Summer Friday's here. Three little words with the uncanny ability to bring you to tears of pure joy. Three little words that parallel the exuberant thrill of another big-three-worder: Barneys Warehouse Sale. Three little words that share the saving grace of a hydratingly-dehydrating, financially-draining Grande Iced Coffee habit. Alright, you get the Polaroid.
Anywhoo... so Summer Friday means that you're tired, you're lazy and you're jumping on the Hamptons Jitney at 2 pm on the dot so there is absolutely no time for fuss or szush this morning. From your crammed cubicle on the West Side to Westhampton, this outfit is a midsummer's dream. Life is too short to feel like shit even on a Summer Friday, where the temptation to wear a muumuu and look like Ms. Swan is at the greatest peak of the work-week.
Throw on a breezy Zara tuxedo shirt, boyfriend jeans with the right amount of artful distress, Schutz heels with a little bit of bling to put the pep in your step and a straw tote with rainbow chevron that has a whiff of Missoni to it. This outfit is the easy answer to the rhetorical question: "what in the hell of hells do I wear on a day where I could give less than a shit about what I wear?". Shop that kind of magic below: