Design and Style
Yesterday, along with a busy intersection of South Boston traffic, I paused to watch this family of geese cross the street.
They used the crosswalk!
They trooped across unruffled even though there were (of course, it is Boston after all) a few irritated drivers honking at them, as technically it wasn’t their turn to walk. THEY CAN’T READ THE SIGN, GUYS.
They made it.
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This photo of Diana Ross, (eating a drumstick? In a satin gown and fur trimmed bolero? Looking fabulous, and strangely displaced-yet-not-out-of-place in this rundown background?) struck me instantly. The careless ease of of her, as if she were dressed quite differently. As if she would look equally natural—and by the same token equally compelling—given any background at all, no matter how bizarre (a library, a jungle, a turn of the century parlor, an alien planet).
To own what one wears to this degree – to dress carefully, yes, but after dressing carefully, to henceforth forget about or transcend the clothes entirely and live, we can all aspire to this.
image via pinterest