airplane mode
There is a particular kind of delusion that sets in somewhere above 30,000 feet above sea level—mid-flight, mid-thought—where I begin to believe that my life is not a series of destinations but rather a rolling, sartorial journey. The past four weeks have been pretty much like that: a non-stop ping-pong across climates and codes of conduct, with a single carry-on that has performed minor miracles of personality adjustment. Nashville was first for a friend’s 50th. I wore a little more fringe, a little more lace, a little more suede. Plus: stalwart, error-proof jeans, of course.
Austin ushered in frigid AC, flourescent gym lighting and and a fleet of high school boys playing competitive volleyball (mine included). Many of the same clothes (unassailable denim)—but they behaved a bit differently, more sensibly. Button-down sleeves rolled themselves. Stripes added warmth—in unexpected brown and navy. These more traditional pinstripes, too. Chic sneakers pulled it all together, along with a neutral Reformation jacket that literally worked over everything.
New York, predictably, demanded precision. The exact same pinstriped blazer that had been casually slung over shoulders in Austin became, in Manhattan, an instrument of intent. Everything tightened—silhouettes, schedules, expectations. Mornings were for meetings, which meant clothes that could hold a line; evenings dissolved into family dinners where that line blurred just enough. On the NYC agenda: Dorsey earrings (always), Sold Out NYC button down, Mango fringe skirt, Amiya cashmere sweater, Apparis leopard print windbreaker, and Larroude lace-ups.
Then Palm Beach, which is less a place than a permission slip. Color returns, unapologetically. Fabrics lighten. Shoulders come out to play. The pieces that felt dutiful in New York became whimsical, as though they had been waiting for the right latitude to reveal themselves. Along for the ride: Comme Si olive-hued button down, lace Anthropologie dress, Mango skirt (again), Araks bikini in the best chocolate brown, a strapless Kika Vargas, a silky red sarong and pleated Montce bikini top, a bow-trimmed dress (part of a coming-soon Stephanie Covington x Dillards collab), pre-fall pink by Natalie Martin, tropical Farm Rio cut-outs, sleek and satiny Another Tomorrow, and a reversible one-piece and bandana sarong by The Great, this green (Gucci/Hermes-spirited) Juan de Dios suit, new mini initial pendants from Adina Reyter, and TKEES sandals in black, brown and tan (no, really). P.S. While the Florida sun would like to take all the credit for my take-home glow, YSE Beauty’s new Dewy Peptide Plumping Serum yielded a more opulent (and stay-on) kind of radiance, one that effected permanent spa vacation. Truth be told, I slathered boatloads of the stuff on my face, and given the company I was with who do/did the same, I will be doing it for the rest of time. Thank you, Molly Sims! It truly works.
What has been most curious is not the travel itself, but the way the same handful of things have shape-shifted along the way. A Mango skirt that was concrete-pounding Tribeca savant turned into a beach-bound breeze. Ballet flats recalibrated their purpose depending on the pavement beneath them. It is less about packing well and more about allowing for reinterpretation—about trusting that context will do the heavy lifting.
And somewhere over whichever state/country comes next, I suspect I will arrive at the same confident conclusion: that it almost doesn’t matter where I am or what, exactly, I am doing. The suitcase remains pretty much the same… plus this additional easy but elegant (yet endlessly wearable) tank top, these new sunnies (that are about to make me look much cooler than I am!), these summer-ready jewels, and this tomato-red crewneck, and for the next adventure. The clothes will catch up. They adjust their posture, their tone, their meaning. They meet me where I am, or perhaps they gently insist on who I might become in that place.



















I love your style. Would you please tell me where your swimsuit is from?
Always the chicest xo