I just entered Abercrombie & Fitch, NYC Flagship store, for the first time. Help! Barrage of music, slinky lighting, congealed masses of who can only be called teeny-boppers.. It's like Ralph Lauren (what is this awful WASP thing in clothes - not a polo, but a MOOSE) put through the washing cycle and Never-Ironed. One wanted OUT (of store)! And yet, and yet... one fell under the (a) spell. College -letters - sweatshirts - how to stay warm without a coat. And - Everything is very Soft. It's as if the whole country now wants to wear fabric that's the consistency of worn pyjamas. (Actually, Abercrombie Soft Banner seems to be shoving my beloved Patrick Robinson of GAP in the soft direction. GAP fabrics are wonderful right now.)
And I did, fall in love, in Abercrombie, in a cyclone of heavy thump thump teen lyric soundtrack, with a Sweater. Like gray sweatshirt, with buttons up to a cowl neck that keeps on buttoning, and TIES to keep one's neck sealed. Very very soft.
MODAL has entered our lives, as part of a blend.
All clothes pieces all have weird names - even one camisole had MY name - Kendall. Just a cotton camisole.. in many colors (actually it's on the Clearance portion of the website).
Here's the sweater from the store, if I can figure out how to swipe the image...
No, not now, later.
--E.
