Two friends and I traveled to Williamstown and North Adams, MA to visit the Clark Art Institute and the Mass MOCA.
At the Clark, they have shawls for people who might be cold from the air conditioning, rather an unusual offering for a museum. At Mass MOCA we were treated to quite the maze of exhibits, including three floors of Sol LeWitt, and two gigantic birds made out of industrial waste.
It wasn't until I got home and downloaded this photo on my computer, taken in Wilmington, Vermont, on our way to Marlboro for the music festival, that I realized that I was wearing consignment clothing. I tried to dress comfortably, and once again consignment clothing came in quite handy. The shirt is from a consignment shop in Angoulême France, and is a "Comptoir des Cotonniers" brand. The linen skirt is from a new consignment shop on West Broadway in Soho, New York City. The sweater I bought on sale at the Gap years ago. I like the way it brightens up an otherwise darkish outfit.
Normally I would have worn my new bad assed Doc Martens sandals that I had brought back from Portland, Oregon. But somehow, they're like boa constrictors because they seem to progressively tighten up around the front of the foot. So I opted for sneakers instead.
We ended up having a light supper in Wilmington, Vermont, before finishing the day at the Marlboro Music Festival. While watching people file into the auditorium, I caught a glimpse of a tall older woman whom I had spotted back at the Clark earlier that day. I want to make a blog entry that consists of older women who know how to pull together an outfit that makes age look elegant. Her silver hair was cropped at the neck, she wore a loose linen blouse and white pants if I remember correctly. I think she also had a shawl. Bill Cunningham remarks that air conditioning is dictating fashion. Hence my red sweater...
