The “White” Stuff

There are three people I want to meet before I die: Jane Pratt, Wes Anderson and Tom Wolfe. When I found out Wolfe would be at the Miami Book Fair, I got that waking-up-on-Christmas-morning-and-running-to-the-tree-to-see-my-new-bike/Barbie castle/puppy rush every kid gets on December 25. I’ve admired Wolfe since college, where I studied his work. He’s a rule-breaker, a game-changer, the father of new journalism. In short, he is a genius. Just read The Electric Kool-Ade Acid Test.

Here’s what else I love about Wolfe: His style. He rocks a white suit everywhere he goes. He’s been doing it since the ’60s. The Southern gentleman, who wrote a letter to my professor, also composes all his correspondence in calligraphy. (I mean of course he does. I’m sure he does it with a plumed pen, too.) Taking a page from Wolfe’s signature style, I put together this inspired look.

{Jill Stuart white linen suit. Sosie top. Eugenia Kim for Target fedora. H&M flower, Fifi & Elvis shoes.}

Wolfe will be in town on November 11 at 6 p.m. to open the Book Fair and promote his documentary Tom Wolfe Gets Back to Blood, which takes a look at life on our plot of sand and will be shown after at 8 p.m. I’ll be the one in the front row screaming like the crazed Justin Bieber fan.