This is the official South Fucking Florida Shirt, hoodies, tank top, long sleeves, sweatshirt and v-neck tee
I had the good sense to hold on to a red and white cloqué minidress that predates my arrival on earth by several years, and a Made in India caftan that followed it by about the same amount of time. Sadly, the Earth Shoes that my mom wore with the caftan didn’t make it beyond my first Brooklyn apartment. Later this year, when Ryan Murphy’s Halston series starts airing on May 14, I plan on pulling out of deep storage her black Halston III caftan, its polyester fabric as ageless and indestructible as when she bought it—what?—35, 40 years ago, and taking it for a spin. Thank you, mom.
We’ve all seen the reluctant photos of the whole brood in matching Hanna Andersson Christmas pajamas, and while I’m a big fan of that family ritual, there are updates to be made to the so-called Mommy-and-Me trend. I’ve hereby rechristened it Family Fashion, because it need not apply strictly to Mommy, and who is the Me, anyway?.The trouble, of course, is that 20-or-so year cycle. It takes a couple of decades for old clothes to look fresh to new eyes. Lacking space, foresight, and a daughter to want them (my 12-year-old son sticks with Vans these days) I’ve let go of my own things. But hanging alongside my store-bought vintage dresses are a couple of cherished Nancy Phelps originals too meaningful to part with.
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