on the street: the hooded cape

On December 10, 2013 by theseventhsphinx


A charcoal heather tweed hooded cape at that great upper-mid thigh length.

I think we also have some fingerless leather gloves going on here, and a recent trip to Benefit*. I approve all around.

*And, by chance, some of the least flattering backdrops Back Bay has to offer. I kind of like the alley/dumpster backdrop, though. There’s a weird contrast there. I’m also kind of liking how only her knee is in focus. 


OK, so, yes. There is something not quite convenient about capes and cloaks. Less flexibility of movement, sometimes, not so warm as a snug design, can be awkward to carry bags, especially if you like to make use of your shoulders, etc. But it is easy to throw them on over a bulky sweater, or over another jacket for that matter, and I find them well suited to the transitional seasons when it’s cold enough to need some kind of outerwear but not quite time for a hat and gloves. And just look. All of the cons are like so many puffs of smoke when you see one in action. Especially, especially one with a hood. Which I want now very much.

weekend distraction: it’s all in the details

On November 16, 2013 by theseventhsphinx


This is, without a doubt, the coolest tag I have come across, and possibly the best safety pin ever.

I really must find a worthy use for this safety pin.

This utilitarian, strategically weathered ensemble is the price/product ID tag for the leather jacket* I got at AllSaints. There, for unabashedly staggering prices, you can find a great industrial chic aesthetic rendered in some of the softest and most luxurious fabrics around. The hefty price surely paid, in part, for this beautiful tag, but I find myself applauding AllSaints for it. This is branding and cohesive vision at its best.

*which will show you soon. It was so, so worth it.

Have you seen their storefront on Newbury Street? A massive matrix of vintage Singer sewing machines.



on the street: the white shirt

On November 12, 2013 by theseventhsphinx


Making a mental note that white is especially vibrant on an overcast day.

on the street: hipster lite

On October 29, 2013 by theseventhsphinx


Hipster, like feminist, is a term with many variations of meaning. I use it here with an emphasis on the incorporation of unconventional or ‘edgy’/conspicuous elements, the use of color and individual accents. I think a look like this shows how visible just dipping one’s toe in the hipster waters can be. Color, distinct glasses, hair just slightly shorter on the sides and longer on the top than the norm, tattoos. It’s relaxed, even unkempt here and there, but there is just enough of a sense of purposefulness to make it a bit interesting. And it’s not too interesting (not too styled, though that can be a cool look too)…just OK, nice, comfortable.

I like that balance of clothes looking put-together (not necessarily polished but chosen purposefully) as well as made for living in.

on the street: the bowtie

On October 3, 2013 by theseventhsphinx

It may be a function of spending more time in Cambridge than in Boston, but it’s not at all uncommon to see a bowtie around here, whether it’s a traditional or a personalized take. I pretty much enjoy them every time, but especially as a light formal touch on a mature man (where by mature I mean 40+, or maybe younger if they happen to have graying hair*). Maybe because it evokes that rumpled-yet-formal academic look I tend to like?

*which can be so elegant, to my eye.


There’s no reason bowties can’t be worn in this easy way, no reason they have to feel outdated or theatrical. This gentleman is a great example of how effective adding a small, modest element like this can be. The absence of a vest or blazer and the simple white buttoned shirt, the slightly rolled sleeves, make it so wearable, so casual to me. Take away the bowtie and he blends into the sea of pedestrians. With it, though, I pause to appreciate. Chapeau to the wearers of bowties.

p.s. The next few posts will seem late as I have decamped to another time zone! San Francisco is beautiful, and I’ve got to go buy a towel. I’ll send you a post card.