fashion musts

The mission, should you choose to accept it, is this:

“You are stranded at a lifelong party on The Island of Superfantasticness. What are the fashion items you simply cannot live without?”

–Shangri Law

P.S. This post will self-archive under a slew of new posts in 30 seconds.

Why do I hear faint strains of the themes from “Fantasy Island” and “Mission: Impossible” like I’m getting sucked into a vortex of the worst mash-up ideas ever?

So, I’m a bit chagrined to say that this Carnivale of Couture topic is a little harder for me to write than the others. (Foiled by those damn Yalies again!) Why? Because it reminds me of packing. I’m the type of person who changes clothes 4 or 5 times before a night out and set a limit of airline luggage regulations and we’re looking at your worst Calculus nightmare.

Here are my needs: tinted moisturizer with SPF 15, sandals, my kimonos, sashes, big earrings, lots of pretty underwear, a folding fan made of microslats of balsa wood or bamboo (no, I’m not trying to bust a Karl, I just don’t do heat. I left L.A. for a reason.) And the boy. He’s my best accessory.

Isn’t he HOT? I love this man. Six feet of best boyfriend ever!

Uh, where was I?

Here are my really really wants: all the cute nautical stuff from the spring 06 shows, a longstem cigarette holder a la Holly Golightly, a big floppy hat, big fluffy terrycloth robe, a maillot, black, low cut in the back.

If we’re talking survival mode, as in I’m never seeing the rest of my closet or a store ever again: the classics, of course. I *am* a classicist at heart, hard to believe, I know, if you’ve looked through my work at all. Jeans, a white oversized button down, a little black dress, a little white dress, both of my leather jackets, my silk-knit black cardigan, all of my wraps, and a few classic matte jersey tops that ball up in your suitcase and take up no room at all! Omigod, somebody stop me, I want to keep adding to this list! I’m hopeless.