Everyone knows that I crush on Olivia Palermo.
Heck, if we were schoolchildren I would have carved our intertwined names into the trunk of a tree and asked if she wanted to go steady. And that’s not to mention dizzily chasing her around the playground for a kiss…
But I have a confession.
In a world teeming with fashion icons, I am often tempted to stray in my affections. My mistress in waiting? Taylor Tomasi Hill.
Described as having a beauty that ‘evokes the delicate subjects favoured by pre-Raphaelite artists’ it is her ethereal mix of porcelain skin and statement auburn hair that provides a feminine counterpoint to the utilitarian, often austere fashions she prefers.
The subdued palette of her clothing acts as a canvas onto which the most audacious melange of accessories are painted. Skyscraper YSL Imperiale boots. Art deco necklaces. Bohemian scarves. Norma Kamali cat-eye sunglasses. An uberfierce mish-mash of architectural bracelets. Punkrose leopard print sneakers. Nothing is too much.
Indeed, her bon mot when dressing might be summed as ‘Never underestimate the power of opulent accessories’ and each piece is blended with the fearless insouciance one can expect from the Style and Accessories director at US Marie Claire.
Said to adore shepherd’s pie and use her kitchen as a makeshift second closet, this is a girl I can get on board with.
But shhhh, don’t tell Olivia…