The Lady Who Lunches
This title is misleading, as I’m definitely not one of the ladies who lunch – I work, I’m not rich, I don’t spend my days shopping and I haven’t had a proper lunch for weeks. What’s even more important, being a lady like that is not something I’ve ever aspired to: it’s pretty much the opposite of my ideal woman. Not that I mind a spot of shopping or eating, but I would be terrified if that was it.
As a style reference, however, I have always found ‘ladies who lunch’ quite useful. I don’t associate it with a specific look, but with a general aesthetic: expensive-looking; polished; feminine, but not sexy; lots of white and beige and some pastels. You can do all these things in a modern way, but I always imagine a lunching lady to be conservatively dressed – possibly because the concept itself seems to me terribly old-fashioned.
This genre has its uses, as there are occasions when I feel that looking like I have more money than I actually do is a good thing. These situations are limited and quite similar in nature: visiting an expensive boutique, eating in an extremely posh, traditional restaurant and checking in at a luxury hotel. I know I shouldn’t care and most of the time I sincerely don’t, but I am not perfect and there are moments when I have no energy to deal with the contempt of snobby waiters. Especially if I have not chosen the place myself and am there on someone else’s terms – in a work situation, for example -, I personally feel that dressing like a American socialite from the past can be helpful.
To pull it off, you don’t need to spend on high-end brands (although a bag with the right logo never hurts), but quality fabrics are a must. Cashmere, silk, tweed, the usual suspects. A good bag, great shoes – again, if they are good quality and in a classic shape, they don’t have to be Hermes. Keep the cuts simple and the colour palette restrained and unlike with most looks these days, you can go matchy-matchy – the aim is not to look fashionable, but elegant and pulled together.
This concept also demands good hair, good skin and good nails. A great blow-dry more than makes up for the lack of the designer handbag. I would go with neutral make-up and nails, but apply everything very, very carefully. This might also be the time to use some powder, I have a feeling that The Ladies don’t have shiny foreheads. And the scent: I think Chanel Beige is ideal. First, it’s called Beige. Second, it’s an extremely expertly done floral that smells refined and is almost impossible to dislike, but it’s not avant-garde by any means.
On the pictures, I’m wearing a dress and a coat from Aldo Järvsoo’s latest collection. The fabric is beautiful and feels lovely. This set is surprisingly easy to wear, as the shape is forgiving and you just need to pick your shoes and bag and go. To keep it from being too OTT, I’m wearing flats (by Nicholas Kirkwood), no jewelry and for once, I’ve gone for bare legs, to keep it from being too retro.
Not sure I’m fooling anyone else, but I definitely feel like a million dollars. Which is, of course, the point.
You look gorgeous! Kudos to the photographer as well.
I agree with you, sometimes it’s necessary to up your game in certain venues. I’ve become more comfortable doing that these days, although I do find myself perhaps becoming more conservative in my later years. So maybe I’m not becoming more “appropriate” but just fussy instead. 😉
Thank you! My boyfriend took the pictures and I’ve just decided to call him J from now on, as it’s strange to say ‘boyfriend’ when you’ve lived together for so long. And there is no way I’m going to believe you’re fussy.
I always think that the best pictures are taken by people who love you. That love simply shines through.
Oh, the “boyfriend” thing. Isn’t it incredible that we haven’t come up with something better? Maybe we could revive “consort” or “sidekick”. 😉
I stuck with “boyfriend” for a while, then switched to “partner” but acquaintances were uncomfortable and announced that made it seem like I was gay. So what? Then there are all the acronyms that probably will die out or simply sound weird and make zero sense when translated . Now I am a “widow” which is the best I can come up with and hope that I don’t have to explain it was “just” my boyfriend/partner/significant other/bff who died. I hope that eventually we’ll figure this one out, and it’s pretty amazing we haven’t yet. Yet hope reigns supreme. 🙂
You are right, it really is strange. I guess the most accurate would be to say “my love”, but people would probably find it too pretentious, even if it’s not intended to be.