Years ago, I read how goddamn phony the damn movies were to Holden Caulfield and the idea has been stuck in my mind ever since. Film actors and writers tend to create characters that are far too serious to be realistic. Even the most developed film characters are often totally devoid of quirk unless, of course, we're talking Audrey.
People in the real world, I think, are often more theatrical than their cinematic counterparts. I, for instance, have the tendency to create characters for myself quite often. Without realizing, I'll develop these alter egos and find myself wearing a fur throw around my shoulders like a Russian tsarina or walking through the city on a mission as a tribute to my interpretation of what an international super spy should be.
This midweek edit evokes the persona of a Manhattan free-spirit on her day off. She's from Chelsea by way of the New England suburbs and channels both Penny Lane and Grace Kelly to create a sartorial blend of classic American prep and cosmopolitan refinement offset by feathers and hardware. Here's what she, or you, will be wearing and doing this weekend.
1. Dolce + Gabbana Gingham cotton coat | 2. Giuseppe Zanotti Croc-effect leather high-top sneaker | 3. Tibi Feather-embellished stretch-faille camisole | 4. Nina Ricci Tan calfskin leather Youkali bag | 5. Zara Soft faux fur jacket | 6. Bauble Bar Regent quad rings
The Gobble Gobble at by CHLOE (185 Bleecker Street)
Byredo (62 Wooster Street)
For hair perfume, cologne soap bars, and everything in the Bal d'Afrique scent.
Otte (121 Greenwich Avenue)
For curated pieces from the likes of Alex Wang, Aesop, and Acne Studios.
The Strand (828 Broadway)
Because collecting $1 books on a chilly day never gets old.
The Bonfire of the Vanities (Tom Wolfe)
Pick up a copy at the Strand and carry it in the Nina Ricci bag for the sake of irony.
The New Yorker Radio Hour (Episode 1: Boarding Call)
For a wonderful George Meyer scene, Ta-Nehisi Coates, and Kirsten Gillibrand.