I’m going to go off here for a minute, so bear with me. You know what really grinds my gears? Dress codes. Specifically those little specificities printed at the bottom of invitations. I am going to an event tonight and the dress is “black tie optional.” WTF does that even mean? Isn’t pretty much every day “black tie optional?” I mean like right now, for instance. As I sit here writing away, I am wearing an old t-shirt and pajama bottoms. While my wardrobe offers many beautiful choices, I opted to dress like a slob. Why? Because black tie is optional. As it always is. This is not saying, of course, that I am against dress codes. Quite the contrary. I think they are a necessary indicator of the tone of the event. My issue, however, arises from both the ambiguity and creative liberties the hosts seem to take when it comes to clothing. Pick a lane. Do I need to wear a gown or don’t I? I had an invite the other day where the dress stated “Argentinean festive.” Seriously? A kicky cocktail dress isn’t enough? Now I have to dress like a South American, too? It makes me wonder when it stops being a dress code and starts becoming a costume party. In honor of convoluted style advice, I took it upon myself to wear an evening gown at the beach. Which proves my point. Charity ball, beach day, it doesn’t matter. Every day is black tie optional.
Cacharel lace gown (similar $$, similar $$$), Kelly Wearstler ball cuff (similar $), Artelier World Cuff, XIV Karats necklace (similar $$$$), Catbird, XIV Karats and ginette_ny rings (similar), Julie Hewett lipstick in Belle Noir
Photos by Michele LoBosco