Designer collections are hard to keep track of these days. “Spring/summer” and “fall/winter” are relatively straightforward, conceptually-speaking, except now we also have “pre fall”, which is straining my grasp of the calendar. And, of course, we have “resort” as well. I have to admit, I love the concept of “resort” clothing — at least as I’ve decided to interpret it. I’m not sure where or how the clothes designed as part of “resort” collections are meant to be worn — seeing as how they tend to be utterly fabulous and completely impractical for 99% of the lives of 99% of the population — but I like to imagine that there are people out there who find it natural to lounge around in a Stella McCartney schmatta (I use that term figuratively because, of course, Stella doesn’t do schmattas … and if she did, they would be fabulous) on the deck of their yacht moored in Saint Tropez. Or, you know, who organize their travel plans to fit the mood of Chanel’s latest resort collection, even if it means vacationing in the Sahara or Siberia, as the case may be. [Because I totally would, if I could.]
But even a peon like me occasionally needs a version of “resort” attire suited, of course, to her more down-market vacation plans. Fortuitously, I came across my quintessential “resort” dress a week before my recent vacation. It’s everything I’ve always wanted in a garment of this kind — colourful, flashy and easy to pack. It’s perfect for a romantic dinner at an ocean-front restaurant and maybe (if the drinks are plentiful) a bit of dancing later.
The sleeves are great in case of any late-night breezes, no jacket necessary. I think it’s got a cool 60s, vaguely Pucci-esque vibe to it (though it’s merely Laundry), which is pretty good considering it set me back less than $20 (Vespucci’s was having its season-end sale).
Especially since it got me mistaken for a celebrity. I kid you not. This one:
No, I am not Bryce Dallas Howard … and, judging by her picture, I’m not sure how anyone could have been mistaken. I’m sure Bryce Howard is, like, “bitch, please”. However, in defence of the lovely couple who fell into error, it was dark … and my dress was pretty awesome.