Foulard de la semaine

Scarf as the Main Attraction. I love how this shows off the colors, yet I’m not comfortable with wearing this way. Halfway through the day I end up re-tying it so that there’s not so much of it.

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14 Comments

  1. I love those colors! I was struck by the image you posted 10/29, with the scarf tied in a similar way, but notice that the bottom part ends above her waist. So maybe just tying it higher at the back would take out some of the excess. Maybe too much flowing with the jacket, the 10/29 picture has a more tailored blazer.

  2. Sal – it’s definitely out of my “neatness” comfort zone!

    duchesse – I think I need to gather it up a bit and wear under a more fitted jacket as rita suggested.

    LBR – I think it only works in fashion spreads and catalogs!

  3. rita – those are two great suggestions and I’m going to try both next time.

    stylespy – I’ll try that one too!

    wendyb – thanks! It’s not often I find a scarf where every single color works so well.

  4. sue – yes, I’m afraid it will end up functioning as a bib when I sip my coffee… not good!

    Miss Janey – think I’m going to leave this one for the style editors.

  5. Polly-vous – yes, isn’t amazing? When we were in Paris last month I was feverishly foulard-watching and taking mental notes. What really impresses me is how effortless they make it look, that “just threw it on” thing that looks great every time.

  6. I was sitting in a cafe at Ecole Militaire the other day, and each of the Parisiennes walking by (evening rush-hour time) had a scarf tied or draped or flung in her own distinctive style. Like snowflakes, no two were alike!