As I briefly mentioned yesterday, I attended the Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic over the weekend. It was fun to get all gussied up during the day; usually events that call for women in fancy dresses and men in suits happens after the sun goes down, which doesn’t really lend itself to style watching. After I whittled my own outfit choices down from “every single thing in my closet” to a simple white silk number, I made my way – by ferry, then foot – to the game’s grounds, at Liberty State Park.
By some terrible lapse in security, I was even invited to the VIP area, where I got to hobnob with the ritziest of the event’s attendees. Let me tell you, you don’t know how the other half lives until you’ve seen them bust a move on the dance floor to Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe” after a few too many glasses of Veuve.
Most of all, it got me really excited about guys in white for summer. On women,the color can sometimes lend an air of naiveté or innocence (the ruffles on my dress and baby doll cut probably didn’t do me any favors in that regard), but on guys the shade just Always. Looks. Slick. Slick like the Kennedy family at Hyannis Port. Slick like summering in the south of France. Slick like polo matches in the Saturday sun.
I think guys are hesitant to wear white because, well, it’s white. I know I shuddered just thinking about all the ways I could come home with a no-longer-so-white dress, but that’s the wrong attitude to wear white. You just have to remind yourself that you’re a grown-up who manages to get through most of life without spilling food or drink on yourself, then hope for the best. Indeed, all these men were running around stomping divets and drinking rosé without a care about grass stains or the spectre of overturned glasses.
Also, I stole a girl’s hat (well, she let me try it on, but I probably should have given it back quicker than I did) and have decided I am definitely a hat person. Hers came from Brooks Brothers but of course everything on their site now looks like it belongs at the Diamond Jubilee, placed squarely on the queen’s head. Once I find something close, get ready for Style Girlfriend à la chapeau a lot more often this summer.