Wednesday, July 22, 2009

What Shoes To Wear With Khaki?

I can't go on and on about how khaki without proposing some solutions to the shoe problem. It wouldn't be responsible. Not the done thing.


Because khaki was, originally, military, I recommend that you stay away from navy. Stay away from green. Shun primaries. Shoes with reddish undertones look best, brown, purple, oxblood. Metallic sandals in the right context (see?). And black. Nothing sharper than a pair of black shoes with khaki. For work, black perfect loafers, khaki pants, black alligator belt, black cashmere top. Sharp. Makes my mouth water to think about it.

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Thursday, July 16, 2009

Since We're Friends...

If I really needed to call this khaki, you'd let me, right?


Such a benign form of madness. No harm, no foul. The small and the innocent are safe. All is still right when you wake up in the darkness.

I knew you'd understand.

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Miu Miu via style.com

P.S. And no I wouldn't wear black tights, no matter how embellished. This is where I'd wear the infamous metallic sandals. Gold even. Ha!

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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

And They Sometimes Call It Nude

But we, we know it's khaki. It could be shorts.


Or a dress.

But either way you can wear the "nude" with this bracelet for a touch of the my-great-great-uncle-studied-remote-tribes-in-Africa look that Banana Republic and J. Peterman revered. And Hollister Hovey espouses today.


And if you do, as long as everything else is played down, you will get the High WASP seal of approval, although it may come via a sideways glance.

Just - please - no metallic sandals here.

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Shorts from Urban Outfitters via for me, for you
Dress from Donna Karan via Couture Carrie
Bracelet from Garnet Hill via une femme d'un certain age

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Friday, June 26, 2009

Khakis For The End Of The Week

Khaki is another High WASP all-time favorite color. The best kind of khaki trousers are the kind that show up in your wardrobe, coming from you know not where. Mystery khakis. They belonged to your son, or your daughter's friend. They are a little too big to wear anywhere but home. Walk in the front door, kick off your heels, drop the laptop case, purse, and car keys, go into your bedroom. Off come the navy blue linen pants and the white t-shirt and the work-appropriate bra. Off comes the makeup. Re-emerge in khakis, sane bra, tank top, flip flops. Go pour a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Wander out front and smell the second bloom of roses. Not as sweet as the first, but appreciated for their perseverance.

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