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subscribe to style file blog via RSSfashion diary: minnie mortimer gaghan swims in missoni and tackles super saturday
July 30, 2008 3:29 pm
Friday July 25
“Put on pants.” My husband’s practical suggestion annoys me. I love my new Earnest Sewn short shorts and I know I am not changing, but I also know that he’ll insist on blasting the cold air the whole drive out to Southampton. It’s all part of our ongoing temperature wars. I finish breakfast at The Mercer and hustle down to A.P.C and pick up the heart patch-pocket navy sweater I’ve had my eye on. Then I head straight into Georgia Tapert Living to score one of her cotton herringbone throws. I have about 50 at home in Malibu. They feel like cashmere, but are cotton, so you wash them in the machine. Today I choose baby blue.
In Southampton, I change into my Missoni bikini and take a dip in the pool. I love the crochet thing, but it only works in calm waters. One wave in the ocean and those little triangles rearrange themselves in the most unflattering positions.
Glancing at my watch, I see that the Dior Beauty dinner is just hours away and start to worry slightly about what to wear. I dry off and run over to my sister-in-law Tinsley Mortimer’s, who from time to time will very kindly allow me to raid her closet. She is the host of the dinner and has a few extra Dior dresses hanging around. One frock, a single-shoulder turquoise-and-electric-blue flouncy thing, catches my eye, but many safety pins later, Tins and I admit it isn’t working. I return home and throw on my trusty Jill Stuart rose-printed silk slip dress and pair it with Dani Stahl for Lia Sophia bangles and gold-and-cork Louboutins and off I go. At dinner, I’m seated between Fabiola Beracasa, who looks stunning in a black knit Azzedine Alaïa dress with a Chanel chain belt, and Euan Rellie. Dinner is delicious, but I skip out on dessert to rest up for Super Saturday.
Saturday July 26
Super Saturday is like a designer Lollapalooza. (I must admit I’ve never been to Lollapalooza, but if they have the same Crumbs cupcake stand, I am willing to check it out). I wear a shirtdress in navy-and-white check from my Minnie Mortimer collection and pair it with a Panama-style hat and rosary beads, both of which I picked up on a recent trip to Cartagena, Columbia. Flat Louboutin navy espadrilles allow me to cover lots of ground. I manage some good finds: An old-man cashmere at Turnbull and Asser, Smythson place cards for my birthday dinner next weekend, and the Dorrit ruffle sandal from Loeffler Randall were some of my best loot.
Worn out from the shopping and the heat, I head home and put on my Keep Me pajamas. My husband and I spend the night curled up on the couch and watch “A Clockwork Orange” for the hundredth time.
Sunday July 27
Straight out of bed, I head to the beach, this time wearing a more ocean-friendly American Apparel purple bikini. I have dozens of them in brightly colored solids. Over it I pull a Irving and Fine Indian-made embroidered tunic. Reading the Kate Moss profile in the August Vogue oceanfront is heaven until the clouds roll in and we all head for home. Lightning and thunder coax me back into my Keep Me PJs, and when the power goes out I light a candle and move on to the plastic surgery article with my dog Fuzzy Duck curled up by my side.
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