By Lynsey Eaton | Photography by Danielle Sabol
I remember when I was growing up, my mom would not let me leave the house if my shoes and belt didn’t match. Wearing a caramel-colored handbag with shoes of another hue was considered a faux pas of the highest order. Matching wasn’t just “cool,” it was a rule to be followed strictly.
In fact, when I hear the word matching, my thoughts can’t help but race back to a time filled with printed Keds and coordinating belts. But times change.
For the last decade, in order to achieve any sense of sartorial balance it seemed obvious that leathers needed to clash and patterns were worth nothing if not mixed. The idea of matching had been filed away with blue eyeshadow and NKOTB posters, never to be seen again. All of which almost sent my mother into a full catatonic state.
Then, as they all too often do, things slowly started to come back around. Matching suits were all the rage and wearing same-hued leathers was no longer looked down on. Coordinated suits slowly turned into head-to-toe prints, and now it’s the print-mixing that feels over done.
I shouldn’t be surprised that buying matching separates has a sudden novelty. Like the return of neon in 2011, the spread of coordinated vestments has gained such traction that a time when I would buy a top even though the corresponding shorts weren’t available in my size seems like a bad dream. A bad dream full of sloppy trousseau and overloaded senses. More importantly, getting dressed has never been so simple.
All of which has landed me here. Dressed head-to-toe in a striped print in front of a giant eyeball in Dallas.
And just like that, my mother got her sanity back. Now if she could just get me into a pair of leopard printed Keds…
Like the return of neon in 2011, the spread of coordinated vestments has gained such traction that a time when I would buy a top even though the corresponding shorts weren’t available in my size seems like a bad dream.