French Sole sisters
Viral ballet flat shopping, Worldpeace DMT handbags
Happy Memorial Day weekend and welcome back to the State of the Union, a column as casual and elegant as a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans in the ‘70s. It’s been a while since I did one of these — as a small media operator I am always experimenting.
I’m writing to you from the bus to Rhode Island, which is in large part occupied by Brown Class of 2021 (at least they’re a vocal minority). It’s their five-year college reunion this weekend. While waiting in line in the underground bus hall at Port Authority, I overheard small talk about debut books being sold in London, “consulting wasn’t for me,” living in Park Slope, being in med school, and pivoting back to design. These conversations reminded me of the international school kid accent.
This week, the State of the Union is…
Pro: Blister bandaids, hole-y t-shirts worn down like a baby blanket, daily chocolate chip cookie (Mother and expecting mother Rachel Seville Tashjian is on the same page), skinny French pedicure (thanks Ch’lita)
Anti: Putting off a haircut
The sorority of shopping…
I was on the Upper East Side and decided to pay a visit to French Sole, the tiny shoe cupboard which recently went viral for being Audrey Hepburn’s ballet flat dealer (this is confusing to me because their tagline is “the original ballet flat since 1983,” only ten years before Audrey’s death, but she was sophisticated until the end…).