Sank Roo Doe Noo.
“Those pants, darling. That top. You simply must show Gabrielle.”
This was the first place where women’s wide-legged sailor pants hit the streets, flaunting female empowerment, room to move, and a delicious take on men’s fashion that, per usual, looked entirely superior on the female form.
In Paris in the 1920s, when everything was much better than anything is now, although that is a sentiment that the nostalgia’d intelligentsia voices regularly, there was an establishment where everything was actually better—the patrons, the fashion, even the cocktails (some say this is where the Bloody Mary and the French 75 were invented). It was a transplant from New York City, literally—broken down to the studs and shipped right bank adjacent. It’s still there, although I can’t say it’s quite as good because back then…
Gabrielle is schmoozing with Bogey over brunch.
Then there’s you.
And the room goes quiet.
Sailor Culottes (No. 7262). If you must cover the most intriguing attribute you possess, you’ll do well by these. Cotton twill sailor-style culottes with faux-bib front flap and three decorative buttons across waist. Additional invisible zipper at wearer's left. Falls above the ankle. Two pockets. Imported.