My old journalism professor had two immutable rules:
1.) Do not use punctuation (!) to express what you should be able to say in words (. . .)
2.) Never assume anything, i.e. the “desert island theory.” Your reader doesn’t necessarily know what you’re talking about unless you offer some context.
I recently started ignoring number one because I !ove exclamation points, even when not necessarily necessary. Number two must always be respected, thus a brief explanation about today’s post for those of you who haven’t been introduced to the “virtual shopping” game.
Every week I choose from the current collections of a designer or designers from which Edith and I are allowed to “buy” one piece which we — virtually, alas — take back to our respective closets and mix with what we already own. Some weeks we choose different pieces, but somehow I think it’s more fun for all of us if we see how a Frenchwoman and an American take the same item and work it her way.
In the future, I plan to add more players to see what happens.
We both really, really wanted the sumptuous georgette blouse from the Ungaro collection. Neither one of us wanted that diaper/skirt/shorts thing going on beneath.
Edith put hers with a black leather skirt; her red suede belt, which keeps turning up in her ensembles as you may have noticed; a pair of classic, though quite high pumps and opaque tights.
“My” blouse, in a larger size. . . is paired with my black satin evening pants (part of my collection in crepe and satin from the fabulous Chinese boutique I’ve mentioned many times); an electric blue cummerbund; satin, moderately-high heels and blue topaz chandelier earrings.
Then we took the stunning navy jacket with the double-peplum detail from the Givenchy collection. We both would have walked away with the matching trousers, but the rules require one piece, and one piece only, that can be incorporated into our existing wardrobes. We were miserable on this one.
This is how we made up for our despair. . .
Edith put hers over a printed chiffon skirt she forgot she owned and admitted she’s not sure she’s ever worn, but swore she bought on sale for “literally nothing,” belted as always and added red boots she claims she intends to buy this fall. (That’s sort of breaking the rules, but if she will own them I guess we can bend them.)
I of course did not belt the jacket. I put it with my gray flannel pants; blue and black Chanel ballerinas; my orangey suede Chanel bag and large blue button earrings with double CCs. (The more I look at this combo, the more I like it.)
As always, all drawings by Edith.