I’m dedicating this post to my dad, William Luttrell, who died only a few short months ago. This is the first Father’s Day I will celebrate since his passing and I’ve decided to honor him by wearing his clothes. Ok, ok, it’s not the most reverent memorial, but it might be among the most stylish, and I think dad would love it. My dad didn’t overthink his style, but his look was distinct, evolved from a fiercely intelligent and independent spirit that was truly present and grounded and grounding. And I was his “birthday girl” born as I was on the day he turned thirty-one. As mom tells it, he was in a pub raising a glass while she and I were doing the hard work of bringing a new soul into the world. Save that grand entrance, my dad was with me every step of the way. He was my counselor, my rock, my guide, my hero. I should miss him terribly, and some days I do, but when I look for the truth, I know he is still with me. These trousers were custom made for my dad in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania in 1968. They’ve held up nicely and on me play at the drop crotch trend. I think he’d be happy to see them finding this stylish second act. Happy Father’s Day dad.
Mom and dad on their wedding day, 1968, Dar es Salaam, Tanzania
I want to travel, and I’ll give you one guess where to. That’s right, Paris! But barring that, London is next on my list. My hubby has never been and it tops his must-visit agenda. The last time I was there I was five and my seven-year-old erstwhile host was demanding I show him mine as a fair reciprocation for his unwelcome share. Shudder. Moving on, I’m ready to make new memories in the British capital. I want to stroll Knightsbridge and Notting Hill, shop high street and have a staring contest with a Beefeater. I want to live like Gwyneth Paltrow one day and Kate Moss the next. Make a pilgrimage to Harrods and to the mecca of fast fashion, aka the Topshop flagship. High tea and underground pubs. You get the idea. Now admittedly I don’t yet have a travel date on the calendar, but what I do have is this nifty T-shirt my sister, Rachel Luttrell, brought back for me from her last trip across the pond. I’m working the “we manifest what we focus on” angle here. Vegan leather leggings from American Apparel and a sample shoe from Creative Recreation’s one-off women’s collection round out the “I’m rolling with Vivienne Westwood’s crew” look. Stay tuned for updates from the front lines of my real, and imagined, travels!
Let me begin with an admission of truth; I have always hated palazzo pants. There. I’ve said it. Whew! It is, therefore, with a certain degree of dismay that I’ve watched them rise in popularity of late. Now, I’m not one to jump on bandwagons and ride off mindlessly chasing trends in spite of myself, but some of the palazzos I’ve been seeing have turned my naysaying head. Cut to my latest closet shop (this is where I dig into the recesses of my wardrobe and discover a piece of clothing anew), where I unearthed this pair of Louis Verdad tuxedo trousers. Some might argue their palazzo-authenticity, but for me, the wide leg gets me as close to the trend as I’m currently comfortable. And what’s not to love about a tuxedo pant? If you don’t own any, it’s time. What Marlene Dietrich started Amanda Garrigus and her merry band of blog-loving friends will carry forward! But let’s get back to the palazzo, what’s your stance on the billowy pant?