Though I've mentally packed half my wardrobe, I'm not convinced that I might not stumble on a few dozen grand and find myself free to pluck a few a few confections from the shops on 5th Avenue. In the event, I'll be well prepared:
And when the emerald sea beckons, I'll be set.
Forgive me for having a Lanvin moment. Though these looke are from Resort 2011 (old hat by now), I'm still enthralled. As I get older, I find myself drawn to shapes and styles that a bit more timeless than in the past. Maybe I'm saying that because I've gotten SO tired of the biker chic all-black ensembles with torn jeans and mohawks we saw for at least a year too long. Regardless, I do appreciate a gorgeous finished piece, and it never hurts to actually look like a woman.
Back to the photos: The white shirtdress has a bit of an artist smock thing going on. Museum worthy, yes. I'm ready to encase myself in it and make my way down the cool halls of the Musee d'Orsay.
Lanvin's last look here sums it all up for me: the flow of some foreign breeze, the time to enjoy it. Effortless-looking and gorgeous.
But really, what vacation wouldn't be complete without a little nudity and dark socks with sandals? Alexander Wang does not disappoint.
And finally, thanks to Jason Wu, I'd have the baddest airport outfit in all of Charles de Gaulle. Note the hands in the pockets, shoulders slightly piqued, as if to say, "Is it time to leave already?"