my ’64 impala

I was recently on the hunt for a pretty puffer (an oxymoron, I’m well aware) that wouldn’t eat me alive and have me lost in a sea of obsidian Michelin men. I searched high and low until I unearthed the last of this beauteous skirted and queen-collared Alice + Olivia number hidden in its respective Saks department. I was hesitant at first, as I already own a cold weather warrior in the houndstooth rendition of this Soia & Kyo shell, but then I discovered something delightful from a friend, Amy, who works for A+O. The designer, Stacey Bendet, is super-petite and crafts the XS/0 to fit her tiny frame! What! Can I please get a ‘hellz yes!’?

(Sidebar: the coat was 40% off. +8 more points for you, second skin!).

One of my lovely BFF’s, Danielle, then validated this investment when she spied me in it for the first time, gasped, and exclaimed, “that’s your New York car!” She went on to explain that, in lieu of the totally sweet rides that LA dwellers make their first impressions with, come wintertime–New Yorkers, on foot and in subway cars, are armored in their cashmere, wools and downs. Vehicular outerwear! Yes!

So, here it is, folks: my black Jetta. Orrr…my Mint car? Err…my bitchin’ Camaro?

No no no, I got it. This coat? It’s my ’64 Impala. Zing!

This childlike satisfaction exhibited on my face comes after my first real Brooklyn egg cream, which is neither eggy, nor creamy, but delivers frothy delight.

Alice + Olivia Blakely Puffer coat, Surface to Air La Perle sweater, BDG Jeans (charcoal), Chelsea Crew shoes, In God We Trust beanie

For more sounds inspired by cars, check this.

((Skee-lo – I Wish))