only a jacket which is structured yet casual can be (down to the perfectly rolled collar and wind-breaker-esque zipper and tie). Beautiful in the way that almost anything trimmed with navy lambskin would be.


And...despite my earlier comments...and with the certain knowledge that I am going to do something idiotic (sooner rather than later)...once the threat of snow finally disappears...I plan on wearing this jacket. Everywhere.

It may have something to do with my status as a non-driver but give me a sunny day...and the chance to go on a little field trip...and I'm as happy as a spaniel with his head out the passenger window...

The problem with having a personal manifesto is that, sooner or later, you're going to abandon it. Well, unless you're a dictator...you rarely hear them saying "I used to believe in such-and-such but then I changed my mind"...but, for us non-dictators, the PM can be a problem.

Case in point, for the last 2-3 years I have stood by my own PM of never visiting a hairdresser...for, armed with only a glass of wine and a pair of professional scissors, I was perfectly happy with the results of my own weed-whacking experimentation. The other day. however, I decided that...while I love "disheveled"...I wanted a slightly more polished disheveled than my skill-set would allow. Cue an almost obscene amount of online research...and a rather sheepish (insert lamb to the slaughter reference) visit to a local salon.

PM in tatters I am...as I recline upon the broken ruins of my personal policy...rather happy.

It seems like there’s always a lot of talk about “the basics”. Summer...winter...a year round conversation on the standard capsule piece that goes with everything and makes you feel good whenever you put it on. Unfortunately, finding the aforementioned basics generally takes on the same, elusive quality as the hunting of the snark (an "impossible voyage of an improbable crew to find an inconceivable creature"). For me, it’s a quest that I find especially difficult in summer...when finding something that I love (and could vaguely be called flattering) yet which doesn’t cause heatstroke can, on occasion, seem impossible.

Which is why I was utterly flabbergasted...and lulled into performing a rather dangerous introduction of plastic to swipe machine...when I found not one, but two, perfect summer basics at Barneys. I know, I know...cries of “Is this really a shocker?”...but there are, let’s face it, a myriad of designer clothes...officially created for summer...that are neither weather nor wearer friendly...and Barneys own label does put out simple, yet luxe, clothing (and accessories) that well-designed, well made, and satisfyingly seasonless (I’ll admit that it’s lovely to have the latest thing...but it’s also nice to know that, come summer, you have an old friend that you can rely on).

And so, to basic number one...a take on the djellaba...made in Italy from crisp, navy cotton. Loose, but not shapeless...basic, yet interesting...as serviceable for work as it is for wandering the streets of a foreign city on vacation. The sort of thing that makes you actively look forward to summer...

Firstly, I have to say that I realize that collecting virtual Karl Lagerfeld ephemera is...how shall I say it...slightly unusual...but, what can I say, the man "collaborates" like none other...especially when it comes to foodstuffs. Champagne...salad...Bûche de Noël...can all vaguely be attributed to a certain joie de vivre lifestyle...the Bûche being the only truly calorific evil on the list...and, thanks to it's seasonal status, it's the sort of once-a-year indulgence that can be ignored.

The latest melding of the kalorific and the kaiser, however, is a little more difficult to...umm...swallow. For, in celebration of Magnum ice cream bars finally landing on U.S. shores, Lagerfeld has directed a three-piece short film series starring Rachel Bilson. Today's question...does the thought of "a world-renowned prima ballerina who, when unexpectedly faced with an over-zealous throng of fans and the amorous embrace of her boyfriend, played by internationally renowned model Baptiste Giabiconi, evades them all to savor a moment for herself by enjoying a Magnum bar" make you feel like dashing off to the nearest store to get some ice cream on a stick?

From an interior design perspective I can definitely say that I am anti-doily...those irritating, overtly genteel, ineffectual circles of lace...supposed to "protect" furniture...though from what I've never been quite able to decide.

Dye the aforementioned offender to good taste black, however...and bung it atop a simple tee...nestled upon a bed of Swarovski...and another DIY idea is added to the "things to do when I have more than 5 minutes of free time" list...

Home...tired...and slightly battered by the sheer size of Atlanta airport (by the time you've walked for 3 or 4 miles...gone up and down numerous escalators...and taken 2 trains...to get to your rental car...you've lost the will to go on). Normal posting will resume shortly...

I realized the other day that, unless my liquor stash runs dry and I start using them in cocktails, the four bottles of perfume huddled together on my (sorry, I know it's terribly old-fashioned but I love the term) dressing table will run out sometime around 2020. Which, all things considered, should, I suppose, be chalked down as a "good thing"...I certainly can't complain about getting value for money and...having finally tracked down a quartet of "signature scents"...I can't whine about being bored of the same old smell day-in, day-out...about the only niggle left to me is that three of the four bottles are considerably larger than the FAA will allow in hand-luggage.

Which leads me to ye olde quest for a non-plastic travel atomizer that I'll actually enjoy carrying...stay tuned for future developments.

Much like one of the short guys who used to spend so much time following Snow White around, I'm inundated with work...so, with apologies, there will be a lack of posts for the next few days...

As a self-confessed...self-admonishing...label whore (sometimes, not always, I just can't help myself)...I should be dismayed by Operation Skankbag. Instead, I applaud it...go figure.

Being (somewhat) bent double by a sudden lower back spasm I'd like to take a moment to sing the praises of two unsung heroes of the popular press. Sunbeam's King Size heating pad...and Dr. Singha's Mustard Rub...I salute you...for without your combined efforts I'd currently be lying on the floor in the fetal position.

It's been all too easy to become more than a little jaded by the ubiquity of Liberty prints recently. They went from being, at least in the US, an object of reasonable rarity...to an unavoidable occurrence...having been strewn around on everything...from Target's (depressingly cheap feeling) clothing to gladiator heels at J Crew. The latest in this long, long line of collaborations however feels...right...proper in a "pip, pip, old chap...stiff upper lip...let's go do some huntin' and fishin'" kind of way...for it is with that other bastion of all things British, Barbour. The end results are a rather pleasing mix of the pretty and the practical...

Addiction is...according to the great God Wikipedia..."a continued involvement with a substance or activity despite the negative consequences associated with it. Pleasure and enjoyment would have originally been sought, however over a period of time involvement with the substance or activity is needed to feel normal." Depressing though it may be, that pretty much sums up my relationship with sweaters...

The latest...a basic, heavy, navy, cotton number. Relieved from boredom by 3/4 sleeves and zippers up each side (the latter embraced by a little shimmer).

Like any addict I'm claiming that this hit is my last...but I know it's not...

Welcome to another installment of "The Travel Trials of Tallulah"...this week's episode "If I see another small plastic baggie I may burst into tears."

I don't mean to be a whiner. I am, I'll admit, fortunate to have a job that affords me the luxury of travel...the chance to see new places...and try my hand at karaoke in a multitude of hotel bars. However, the ubiquitous FAA toiletries baggies are bringing me down...the demoralizing placement of baggie in bin...the knowledge that your fellow travelers can cast judging glances on your murky selection of under 3fl oz toiletries and products "borrowed" from hotels...the lack of mystery and, let's face it, style.

I'm going to daydream about leisurely travel...in-flight snacks of a slightly higher level than Nabisco...and leather toiletries cases...