Fact: I live and travel with as little as possible.
Because of dance, I think of clothing in terms of costuming, and a uniform.
Another factor that influences my dressing is that I often travel alone. As a female traveler, I need anonymity, invisibility; especially on public transportation.
Public transport in New York City looks like this.
Paris is similar, and smells about the same.
The last thing a girl waiting for her train should look, is like a welcoming target. Targets are easy to spot. They look like, tourists.
I have a travel uniform.
Jeans, white/black top, skinny black cardigan, scarf, bracelets, and boots.
When I go through security, it’s easy to strip off the boots, scarf, and bangles. My coat is either worn belted up, or packed into my carry-on bag. I never check in luggage.
For the Big Apple, I packed one other dress.
Worn with tights and the same pair of boots, scarf, and bracelets, the dress carried me through meetings on Friday morning, an afternoon at the MOMA, and early dinner at the Michelin-starred restaurant, The Modern.
On the 3rd floor of the MOMA, some creepy man approached me.
Your dress matches the painting, he said.
Smile without letting the smile reach your eyes/Ignore, is Step 1 to getting rid of creepy man.
No, really, your dress matches the painting!
Are you texting someone? Who are you texting?
Because my dress is also a uniform, and a uniform is armour, I did not do the Asian girl shy away act. I looked up from my phone and looked at him directly in the eye, dismissing him.
I’m texting my husband.
Oh… Witness creepy man’s tail fall between his legs. Note Security Guard at 2 O’clock, in case I need back-up.
The French store Maison Kitsune is located on the ground floor of my hotel.
After I checked in, I stepped into the store wanting to get a black dress. Meredith who helped me said there were no black dresses this season, and asked if I would be interested instead, in a navy blue romper.
(Ah American service- so cheerful, warm, helpful, and full of initiative!)
Ordinarily it would never have crossed my mind to wear a romper. The romper for me falls into the same category as the exposed midriff.
At 45, with a daughter that is 19, such looks aren’t in my usual vocabulary. But as I have learnt with Agarosak (above)- sometimes it is about fabric, cut, body type, and attitude.
I bought the romper. To make it relevant and not ridiculous, I wore it with tights.
This outfit was practical for Saturday’s jaunt to Soho as I was curious about the Lowlands.
Note- if you have gnarled feet like me, the 5050s are more comfortable with their wider soles, but the Lowlands made of suede can be stretched. Because this is New York, and service is par excellence, Jerry who helped me, suggested that he stretch them out before I decided. The stretching revealed another boot. He then suggested he stretch the boots out overnight, as well as offered to spray them with protection.
Boots sorted out, the romper-ed me zipped uptown to the Guggenheim.
Then I went back downtown to my old hood for sushi.
Fact: When one is dressed for speed looking neat and native-like, it’s much easier to score a table on Saturday night, even without a reservation.
- Maison Kitsune, 1170 Broadway at 28th Street
- Stuart Weitzman, 118 Spring Street