I have been looking at pictures from the Chanel cruise collection shown in St. Tropez last week and lusting after Garance Dore’s new Rondini sandals both of which make me think about Capri. Admittedly, I am smitten with this sexy, low key and utterly chic sensibility right now. I know that the MET is touting the American Woman, but my style compass is fixed on the Mediterranean.
It started with lavender. My husband planted masses of it for me two summers ago. Last summer the only thing I bought in Paris was a pair of K Jacques (not that I need another pair). Recently I found a smallish farm house table which seats six snugly and I have folded up my antique regency table for 10 and it now serves as a side table. I am replacing many of the stuffy gilt trappings from our Fifth Avenue apartment with French farmhouse pieces. Now that we live in a cottage with roses climbing the walls and the doors wide open from April to October, I am letting some air into my decorating sensibility as well.
This applies to my clothing too. I no longer go to an office, yet my wardrobe is mostly comprised of clothes from my magazine days that I have retrofitted for my new lifestyle. Granted I have the requisite tunics and white jeans that are suburban de rigeur, but I am really ready for a change.
I can assure you that I will not be wearing a bikini top with pants strolling on the street. But this image evokes an ease and carefree style that I am going to try and capture.