Picnic

I love a good print, obviously, but sometimes a solid color hits the spot.

If that color is green.

Why do I love green so much? It started subconsciously: I flitted about for years, picking up anything that caught my eye, then looked in my closet one day and noticed a preponderance of the grassy stuff. Why is green so much better than red?

I've read that the relationship between your unconscious desires and your conscious mind is like that between a tiger and a monkey riding on its back. The tiger does what it wants, and the monkey thinks he's in control.

I think a real monkey would be scared shitless to be in the same room as a tiger, but taken as metaphor, the image gets at something. Some deep-seated part of my brain wants to wear green. Some reptilian part — maybe that's why! I am unconsciously acting out the urges of a brain stem that misses scales.

Well, there are worse dresses than Picnic to wear while acting out reptilian urges, that is for damn sure.  The fit is divine, and I love the atypical low, square neckline.

The back is interesting, too.

Those straps button to the inside of the bodice.

It's a clever little setup.

Do I picnic in Picnic? No. It feels a little fancy to be mud-adjacent. But the simple, elegant design reminds me of the simple pleasures of dining al fresco.

You bring the cheese, I'll bring the wine...



All photos by Claire Loeb!