Little Pink Raincoat as an object of freedom, lust and fashion lifestyle in the Big City. This unmistakeably women’s piece of outerwear inspired Gigi Anders to write an awesome book in a style of the TV Series “Sex and the City”. I couldn’t help myself not to write a post about this book, because it is so similar to the theme of my website. I will try to offer you the best selection of the Little Pink Raincoats you can find online and present you the excerpt from the book itself at the same time. You can find some nice description of the ladies outfit combined with the Little Pink Raincoat, and if you are interested to reed the book you will find the link to buy it at the online store.
Jessica Simpson – Asymmetrical Zip Ruffle Front Trench (Blush) Women’s Coat
A little Coco Chanel, a lot Carrie Bradshaw, with a dash of Maureen Dowd—a hip, hilarious collection of mini-profiles in shopping and romantic courage.
From one very fabulous and elusive little pink raincoat (to woo the commitment phobe) to a pair of very persuasive peach panties (gift from a dazzling doc), author Gigi Anders relates her experiences as they deal with her dual obsessions of clothing and men. Here are ten vignettes chronicling ten choice sartorial items and the corresponding boyfriends that would undoubtedly love her stylishly ever after…even if they didn’t.
Featuring items and boyfriends from Anders’s real life, real (extremely jammed) closet, and real bed, Little Pink Raincoat is a very tasty, very funny, universal, uplifting, pop cultural meditation on the things we crave and the lengths we’ll go to get them. Read more..
Pink Trench Slim Lace sweep Double-breasted Trench Coat
Excerpt from the book “Little Pink Raincoat” by Gigi Anders
Suddenly, on the second Sunday of March in 2003, it appeared. My “it” hit me like a coup de foudre, a French lightning bolt. Only it was American. I was zapped by the picture of a model in the “Sunday Styles” of the New York Times, wearing the Gap’s little pink raincoat. Not just any little pink raincoat. No. That would be plebeian. MY little pink raincoat was the cutest, most perfect, most I’ve-got-to-have-you-this-very-second-or-I-will-die-lonely-and-raincoatless little pink raincoat. That’s right. That’s how good it was. It was my rainy day destiny.
Men move me, but not like clothes and accessories do. Or maybe they’re inextricably bound. Even saying “clothes and accessories,” uch, that sounds so ordinary and banal. Can any kiss, any flower, any orgasm—approximate the rush of finding That Perfect Pink Raincoat? I mean the world’s grooviest raincoat. I mean the raincoat of laser-like focus and obsessive desire. The raincoat that stops you cold. The elusive one that once you have it, you feel not just better, but fulfilled, transformed, you’ve arrived more deeply and forever at your best self.
Little Pink Raincoat eBook: Get It Here
Do you understand what I’m talking about? Of course you do. Something that makes you feel scared thinking that if the Times just hadn’t come that one day, you would have missed this. You’d have lost your only chance at the little pink raincoat of all time. (It’s fun to scare yourself with contemplative what-ifs, but not until you’ve landed the damn thing and you know no one can ever take it away from you.)
VonFon Womens Double Breasted Lace Hem Slim Jacket Pink Trench Coat
Here she was: Simple. A-line. Hidden buttons. Bright but not too bright pink. Soft but not forgettably soft pink. Baby girl pink. Dubble Bubble pink. Daisy Buchanan pink. Billowy clouds streaking across the sky at twilight pink. Underneath it, the brunette model was wearing a man’s white cotton long-sleeved shirt over broken-in, slightly faded skinny blue jeans.
Via Spiga Women’s Single Breasted Pleated Pink Trench Coat
The picture was cropped there, so I kind of wondered about the shoe situation. But not for long. I had to get on the phone and order my love dream to be sent to my house so I could go on living in love and dreams. That was the subtext behind the impulse, it’s what’s always at the hopeful, beautiful, beating heart of it: Love. And the vertebrate with whom I was engaged in beasty love, he would HAVE to marry me once he saw me in that little pink raincoat. He would HAVE to. He couldn’t not. It was too lovely. And sweet. Innocent, almost. Girlie, but not froufrou. Just really, really, really great. I was thinking how I’d pop out in a crowd of boring beige and plaid Burberrys, like a lone little pink flower in a desert.
TopTie Womens Windbreak Raincoat Trench Coat Outwear Fashion Rainwear PINK-M
I had my idée fixe all worked out: Little white cap-sleeved T-shirt, white lace-edged bra (so you could see it, but almost, like, accidentally), fitted black cotton capri pants, black leather ballet flats with quilted black patent leather tips across the toe box. Legs ultra-shaved and self-tanned. Chanel No19, for sure—it was almost spring. Black kohl liner the French way, on the inside of my eyelids, and tons of black mascara, but really worked through so there’s no hint of glop or flake. Love that look. Soft pink lipstick, maybe just a lot of pinky gloss. Maybe like NARS’s “Orgasm” gloss but pinkier, more full-bodied. Then ice-white acorn pearl drop earrings with the silver hooks and my watch with the black faux-croc band and silver and white face, and my Isaac Mizrahi for Tarjay black leather purse with the silver zipper.
And, like the wedding cake toppers to top all such toppers—the little pink raincoat. A vaguely Gallically gamine ensemble that I’d still be proud to wear twenty years from now. That’s the secret. Always ask yourself: “How mortified would I be if I saw myself in this outfit, say, post-menopause?” Continue..