Explosions of Color

In her recent entry for NY Times Critical Shopper column,

Cintra Wilson stopped by the newly refurbished Lily Pulitzer store on 

Madison Ave in NYC.

The self professed queen of darkness, 

appearing at the store in an all-black outfit, she writes, felt like "attending a children’s birthday party in a latex ski mask." She's charmed by the baby clothes and the vintage rack, where dresses come with notes from previous owners about wearing them while riding bikes in Martha's Vineyard. The menswear, however, is just too much for her. Representative quote: "The second floor was also home to some absolutely terrifying sport jackets for men. I imagined it was what Anita Bryant's linen closet would have looked like after Hurricane Andrew: violent mangos, pinks and aquamarines starched into jackets of such female bedspread intensity they might cause even Ricardo Montalbán to run toward the volcano."

Here is a taste...

WES ANDERSON movies and J. D. Salinger novels both portray hyper-colorized worlds of civilized affluence. The characters are all a little too wonderful, attractive and brilliant to be believed — and they’re all a bit unstrung by their passions for sport or religion or art or each other.

Let us take this feverish color palette and apply it to casual resort-wear. Envision the mescaline rapture of a tropical morning on an infinite golf course. Mirrored beads of dew steaming into the soft turquoise heat. The loving family is educated, earnest and perfumed by chlorine and sunblock.
For the rest of the article and it is very witty, I promise.

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