Skirt from Jil Sander, page from French Elle, photographed by Marcin Tyszka.
As I sit here, not at all hungry, on my sixth day of eating with Dr. Dukan, I’ve read and been told that the translation of his book, or rather the merit of his regime, now also in English, is causing quite the stir in the United States. (I haven’t heard about a fuss being raised in other English language countries. Could be wrong. It’s happened before.)
You know how I feel about his ideas and I do love his pseudo crepe for breakfast. I actually leap out of bed to eat it, and that’s saying something. It’s delicious. On that point I admit, I have friends who do not agree. (If you own a horse, I’m sure he or she would concur.)
But, never mind diets. In fact, some of the magazines have been telling us they’re passé — more about that another day — I have a fast, easy, efficient way to appear to lose weight and look like a long, tall drink of water.
It’s called vertical lines.
As luck would have it, from the Jil Sander spring/summer collection we have two major choices: the dress if the arms are still good (notice it barely touches the body, and the length. . .) and the long black and white skirt. The beauty of the skirt is we’re covered to our ankles and we can choose the appropriate top according to whatever our hang-ups happen to be, or not to be.
The Other Choice
For those of you who either wouldn’t dream of wearing a jeans shirt, or already own one or more and you’re covered, the other major blouse option for summer (we’ll be back to this subject later as well) is light, pretty and feminine.
Case in point, the one Robin Wright (no longer Penn) is wearing in this Gerard Darel ad.
I can see it with above mentioned skirt.
Sweet On Your Feet
From the top: The Vichy pattern makes one think of Brigitte Bardot, non? From Andre and a mere 39 Euros. If you want to show off your pedicure, the A.P.C. slippers are just the ticket, 130 Euros. And the woven Atelier Mercadal model — the boondoggle/woven business is VERY big this season, we know this because Prada is doing it. These shoes, 160 Euros.
Three pairs of — what else (?) — ballerinas for warm weather. Not one is from Repetto. I restrained myself.
I’m off to Paris. Tomorrow you’ll see what I found for you on the sunny streets.