I am by no means an athlete. Yes, I once danced with a ballet company. And I do teach Pilates. Not to mention that my exercise routine, especially as of late, borders on fanatical. But, throw me a ball and both hands will fly up. Not in anticipation of the catch, but to protect what my boxing coaches call my “Moneymaker.” (I have not determined whether they are referring to my face or my brain. Maybe the fact that this is indeterminate is my answer.) Anyhow! My point being that while I may be fit, I wouldn’t call myself a jock. One clue to my unathleticism? The fact that I am known to choose my activities based on their apparel. I have bright pink boxing gloves. And I love the look of a pair of satin pointe shoes. But, far and away, tennis is the best dressed sport. I can’t get enough of the short skirts and crisp whites. Though I haven’t played in years, that doesn’t stop me from throwing on a tennis-inspired ensemble every now and again. Even if I miss every single ball, I can still look like I know what I’m doing off the court.
Vintage dress (similar $, similar $$), Bensimon tennis sneakers, Clare Vivier Petit Duffle, Kelly Wearstler bracelet (similar, similar), bodychain (similar $, similar $$), Artelier World Cuff, XIV Karats necklace (similar $, similar $$$, similar $$$$), Catbird, XIV Karats and ginette_ny rings (similar), Girlactik Matte Lip Paint in Iconic
Photos by Michele LoBosco