Cintra Wilson’s piece about visiting the Lilly Pulitzer store made me laugh and remember my first summer on Nantucket where it was all pink and puce giraffe prints and no irony. Here’s and excerpt from her story Lilly Pulitzer: Fashion With a Colorful Narrative [NYT]

“The second floor was also home to some absolutely terrifying sport jackets for men. I imagined it was what Anita Bryant’s linen closet would have looked like after Hurricane Andrew: violent mangos, pinks and aquamarines starched into jackets of such female bedspread intensity they might cause even Ricardo Montalbán to run toward the volcano. I asked for help from Jessica Stoller, a wry minx with turquoise eyes to match her cardigan. “What kind of men buy these jackets?” I asked. “Mobsters? Gay guys? Gay mobsters? Game-show hosts?” She assured me the jackets were extremely popular and left my mind to wander about the ramifications of this for society at large.”

Full disclosure, when Conrad was too young to protest I dressed him in pink swimming trunks with green tigers. He looked like a regular at Surfside.

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