Lunch in St. Tropez, Fall Fashion
Surfeited San Francisco BureauAnnie Wilson ( you didn't know here?) has a fantastic blog about the good life. She has that great American talent, derived from Tom Wolfe and perhaps filtered by David Brooks of encapsulating our experiences through the consumer choices that we make. Imagine three hundred of the best catalogs run through a shredder and dumped onto the Golden Gate Bridge as glorious confetti over a parade. In a post about the indulgent life, the prose has the lilt and languor we love (at our peril) here.
There is a lunch I had one Sunday in a tiny seaside café in St. Tropez... My friend Alexandra and I drove in from Aix-en-Provence for lunch and a day at the beach. It was April, and the town was quiet, full of the locals no one ever sees come August; our café was quieter still - far from the Vieux Port at the side of a small square. Even our impoverished studenthood allowed us the most tender housemade pasta, and a huge plate of garlicky Provençal mussels, which, I was convinced, had been neatly plucked from the rock in the sea only a few feet away. I remember the sunshine, the crisp, cold white wine, the orange and ochre of the stucco buildings, and the delight at having recently met my first wild peacock. - Annie Wilson
But it seems her true love is fashion.
Fall is every true fashion lover’s favorite season. The tweeds, the wools, the cashmere, the deep hues of rust, chocolate, olive, and aubergine… And not to mention the suede pumps and knee-high boots. It’s time to dive into the autumnal luxury and get yourself something new. Even though I’m long out of a uniform, I am still inclined to go get new saddle shoes and a fresh set of Pee Chees. The crispy edge to the air, the golden-hued light showing a lower sun in the sky – everyone seems inclined to layer. Where a month ago you were wilting in a sloppy peasant skirt, you now walk tall in a polished top coat and shiny t-strap pumps…It’s time to renew, refresh, and wrap up in something gorgeous. - Annie Wilson
Yes. For those of us who give into these trivialities Fall is a welcome time for fashion. Haven't we grown tired of flip flops and cargo shorts? The sweat that glistens on her exposed lower back just where the camisole ends was alluring in May, charming in June - but is now depressing. I want a breeze at night that makes us look for a street corner to hide behind so we can keep talking. I keep leaning back like I'm about to leave and she keeps leaning in and we have no idea how we are going to escalate physical contact until it is okay to kiss. Or at least fall always bring these thoughts to my mind. Click on that, I loved writing that post.
Michael Brendan Dougherty
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