If you love it, don’t let it go.
At the risk of sounding like Carrie Bradshaw: Men are like dresses. They’re everywhere! We buy them. We return them. We exchange them. We throw them away. We see them on the street and usually don’t even bat an eyelash. But then there are the ones that are different. The ones you can’t get out of your head. The ones you want. The ones you need. The ones you sacrifice for. With that, let me introduce you to my Givenchy silk dress.
On a humid night in Vegas, I took a stroll to the Givenchy boutique in our hotel lobby. And I stumbled across the dress hanging quietly on the rack. I slipped it on and fell in love instantly. That stomach-flipping, spine-tingling love that only Ricardo Tisci could design. But it came with a hefty price tag. So I bid it adieu, and put it back on the rack.
On a foggy afternoon in San Francisco, I took a stroll to the Barneys sale rack. And I stumbled across the dress, nestled between a Sacai sweater and a Dries Van Noten blazer. Months had passed, but like two lovers stumbling into each other on a street corner, we were reunited once again. Even with a Barney’s discount, it was still a pretty penny to pay. But I took the plunge.
So when you find yourself at the check out counter, battling between your head and your heart, keep the following in mind:
1) Does it make you feel amazing?
Some pieces of clothing transform you. You sit up straighter. You talk differently. You walk differently. If it gives you confidence, get it.
2) Is it versatile?
In my opinion, versatility is the make or break factor for an investment purchase. Can it go from day to night? Meeting to cocktails? Then it’s worth it.
3) Do you long for it?
If you’re not sure, leave it behind. If you find yourself thinking about it a day or two later, then go back and get it.
On a warm night in Brooklyn in 2014, I took a stroll to the bar of my go-to summer nightclub. And I stumbled across a tall Australian wiping a vodka soda off his jeans and cursing. It was his last clean pair before his flight home in seven hours. So he got me a drink and I got him a napkin. And two years later, I found myself booking a spontaneous ticket to Sydney to seek out something I had to put back onto the rack years ago. To my friends bewilderment, I compared my 30-hour journey to trying on an expensive dress you can’t afford. You walk into the fitting room praying that it looks terrible on you. But then, to your incredible inconvenience, it fits like a glove. So, do you buy it?
photos by Javier Oddo
makeup & hair by Betsy Elisa