Heiress At The Beach
But I am faced with that age-old problem: what to wear? My normal New York attire — motorcycle boots et al — simply will not do. No, when you go somewhere fabulous, you want your wardrobe to reflect it. You want to fit into your surroundings… But not too much.
I am not a boho kinda babe. As much as I appreciate Free People catalogues, soft, flowing and shapeless doesn’t work on me. I think in a past life I was the Marchesa Louisa Casati or Diana Vreeland. You’re probably not going to find me in a string bikini with braids in my hair… More likely, I’ll be the one in a turban and a psychedelic kaftan.
I’ve been gathering inspiration from everywhere, thinking about the kind of style I want to channel when I’m surveying the Cyclades. Enormous, wide-brimmed hats… Scarves twisted up, turban-style… Maxi-dresses and lots of bangles…
I worked out a while ago that my Style Statement is Eccentric Pop. Eccentric for the weirdness and the drama, pop for the modern kick. (As much as I admire it in others, dressing for a specific historical timeframe doesn’t thrill me. I’m a thoroughly modern misfit.)
So while I may bring in elements of the past — like the lazy luxury of the 70’s, or the glamourous chill of art deco — it all gets tied together in a contemporary manner. (Irridescent snakeskin sandals, anyone?)
I plan on punctuating graphic black and white resortwear with hallucinatory bikinis and mind-bending vintage kaftans. I’ll be donning stripes and covering up my beach hair with a turban or two. There will, of course, be sequins aplenty. I’m turning 30, bitch!
…Which, of course, brings us to the next pressing question. Do they sell sparklers in Santorini?!