I bought a belt

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Isabel Marant Khaki Lecce belt

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I’m not a belt person. Hold on, does such a person even exist? Anyhow, I’ve owned belts before but I’ve never been excited about belts the way I get excited about shoes, bags, watches or even scarves… Plus everything I used to wear was oversized and shapeless – basically potato sacks. Go ahead, ask my husband, he’ll tell you. Need further proof? Check out this past post. Potato sacks, the reason why I never really felt the need for a nice belt before.

That being said, the past five years have tested my love of potato sacks: my body had started to change pre-baby and continued on changing post-baby. Have no fear: I’m not here to vilify my body. It is what it is: I’ve gained weight. And now I fully understand the need to – actually no, the power of a defined waist.

I guess I should have named this post “I invested in a designer belt for my birthday” because I definitely spent more on it than I should have. But since one only turns forty once… Many have the Loewe Obi belt on their wish list – the ultimate waist cincher if you ask me. However I do not have Loewe money. Plus, that belt can’t be that comfortable seating down. That’s why I went with the Isabel Marant Lecce. To no ones’ surprise, it took me forever to decide which colour to go with. I’ve had for 2 months now and I’m still not sure that I pick the right one. Entre bordeaux, khaki, marron et noir, mon coeur vacillait… I ended going with the khaki one. It’s not black, but goes with black. Perfect, right?

So here I am at 40 with an overpriced belt that I’m hoping will cinch my waist back to the early 00s. Here’s to hoping…

“Instead of a buckle, Isabel Marant’s ‘Lecce’ belt coolly fastens with a wraparound knot that makes adjusting the size so easy.” – NET-A-PORTER’s editor’s notes

✌🏾 Sergelyne

There Is Apparently No Going Back to the Way It Was

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Last week, Sarah Rutson, a former buyer for Lane Crawford and for Net-a-Porter announced that she was getting rid of about 30 years worth of clothes.

The reasoning behind such a purge? In short, Rutson has said that knowing that there will no going back to pre-lockdown times led to the decision to clean out her closet.

All in black – just the way I like my girls.
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But if one must wear colour…
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Enough said.
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When you know, you know.
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I do not get it. She is, as American Vogue Senior Fashion News Writer Emily Farra puts it, an OG street style icon. So lockdown or no lockdown, I cannot imagine parting with such superb pieces of clothing. Don’t Zoom calls have a video option? Why can’t that Givenchy jacket be worn then?

Regardless, she is parting with it and with so much more – it seems like no designer was spared. So if you are on the hunt for some Alber Elbaz-era Lanvin runway pieces (!!), for that infamous red and navy striped Dries Van Noten blazer or for the metallic pink heart-printed Gucci skirt pictured above, check out The RealReal in a few weeks.

That being said, if you are like me and cannot afford any of it, but you still want to better understand the logic behind such a massive closet cleanup, I suggest reading Farra’s interview with Rutson for American Vogue.

The In Crowd…

Yesterday, I received this from The Net Set:

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Oh my, I just made it seem like I was hand-picked to be part of the “in” crowd. I wasn’t. I had to beg to be let in, well the 2015 version of begging: when you have to download an app, leave your email address and then wait and see if you”ll be accepted by whatever select club you want into. I highly doubt that Poppy Delevingne or Julia Restoin Roitfeld pleaded to be let in, only to be made to wait while a committee pondered on whether or not their admittance would be granted. Everyone knows that if you have to beg, you don’t belong. Which probably explains why I  had to wait. In fact, I had to wait so long that I had actually forgotten that I had asked to be considered for entry into this social network. So upon reading the email, I asked myself: “Why? Why do you even want to be a part of this?”. Instagram and Pinterest should be enough: I get to see what the beautiful people are doing and wearing. I get to daydream and imagine what my Fall wardrobe will look like. So really, why do I need to see what people are “browsing (and buying) from Net-a-Porter’s current stock”? Especially since we all know that I can’t compete on that level…

But have no fear, I got over the self-doubt really quickly and activated the code: I might not be on the market for a new Fendi Peekaboo tote, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t be – ahem – happy when someone else buys one.