This holiday I wear my stars and stripes scarf tie styled with my Banana Republic white blazer. The best part about adding this patriotic pop of color that is both stylish and meaningful, is that it has given new life to my long-time white blazer (at least 15 years old!). Happy Fourth of July to you! With love, Melissa
“Ooh, I have to have that!,” I say, as I pass a window: I have said it so often and in front of so many windows that I am abnormally great at it. If I look back at my life I realize that I have purchased my most precious things after passing them in windows. Not just for what they are but also for how they make me feel. I bought my white down coat by Searle 20 years ago when driving past a window in NYC – I got home, called the store and had it shipped to my house in NJ. A few years ago, while on vacation in my beloved Outer Banks, I saw a simple black summer dress by Splendid in the window – tried it on and bought it on the spot. Five years ago, when I was trying to push through my fears and start exercising it was seeing these super-cool pink camo yoga pants in the window at Lululemon that caught my eye and got me moving. When I bought them I took my first step to changing my health. And it was this necklace that has become my all-time go-to; while walking the streets of Soho, New York, I saw this unique accessory and I knew that I had to have it. I had never seen anything like it before – the textures and fabrics were a unique combination that drew me into the boutique. Of course it was the only one of its kind and I bought it! I always get comments when I wear it – it is a conversation starter.
Windows are the gateway to our dreams, what happens when we press our noses to the possibilities and make them our own. When you see something in a window and buy it, you take the unobtainable and will it into your closet. To literally window-shop is to make your imagination your reality. It is no wonder that all of these purchases are my favorites.
Photos by Kendra Olson
When I started my blog 7 years ago, there was an outstanding young writer starting a website called Man Repeller. That writer was Leandra Medine; Man Repeller has become a multi-media business and in my opinion, a global fashion masterpiece. I follow it – and Leandra – religiously – to this day. In fact, when Fashionista interviewed her in NYC a year ago, I ran to see her and wrote about it on TFIO. So now, I feel like I know her! Leandra spoke to InStyle Magazine about what it means to be an original – her words are so comforting, I happily share them with you. Here is Leandra Medine on dressing originally:
“There’s a quote attributed to Coco Chanel that often turns up on Facebook profiles: ‘In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different.’ I’ve read it so many times that in spite of its underlying message—be original—it’s become, ironically, completely unoriginal.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. We’re taught as kids to follow our heart and our gut, not what popular opinion recommends. Only when we’re truly one of a kind, we’re told, will we be destined for greatness.
But is this concept overrated? I’m tempted to think so. To be original, according to the wise oracle Google, is to be an eccentric, unusual person. Continue reading
I find it hard to believe that 20 years ago this July, fashion designer Gianni Versace was killed outside his home in Miami Beach, Florida. I remember it as if it were yesterday: 20 years he has been gone, and 20 years that his sister, Donatella Versace, has been at the helm, continuing his legacy. And since she has been designing the main line since 1997, and next year she will have been creative director longer than her brother, it is safe to say that the Versace name is now Donatella’s. The recent June spring/summer 2018 men’s wear show was a celebration of the brand Versace. The setting was the headquarters of Versace’s multimillion dollar fashion empire, Palazzo Versace, on Via Gesu in Milan: a sunny courtyard – with no special set, no lights, no runway – just an assembly of green wrought-iron tables and chairs – homey and intimate … and Versace.
Two days before the label’s show, The New York Times interviewed Donatella Versace. Says Donatella, who recently turned 62: “For me it’s 20 years more since my brother passed away. And it’s sad. it’s very sad. That’s why I came back home. This is my place, this is where everything started. Everything started here. We had dinner parties, where we would have the biggest dramas and fights, and the biggest love. And we were like this working together, two different people. Gianni and I — we were totally different people. But everything started here.” She sighs, and smiles. ‘It’s a Versace celebration.'”
One of the joys of writing my blog is meeting and collaborating with photographers. I love sharing my vision and ideas and then waiting for my partner to take over and bring the ideas to life. I have been especially lucky with my dear friend Kendra Olson. Kendra is a natural photographer, yes, but she is so much more: Kendra is a creative force! Working with Kendra has elevated my blog to new levels of experimentation and creativity. Kendra tries new angles and perspectives and truly brings my vision to life. It is no wonder that Kendra is an original young woman, with her own unique style and flair! We have been working together for over a year, and I could go on taking photos with Kendra forever. But I am heartbroken because Kendra and her family are moving to California today. The Olsons have been world travelers for Kendra’s entire young life – it is what makes her a free spirit – and now, her travels take her out West. I will miss Kendra immensely. But I will take her with me as I go forward. And of course, I am already dreaming of taking fashion photos with Kendra as soon as possible – with the Pacific Ocean as our backdrop!
Love to you, Kendra and Hang Ten! x Melissa
Photos: Susan Olson
I remember very well, the first postpartum months when my son Eric was born (21 years ago!); we were living in New York, on the Upper West Side. I had spent much of my pregnancy in my overalls, and they were my favorite go-to’s for the first few months after he was born – for their ease and comfort – but not for their looks. I am sure that by the time I found real clothes again, I was so sick of those overalls that I wanted to burn them – but somehow, I didn’t. In fact, they returned three years later, when my younger son Cameron was born! Why?? What is it about postpartum dressing that makes it so hard? Hard to find the clothes that say, ‘I am myself, I am still who I always was?’ Because you aren’t the person you were. Because your life has completely turned around. But does that mean that you are forced to turn to overalls? Does it have to be overalls?
My dear cousin Rachel gave birth to her first baby, a beautiful girl, a few months ago. When Rachel asked me for ideas for postpartum dressing, all of my memories of myself 21 years ago came rushing back. Rachel and I sat down to talk about clothes, post-baby, and what is one to do with a new reality of clothing shopping …
MKG: Rachel, what have you been wearing these past few months?
Rachel: I’m proud to say that I’ve finally graduated out of newborn wear-old-garbage-that-can-be-projectile-vomited-on-multiple-times-a-day clothes (which was mostly old, super large t-shirts and pajama bottoms) and now I usually wear yoga pants, cotton tees, and flip flops – but I do work at home. On those fun occasions that I go out and engage with the world, I put on Lysse “jeans” that are high enough to cover my post-baby belly and have panels that help hold in that whole wobbly area. I am now able to go back to the same shirts I’ve always worn, but I suspect my hips and stomach have been forever-changed by carrying our little lady for nine months.
MKG: What are you looking for in a wardrobe?
Rachel: This may sound strange, but I’m searching for myself in my clothes. As you said, after having a baby, you’re not the same person you were. I keep calling this post-baby era my “Vampire Life” – I feel like I existed before and I exist now, but the blood that courses through my veins isn’t the same, and while I’m learning to love this new life I’m living, I can’t quite go back to who I was before. It’s why I find myself standing in front of our closet and my dresser, asking – who am I now? What does this version of me wear?
I’m finding that I’m starting to be influenced by new things, like our daughter’s wardrobe. The clothes I pick out for her are either classic (like her first bathing suit, which is white and blue with a big bow and has a seersucker feel to it) or early 90s influenced – lots of bright colors and patterns and fluttery sleeves. I’ve always loved classic styles and while I was an 80s baby, I was a 90s kid, so of course I’m drawn to the black leggings and hot pink. I’ve found that the few shirts I’ve picked out since giving birth are truly influenced by our daughter. My favorite shirt right now is soft cotton, white with a pink and red strawberry pattern. But otherwise, I don’t know what I’m looking for – comfort mixed with some semblance of style? A hard balance to strike. If I could, I’d start a clothing line for post-partum women. I think the fashion industry has sorely missed this unique niche and transitory market. Continue reading
Last night, in honor of Father’s Day, I found myself watching the movie, Father of the Bride; not the Steve Martin version but the original 1950 version starring Spencer Tracy and Elizabeth Taylor. It is the story of a father who realizes that he is losing his daughter when she announces she is getting married. The moment Elizabeth Taylor appeared in her wedding dress, I sighed. She looked so beautiful in that dress of lace and what was it – satin? And it came to me that I have always had a love affair with wedding dresses. When I was four years old, I wanted more than anything to be a bride for Halloween. And my mother obliged – I remember feeling so excited in my wedding dress. The only problem was that I lived in an apartment in Jackson Heights, Queens, and trick-or-treating meant schlepping up and down several flights of stairs. By the end of the evening I had ripped-through the bottom of the dress. That was not a happy memory for me, but my love of wedding dresses still runs deep. I am a romantic so that makes sense, but I think it is the dress itself: the white, the special fabrics, the elegance. It could also be about what the dress represents – beautiful promises of what is to come.
Foulard: the French word for scarf! During my recent trip to Paris and the South of France, I couldn’t help but admire the foulards around the necks of many elegant French women. Their outfits are never complete without them, no matter the time of year or fashion tendency. French women will always make it work. There are day-time styles – light and airy, and night-time styles – more luxurious and silky.
When I reached my destination on the Mediterranean, I found out that the South France had been key in the manufacturing of silk fabrics during the Middle Ages. The first silk factories opened their doors in the region during the 15th Century and became an engine for the local economy of the time. On my long walks around a few Medieval towns which still maintain their old-world charm, I felt the importance of this icon and its place in fashion. It was nearly impossible not to be seduced by its shine and luminosity. I walked into a tiny store filled with silk scarves in all colors imaginable and waited until one of them called my attention. Its soft pink shades were shining and inviting. I tried on many, but I kept coming back to my first choice. The owner, a lovely woman in her fifties, looked at me and said: “I believe the right scarf found you.” It was clear what I had to do.
As with so many things in life, I see now that the love affair between my French scarf and me was pure destiny. Medieval roads lead me to it. Now I am home and I wear it with pride and let it take me back to beautiful memories of an extraordinary trip, full of discovery, charm, and glamour.
“When I was four years old — I was designing for dolls all the time. That’s all I wanted to do. My parents were designers and had a ready-to-wear company in Paris, so I grew up in the studio. The idea of working for films was difficult, so I really had to fight for it, but I did what I wanted. You always do what you want, when you want, if you’re determined enough to achieve it.” – Harry Potter costume designer, Jany Temime
These inspirational words belong to costume designer Jany Temime, who came to the Harry Potter film series during the third film, “The Prisoner of Azkaban“, and designed costumes for the remaining six films. This fashion designer, who grew up in Paris in the 1960s and 1970, spent her Saturdays at the studio of her parents’ ready-to-wear company, designing sweaters on the side for pocket cash, would eventually create the dark world of magic in the most world-beloved series – Harry Potter. Did she have any idea of the magnitude of its popularity? “At the time, I didn’t realize how important it was. Thank God, because if [I had] I would have been completely paralyzed and incapable of doing anything. It’s now that I realize what a nerve it [hit].” Continue reading
Stylist extraordinaire and person with exquisite taste, Kim Naci, gave me one assignment after helping me clean out my closet; get myself a black a-line skirt! There is no single piece of clothing that looks as flattering on every body type. A-lines are the Goldilocks of fashion: not too full, not too tight … but just right! My skirt of choice is Theory. Kim’s goal to help me “be the master of my own closet” started with this single A-line skirt addition. Now, I have so many choices and new outfits. I say, find yourself an a-line skirt and build your wardrobe and your self-esteem!
Photos: Kendra Olson