First and foremost, welcome to Privilege. My wonderful readers and I are happy to have you join us. For what type of conversation, you might ask?
Mostly about clothing. Sometimes I’ll bring you a list of finds, objects of desire. That perfect pair of finely-woven khakis for example, or a review of the J. Crew Field Jacket in olive. Sometimes I’ll put up outfit photos, i.e. pictures of me in, um, clothes. I still find that a little embarrassing, but it is the best way to convey my approach to style, and let you know how, and if, it all comes together. Often we’ll discuss workwear. Let’s be clear, business casual is the devil. Just as often, we’ll talk about clothes for midlife, as we refuse to disappear, but are not yet ready for oversized red sunglasses and a purple hat.
Always, however, about style in the context of cultural expectations, interspersed with analysis of how we feel as we dress and move through our communities.
Finally, every Saturday morning I sit on my sofa and write about whatever comes up. As a mother, often my kids are on my mind, even though they are grownups. As a person, well, there’s always the meaning of life. Or frozen peas. Or iPhones. That’s the import of Privilege – it’s good to have the luxury of thought.
But I’ve been a devotee of style since I was a teenager. Anyone who had a preppy phase will remember the multi-color striped Shetland crewneck of 1978. Or maybe you never left preppy behind. As a young woman in London and Manhattan, I took ill-advised risks with wide candy-pink patent leather belts, and bet more wisely on Rei Kawakubo and other Upper West Side trends. You also, perhaps, shake your head over past fashion missteps, and remember the things you got right.
Now I am a fan of Quiet Dressing with Impact, of Classic with an Edge. I appreciate luxury, but it’s got to invite dignity to the party. And, in conclusion, we will cheer loudly whenever we find comfortable shoes that don’t look like foot-muffins. Welcome. Style, in my opinion, is worthy of as many neural synapses as art, literature, and anything else that doesn’t feed the hungry or cure the sick.
Note: Credit for my profile photo on the home page goes to Emilia-Jane Photography